"Well, don't panic yet. You've done well this summer." Remus smiles at me through his words clearly more proud than anything. I felt overwhelmed at that. Yes, I had more control and understood when they were coming, but the gift was far from something I understood. 

"I am not panicked, I'm simply nervous." I attempted a lighthearted reply to him. Lugging my trunk up onto my trolley and began to push it towards the train. I spent the last week of summer on holiday with Remmy and Dora, mostly to get a sense of normalcy to my otherwise uprooted life. As we made our way to the familiar platform I sank deeper into my mind. I was a nervous wreck, longing to see my boys and Toria and for this year to be finished. Toria had made a perfect recovery and was thrilled to be back as well. I visited and wrote all summer to her.

"Alright you know the drill," the scarred man smiled at me, "write weekly, get into as little trouble as possible and always stay true to yourself. You have got this. Love you, kid." He pulled me into a bone crushing embrace and kissed the top of my head.

"I feel as though you have more confidence in me than in anything," I mumbled into his chest as I allowed an anxious giggle to leave me. "I love you too, Rem. Don't do anything too stupid while I am gone." I climbed onto the train and found my usual compartment empty, unsurprised that the others weren't this early I had insisted on getting her as soon as possible. I just wanted this to be over with. I got comfortable near the window and dove into my book for awhile before I heard footsteps and a voice near me. The door slid open, but I barely acknowledged how quickly it closed after. I looked up to see none other than the one person I didn't want to: Oliver. One measly letter and he is smiling at me like everything is perfect, apparently he took no hint when I didn't reply. 

"Hello Love. I have been looking forward to seeing you." He smiled down at me. I grimaced but before I could answer the door flew open and another person spoke.

"She has no interest in talking to you, Love. Clearly can't take the hint when your letter isn't answered. I suggest you get a move on." It was George, he and Fred actually, standing in the doorway giving Oliver looks of what I can only describe as disgust. Oliver whipped around with a fury, clearly bothered.

"I think she can speak for herself. And frankly this is none of your business." He snarled

"I was about to actually." I spoke up with a tone of disinterest not bothering to look up from my book. "If it wasn't obvious I am anything but thrilled with you. You seem to think the way you have treated me, and my friends, was acceptable. Honestly, George is fully correct. Please get a move on."

"(Y/n), if you would just let me--" He started but I cut him off. 

"You had the whole summer to do so, I have no interest in listening now." I stood up for myself. I heard him grunt before I looked up to see the boys had thrown him from the compartment and slammed the door. They then quietly plopped into their seats, George choosing to be next to me and Fred across from him. 

"Are you alright. (Y/n/n)?" George whispered to me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear so I could read easier. 

"Eventually I will be." I smiled up at him before returning to reading. They started to mess about as we waited and I delved further into the page, draping my legs across George's lap comfortably. His  hands landed on my leg, thumb idly making shapes along the side of it. It wasn't long before Toria joined us in a mass of hugs and happy explaining of the remainders of our summer. We settled down slightly as the train began to move, and I watched quietly out the window when my vision began to blur.