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Looking to the door, George saw a young woman walk in. She carried herself with confidence, but not so much confidence that it was arrogant. Her blonde locks fell just below her shoulder and were complimented with eyes the color of coffee. As she drew nearer to him, he saw that she was only a few inches shorter than his stocky stature.
The clock hanging in the corner of the shop was pure agony to look at. The second hand moved slower as the hour hand neared the six. One measly little centimeter was all the hour and minute hands needed to move, and then he could finally talk to Cate.
“I will, but why are you dressing me as though it’s…as though it’s far below freezing?” George said as he stopped her from grabbing a scarf that his mother had knitted him. She slowly took off the layers of jackets she had put on him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Yes,” Cate said, catching the hint that her mood was overkill. “But I can understand English. You don’t have to talk to me like I’m four.” With those words, Cate greeted the customers had just come in the door.
“They even spelled your name wrong,” she said, pointing to where it said “Wesley” instead of “Weasley”. Sighing, she looked out her bedroom window at the passersby. George looked around the spotless room while Cate people watched.
A Reason For Being
“Tell us a little bit about yourself,” Mr. Weasley said as they all sat down at the table for a Saturday supper. Cate looked at George as though he was supposed to tell his family a little bit about Cate.
Battle. War. Hogwarts.
He couldn’t stand being in that kitchen for much longer. The fact that Cate seemed down in the dumps with him was bad enough, but in addition to his gut feeling, it combined to make a deadly compound in his brain.
One Last Look
“I—I was worried about you,” Cate stuttered. He heard the clicking of her heeled shoes grow closer to him. Looking to his left, he saw that she was standing next to him. Lovingly, she placed her hand on his shoulder. Again, she smiled. It was a kind of smile that was supposed to be comforting, but it wasn’t. It just reminded him of Fred; the first time he had seen Cate’s smile was with Fred.
The First Time
“I’m over here, unless you’re waiting to see the stairs,” George joked. His family suddenly turned around and enveloped him in a Weasley bear hug. Even Harry and Hermione were part of this; when he saw that Cate was smiling from the outside, he took her hand and pulled her in between himself and Charlie.
“The map says to go left here, Cate,” George said, pointing viciously and poking the window with his index finger so hard that he wanted to yelp. He shoved the now crinkled map over to Cate, who subsequently ignored him and missed the turn. She had now driven in a complete circle around a street in some run down town.
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