Day 6 is here! I’m doing another Harry Potter snippet. This is basically how I’m ending the entire series. Hope yall like it!!
Dec 6-Wish upon a star?
“You are a liar.” I laughed as George laid beside me on the grass covered ground. He was totally lying about what he spoke of.
“I am not! I swear!” he giggled rolling onto his side propping his head on his hand. He stared at me for a few moments until he lifted his hand to pull at a braid that sat near him. “Jo?” I turned my head to look directly at him.
“Hmmm?” I asked looking into his deep green eyes.
“Do you like it here?” he asked me.
“Here at the Burrow?” I asked him. He nodded his head confirming it.
“Quite much. But I loved living so closely to London as a child, though. It was also close to Professor Scamander.” I turned to face him copying his position. “Why do you ask, George?” I asked him raising a finger to touch his scared ear.
“I have a question.”
“Oh? What kind of question?” I asked him.
“A serious question, Marjorie.” That told me for sure it was serious. He used my full name. I sat up to looked at him.
“Are you okay, George?” I asked with a sigh. It could be a million of things. Fred. Remus. Tonks. Merlin, everyone we lost in the battle. I couldn’t even begin to decide which one it was.
“Marjorie.” He said standing up. I sighed even louder because this meant I had to get up as well or risk my neck hurting while I looked up at his tall stature.
“George?” I asked once more coming to his side to touch his arm gently and lean on to his side.
“I wish…” he paused for a few moments. Longer for a few moments, it scared me. Was he going to wish that he had died and not Fred? Please, Merlin, don’t let him say that.
“What, George?” I asked leaning forward on to him once more.
“I wish on a star that my beautiful, magizoologist girlfriend will answer yes to my question.” He said in a low tone that made me almost stop breathing so not to miss his words.
“What question George?” I took his hand turning him to face me as I looked up into his beautiful eyes. He dropped to one knee his hand in mine as we looked into each other’s eyes. With his other hand, he pushes it into his pocket and pulls out a blue box. Opening it one handedly bringing it to my view. My heart stopped as the piece of jewelry peaked out at me.
“Will you marry me?” he asked slowly.
“Oh George.” I whispered as he took the ring from its box home. He paused with it at the tip of my finger. “Yes. Yes.” I whispered over and over. Once the ring was over my finger and nestling into its new home. I fell to my knees kissing my future husband’s face gently with my hands on both cheeks.
“I’m relieved.” He grunted between kisses.
“Oh George I thought something bad had happened. You scared me to death.” I whimpered as I moved to push my face into his neck.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized with a kiss to my temple. “Now how big do you want the wedding?” he asked me with a goofy smile upon his lips. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the question. He knew I hated parties whole heartedly and enjoyed to tease me.