Ch 63: Moonlit Dance

                                    

                                          
N/n: nickname (don't know if I put this yet) 


Fred had been true to his word, quite fervently as well. The man wouldn't let me lift a singular item that he deemed heavy, it was annoying at first; felt too alien to be practically babied. Although as time went on, it was rather amusing. Especially when it came to feeding time for the creatures. They felt so apprehensive around them. They had been rather adamant of staying inside their burrows they had created not too long after I took them in my care. 
"Don't run away from me," he grumbled at the mooncalves holding out their food to him.
Sitting off to the side on a small crate I chuckled. Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow. "See something funny n/n?" A smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. 
"Quite, you're being too brazen with them. They're shy creatures." I smiled. 
"Then you do it then, since you know so much." He huffed holding the hand of food to me. 
"Can't," I rose my hands, "I'm under strict orders to not do anything excessive, and according to them that includes beast  feeding." I grinned. 
"I'm sure whoever gave such orders would be willing to let this one slide." He joked. 
"Oh really now? But orders are orders, I wouldn't dare go against them." I mocked, kicking my feet back and forth. "They're very stubborn, you know." 
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind," he shrugged. 
"If you say so," I shrugged, "if I get in trouble, it's on you." 
"I'll survive." He laughed, walking towards me raising his hand back to me once more. 
We teased each other a lot like this after the event, small moments like this I had loved. George had spent a lot of the time the first afternoon putting things away, thank Merlin for magic, it had made the entire process finished a lot faster than it would by doing it the muggle way. Each product had been neatly placed away deep in a storage area that only the two of them had known about, they were concerned about people attempting to raid the store and steal their items. 
They had been warranted, Hogsmeade was swiftly becoming a darker place. One quite opposite of the humble and beautiful city it had once been. Snatchers had been more prominent as well. Fewer and fewer shops remained untouched, it was a sad sight to see them from the top windows, their lights dark and windows shattered. After the events at Dogweed and Deathcap, I avoided going outside entirely. It had been the twins who had gone out to retrieve the herbs I had attempted to order a few days ago. 
According to George the poor woman had been terrified coming back from the storage room. The store had a massive puddle of blood, and a couple shelves had been knocked over. She had nearly died of fright seeing the blood. According to him she had made no comment about dead snatchers, so more than likely their head guy had taken care of that situation. She did grow concerned about what had happened, but George had handled it by saying that a small scuffle happened with someone trying to cause some distribution, they had told her I was alright and in time I would come around to see her again. They had just told her that I had been too scared to leave, she understood, she had plans on eventually closing shop soon as well seeing as how Hogsmeade was going. 
There was another thing I had grown to notice during our hangouts between Fred and I. Back in school, I had caught a few stares here and there, but now, he watched me quite often. Many a time looking as though with a single gust of wind would shatter me. Fretting over my health, even offering to hold me down the steps of the ladder down into my bag, he had worried with my scarring it would be hard for me to walk; which had been the opposite. I had felt weak at first, but after resting for quite a bit and ensuring to stretch, it felt close to normally walking.