LIONHEART ❃ george weasley

004 | moustache you a question

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THE WEEKEND COULDN'T COME FAST ENOUGH. Albany's first week back had been an interesting few days, to say the least, but she had her fingers crossed that the remainder of the year could only improve from here on out. In fact, she had more than her fingers crossed - she had plans. Plans that were going to turn her luck around, make her day just a little bit better and let Fred and George Weasley know that she wasn't somebody to be messed with. Maybe it wouldn't make the voices in her head go away, but ignoring them seemed to get her by just fine.

"Don't you think you're a little bit obsessed?" Faith asked her Saturday morning, a frown on the girl's pale face. She was sat on the edge of her bed, watching Albany use her cork pin board for the first time to polish off her master plan. "I mean, it wasn't like they were discriminating against you specifically. They prank everybody."

Albany was too engrossed in her work to pay her friend's concerns much heed. "I'm not obsessed," she said, waving away Faith's accusations. Her dark, frizzy hair had been pulled into a messy bun, loose curls hanging out everywhere. Her wand was pushed through it, barely keeping it together and out of her face. She sat criss-cross on the floor in front of the board, surrounded by parchment, pins and yarn. "I'm just seeing justice. They've had it coming for years."

Faith stuck out her bottom lip. "I've never seen you like this before," she said. "You got up at seven this morning! Like, are you feeling okay?"

"Everyone else gets up at seven," Albany pointed out, pinning a scrap of parchment to her collection of notes.

"Not on a Saturday," Faith argued. "And you don't even get up at seven during the week."

"New school year, new me."

Faith's frown deepened as she observed Albany's newfound ambition. The girl was scribbling things here, crumpling up paper there, oddly enthusiastic about her revenge prank. The dark-haired girl spun around on the carpet, looking up at her friend curiously.

"You were all for this revenge thing a few days ago," Albany said, face falling slightly as she paused her activities. "What changed?"

Faith examined her nails carefully. "I don't know," she said after a moment. "I guess I thought we were going to have fun and spend some time together this weekend. We were so busy all week that we still haven't caught up properly after summer."

"We can still do that," Albany said hopefully. She picked up a new scrap of parchment, waving it at her playfully. "I can multitask!"

Faith didn't seem so sure. She swung her feet quietly, and then glanced up to note Albany's falling expression. "Sorry," she said. "I don't want to put you in a bad mood. I guess the excitement of being back and the tournament and everything is starting to wear off."

Albany smiled at her, and set down everything. "It's okay. I know we haven't properly caught up yet. This can wait, if you want."

Faith beamed at her, evidently happy with that compromise. She hopped off of her bed, and straightened the emerald green quilt. "If you're sure," she added, smiling.