Chapter Thirty One

                                    

                                          
Saphs pov:
                          
There was loud conversations coning from outside my bedroom door. It was quite early in the morning and I noticed Fred wasn't in bed, so I walked outside to see what was going on. 
                          
"Harry! Ron! Hermione! Ginny! How are you?!" I greeted as I pulled them all into a tight hug. I had forgotten that today was their day to return home from Hogwarts. 
  "We should all talk." Harry said, breaking the joyous tone with a more serious one. 
   "Um- Yeah alright."   
                          
We all sat around the living room. Fred, Ginny, and I sitting on the couch, while Harry, Hermione, Ron, and George sat on the floor. 
   "As you know, Its already June." Harry began. "We have about a month and a half before... well y'know." He ran his hands through his hair, obvious that the stress was getting to him. 
                          
  "Have you heard anything from the other side, Saph?" He asked quietly, causing the entire group to look my way.  
   "Erm-no. No summons or anything of the sort." I responded quietly, my eyes stuck on my forearm that was hidden by my sleeve. 
  "Okay. I will be getting in touch with the order to find out what can be done to help." He said, trying to finish the conversation as quickly as possible.
                          
Our large group was separated into smaller groups. Harry, Ron, and Mione were talking in at the kitchen table, George and Ginny were playing a game of wizard chess, and Fred and I were on the couch watching a movie. 
                          
"You know what you should do?" He asked, looking down at me. 
  "Hmm. What?"
"Totally do my makeup." 
   "You wanna do that?" I was shocked, he's never mentioned anything about makeup before. 
"Definitely!" 
     "Hmm. Okay, hold on."
I got up and walked to our bathroom, and grabbing my makeup bag. I looked at my foundation and luckily Fred and I almost had the same, pale skin tone. 
                          
"Sit up." As he sat up I sat on his lap, facing each other. I started with my primer, which Fred thought felt weird. 
  "What is this stuff?"
"Primer."
    "What?"
"Its like painting a wall, primer before paint." His eye brows furrowed, he clearly didn't get it. 
                          
"Why are you abusing my face?" He laughed as I started using the beauty blender for the foundation. 
   "Beauty is pain, Fredrick." I eyed him as he looked confused with the small sponge. 
 "Yeah, yeah." He said while sarcastically rolling his eyes. 
                          
Putting eye liner on him was not easy. 
  "Stop poking my eye!"
"Stop moving then!"
   "Im not!" 
"Yes you are! You're all shaky!" 
   "So are you!" 
"Because eye liner is hard!" 
The rest of the group began laughing at our small argument, reminding me that they were also here. 
   "There! Its done, but now I have to do mascara."
The mascara was a bit easier, he had remembered to keep his eyes open. 
   "Done!" I held the mirror up to him.
"Im sexy." 
   "We know." I laughed at his usual confidence. 
                          
The group came over and looked at his makeup, all loving it. 
   "Eye liner makes it look like you should be in a band." Ginny laughed. 
   "Wicked." Fred loved that idea.  
"Let me do you!" Fred suggested as he grabbed my makeup bag, looking for what he needed. "Though you're gonna have to walk me through this." He added quickly. 
                          
"Yes, thats primer." 
   "Alright alright, I think I know what Im doing." He reassured as he rubbed the primer on my face.  He began dumping some foundation onto the beauty blender. 
   "Let me know if I dab too hard." He smiled as he placed the beauty blender on my cheek. He had me look into the mirror and make sure the foundation was good.  Surprisingly, he did really good, and it was really blended. 
                          
"Ow!" 
   "Im sorry!" 
"You need to steady your hand!" 
    "Im trying!" 
Another small argument came from the eye liner. He proceeded to do mascara, which he was much better at. He handed me the mirror and he did really good. 
  "Wow Freddie, you have a gift!"
"I know right!"
The group admired Freds work, and continued to tell him how well he had done.