Chapitre 49: III
"Do you know anything about her?" Cassiopeia enquired George, leant on the doorway of his bedroom with her back turned to him while her boyfriend changed into a new – clean – shirt.
"Nope," he seemed to struggle a bit and curiosity rippled under the girl's skin, but she kept her back turned, resisting. She said she wouldn't look, and she would keep her words. "Hey… Green or blue?"
The blonde frowned for a moment.
"Jumper or just a shirt?"
"It's a bit hot for a jumper. I'm planning or a shirt and then something over."
Cas hummed in confirmation.
"I like it when you wear blue. You should put that jacket I always say I like over."
A couple of minutes later, George tapped his girlfriend on the shoulder, making her jump in surprise and look at him. He was dressed exactly as she had recommended.
"Well?" he opened his arms.
"Handsome," Cassiopeia smiled, reaching for him and giving a peck on his lips for a short moment. "Come on, or your mother is gonna chase us down."
He chuckled, but followed her down, stopping by the end when both were at the same level and smiling as she played with the neck of his jacket.
"You never said what you thought of my dress."
George's eyes deviated down to his girlfriend's clothing, and he licked his lips when his gaze reached her long pale legs before looking right back onto her beautiful and curious grey eyes again. She wasn't dressed fancy; honestly, Cassiopeia couldn't remember the last time she had had the opportunity of wearing something elaborate. Tonight, the girl only had a red summer dress on with some embroidered white flowers and sandals.
"I like it," he decided. "But I like the person wearing it even more."
Cas smiled and moved closer to him, giving his lips a short kiss, only being interrupted when someone made a gagging sound just up the stairs.
"Go find a room, lovebirds," Ronald groaned, walking past the two.
"No room," Mrs Weasley said from somewhere in the small house, probably the kitchen. "Leave your brother be, Ronald."
Cas chuckled, walking down, and everyone turned to the door when a knock echoed through the house.
"Oh, that must be them," Mrs Weasley said excitedly, but when the door opened the vision the met the group was very different from Bill and any kind of girlfriend. "Professor Dumbledore," she exclaimed. "Come in, come in."
Wearing travelling robes and with his long beard tied by his waist, professor Dumbledore smiled politely at the redhead woman but didn't follow her words.
"I must apologise, Molly, but my visit here is quite short. I'm here for Cassiopeia."
The girl frowned.
"Me? Why…"
He nodded, and realisation finally fell on her. Dumbledore had sent a letter just two days prior saying he was going to pick her up and take her with him to where Harry lived, as he needed to have an important conversation with the two teens.
"Oh," Cas' shoulders dropped "I'll be going."
Her boyfriend held her hand.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
But she just shook her head.
"No, I'll be fine," his girlfriend assured him. "Just tell Bill and his girlfriend I'm sorry I wasn't able to be here and that I'm looking forward to meeting her."
He confirmed and kissed her cheek, releasing Cassiopeia, but quickly undressing from his coat to offer it to her.
"In case it gets cold."
"Thank you," she smiled.
She walked out with the jacket over one of her arms, feeling it still warm from his body heat and emanating a mixture of the natural smell of his skin and some cologne.
"Sir," the young Malfoy walked to the headmaster's side, and he offered her his arm.
"Hold on tight, Miss Malfoy."
She complied and in a second her body was pulled.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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