#weorgegeasel

She was frustrated and that was putting it mildly. Katie didn’t know what was going to jog her memory, but the constant questioning was beginning to drive her insane. Nothing changed moment to moment, so she didn’t understand the constant need for the poking and prodding of the healers. She felt like she was at a loss. If she wasn’t frustrated at her lack of remembering something, she was anxious at the thought of the fact that it might be lost forever. Katie sighed when someone new walked into her room. 

“Before you ask, no I don’t know who you are. No, I don’t remember anything. If you ask me either of those things, I’ll sock you. They won’t give me my wand back yet,” Katie pouted slightly as she sank back into her bed, arms crossed like a petulant child. 

Although, she wasn’t an expert by any means, Harriet was quickly learning what upset the baby and what didn’t. For example, the baby absolutely hated when Harriet got up early in the morning. So, she’d resorted to having a lie in most mornings with ginger tea. Apparation was not favored either, which only left traveling by floo as portkeys were frowned upon according to the book that she’d read. Her appointment at St. Mungo’s had been at noon and the healer checked the baby over to make sure that everything was alright. Everything was in check and the heartbeat was strong. It was already suspicious that she was visiting the hospital and that was why she’d insisted that Charlie not accompany her to the appointment. 

Harriet was on her way out when she ran into George by the floo’s. The brunette paled slightly, a bit afraid of a confrontation, unsure of how he’d react to seeing her. She offered a smile, a hand absentmindedly resting upon her bump that was barely there. “I had an appointment for the baby,” she explained lowly, expecting Charlie to have already told his brother. When she realized what she was doing, her hand quickly dropped as she realized the danger of it. 

Her daughter was becoming quite the troublemaker and Fleur knew exactly whom to contribute it to. At least, she had her assumptions. However, she hadn’t caught him in the act in quite a while. George Weasley was quite sneaky. He’d always been clever. However, she decided to beat him at his own game, waiting to see if she could catch him in the act. 

Fleur snuck up behind George quiet as a mouse and cleared her throat quite loudly, hoping that she’d scare him. The blonde held her hand out and waited for whatever items he was planning on giving to Victoire to torture her and Bill with this week. “Hand eet over, Monsieur Weasley, before you face my wrath.” 

Ron knew the moment that he walked into the Midsummer Celebration that he’d made a mistake in asking his older brother for fashion advice. All eyes were on him and he was pretty sure it wasn’t because he had grown a third eye over night. It was because of the gaudy suit he was wearing. Ron didn’t particularly care, though, he just went about his day. He danced with Luna. He spoke with his mum to tell her about his intentions with Hermione. He’d admired Hermione and had been unable to take his eyes off of her for a long portion of the day. Now, he’d sought out George who didn’t look like he was having a particularly good time. 

“You look like you could use a drink or 10,” Ron commented with a grin. “Or some hijinks.” 

The last time that Katie had been this drunk had been at the Midsummer celebration when she’d made the decision to get married to a man whom she was on her first date with. At the time, it felt like the right decision, but that was the alcohol speaking. Katie knew that she still didn’t regret her decision. She loved Oliver more than anything. She wanted her marriage to work. She was just frustrated. Instead of drinking on her own, though, she’d asked George to come to the Three Broomsticks with her. It had been a minute since she’d seen him last and she missed her friend. Plus, she really didn’t want to drink alone. 

“Do you think it’s time that you’re cut off from whatever you’re drinking?” She asked with a small laugh at George. “I’m not sure that we’re going to be able to apparate home after this,” she slurred softly. She held her hand up to her friend, “But you cannot cut me off.” 

Katie was drunk. That much had been decided earlier when she decided that it was a good idea to get married to Oliver the moment they saw an officiant who suggested so much of a thing. Before - it had just been alcohol, but now - she was drunk on giddiness. If it weren’t for her stupid shoes, she probably could have floated around the party. A stupid grin on her face, she skipped over towards George when she saw him and looped her arm through his. Katie rested her head on his shoulder and murmured sillily, “I have to tell you something. A secret.” 

Although Katie had remembered the things that she had forgotten, she had another day or two left in the hospital just so that the healers could monitor her. She imagined that they’d want to make sure that she didn’t have any lasting effects. That her brain wouldn’t revert back to the spell that it had been hit by. She hoped that it wouldn’t. After she’d scared Oliver half to death, she explained that she remembered and then had been poked and prodded by the healers for what felt like hours. When they were finally finished, she asked Oliver to nip to her apartment to grab a couple of things. While he was gone, Katie walked about her room, feeling restless. While she’d had no memories, she’d forgotten being couped up in a hospital room for months. This was reminiscent of that time. The brunette paced her room, her eyes turning towards the door when she heard someone in the doorway.

Katie smiled when she saw George and didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him to pull him into a tight hug. “I hope your lines have improved, Weasley. I forgot how terrible they were,” she teased as she pulled away, a grin on her lips. Katie smacked him on the arm lightly, silently asking why he’d even bring the letters that they’d write. 

It had only been a couple of weeks since the gala and the cancellation of quidditch and Katie felt like she was going out of her mind. What was she supposed to do without her sport? She’d been playing it for as long as she could remember? She’d been a fan for even longer. This was the longest that she’d gone without truly playing a game since she’d stayed in St. Mungo’s physically unable to play for six months as she healed. She tried to remember what she did to keep her occupied during that time. There was only so much running and training that she could do before she got bored. There were only so many plays that she could perfect before she went crazy. Finally, Katie had resorted to laying upside down on the couch and staring at the ceiling. She was surprised when there was a knock at the door, but assumed that it was Oliver or Angelina. 

The brunette rolled off the couch and trudged over to the door, before opening it to see whom it was. She had her wand in her back pocket, just in case. She wasn’t stupid. Katie was happy to see George. “Hey there,” she grinned, “Are you here to rescue me from my boredom?”