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13. Weasley Stomp by Nicholas Hooper | The Preparations for the Wedding

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ROXANNE

My eyelids felt like bricks, I could barely keep them open. I was mentally slapping myself over and over again simply because I regretted leaving the comfort of my warm bed at the crack of dawn. Now just staying out of Fleur's sight was really my only mission. And there was no better place to do that than staying upstairs in my room I usually only had to share with Ginny. But now, it was so full it looked like it would burst.

"Shouldn't you be helping everyone set up the tent?" Hermione said as I shut the door behind myself.

I huffed out a long sigh, "Technically, yes, but--"

"You can't hide from her forever," Hermione stated quickly and cutting my sentence short.

"I know that," I said as I sat down on the edge of my bed. "But...I don't know, I'm not good with this sort of thing."

Hermione raised an eyebrow sharply, "What do you mean?"

I shrugged, "Following through with plans...so trying to help set up a planned wedding without just throwing in a few things...it's boring, Hermione."

Hermione snickered a bit, "Well, then, just plan on enjoying it." she shrugged, "I'm sure you can do that," she stated with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

I placed my hand on my chest dramatically, "I don't know what you are implying, but I'm hurt."

We both giggled a bit. But then silence fell in the room. Hermione had her bag sitting next to her on her cot, and she kept messing with it as if it was a secret.

Hermione sighed softly, "Do you think it'll be possible?" she asked, "Finding all the Horcruxes?"

I didn't say anything at first. There wasn't much to say. Because in all honesty, I couldn't see a way it could end well. Things had been bad for a while now, but things had only gotten worse. People were being murdered, they were going missing-- whether that was because that was what they wanted or just some awful thing that happened...everything seemed worse. Even the air seemed heavier and thicker because of the tension.

It was all because of the plan, I knew that. The plan was something that they needed, a plan was more than what anybody had since this entire thing had begun.

I nodded finally, "It sure as hell won't be easy, and we won't be back for the holidays or anything...but still..." I said simply.

"Roxanne!"

I let out a long huff of air and turned towards the door. My mother hadn't wanted any of us to have any sort of privacy. She hadn't wanted us to talk about the Horcruxes or about anything that had anything to do with the war for that matter. So whenever I happened to sneak away for even just a bit of privacy, some peace and quiet, she always brought it to a end.

"I'll see you later, Hermione," I stated as I pulled the door open and began to make my way down the crooked staircase. My mother stood on the first landing, her hand on her hip and the other on the railing.

"I take my eyes off of you for five minutes and you leave your friends to do the work?" she asked, "They are guests at this house."

I nodded, "Yeah, but they eat more of your food than your own children do," I replied.

She rolled her eyes and used her hand to point directly towards the back door. "Please go help finish setting up! We've only got a few more hours."

I didn't say anything in response. I simply made my way out the back door of the Burrow. The tent was already set up, it was tall-- too big for my liking. If it had been my wedding, I wouldn't have invited half of the population of witches and wizards in Europe. Especially in this point of time, nobody knew who they could really trust. Hell, I wasn't even sure if everyone I knew was trustworthy-- or if they were just spies for Voldemort. Like Maxine, that would be a low blow to Harry. That would be one hell of an article for Rita Skeeter to write to get back at on top of things. I could see the title of it now:

The Boy Who Lived Betrayed By His Own Twin!

That would be the talk all over the world. If there was one person that I didn't completely trust, it was Maxine. It wasn't like I just hated her for the good fun of being able to poke fun of her and get under her skin. I hated her because she knew about Draco Malfoy's mission and she didn't tell anyone. She chose Malfoy over her own flesh and blood-- over people that she knew were on her side! She knew any of us would have helped her, she knew all of us wanted to help Harry and even her to defeat Voldemort and she chose not to tell any of them. She could have gotten them all killed that night in Hogwarts. So I had my reasons, and she knew that. She knew my reasons, whether she wanted to accept the fact that I was right or not was up to her.

"Decided to finish helping us?" Ron asked from the main entrance into the tent. He and George were putting up floral decorations up at the entrance.

I sighed, "Not you, specifically," I paused, hoping the sarcasm came out clearly. "But I guess I could help you."

I helped decorate the tent for a while before I finally found my way up back to my room where Ginny was already getting ready. I pulled on the pink dress that Fleur had chosen, with a flick of my wand my hair was in the up-do that Fleur had wanted. Once I was done getting ready, I dug through my trunk, looking for my old Gryffindor bag. I knew Fleur would throw a hissy fit if I even tried to bring it down with me and kept it on. So I decided I'd find my seat, and leave it hung on the back of my seat. Because as soon as I had the chance, the horrible, painful shoes that Fleur wanted to go with the dress--- they were coming off as soon as possible.