Emily looked to her cousin who seemed to start having a panic attack at the idea that the howler sent. It was a little odd, but Emily didn't want to question it. She walked over and began rubbing her cousin's back. She hated seeing her so distressed. She gave a simile, "I'm sure that it won't be as bad as you think, Sam." She attempted to reassure her cousin, but she soon sat back down and patted her boot where she normally kept her wand.

It was a beautifully crafted piece made from ten inches of white oak with a Hippogriff feather core. Truly one of her most prized possessions, but she soon moved her hand away from it and found herself examining the red envelope on the table. She wouldn't dare open it, but she also knew that Sam never did anything to warrant a howler herself. Then it clicked, and Emily couldn't help but to smile. Her cousin had no reason to stress, hell, even if she did, Emily didn't think it would be bad. Call her an optimist, but Emily wanted to believe all things that happened eventually led to good outcomes. 

"Sammy, just drink another cuppa. Tell me why you never meant to send that letter, and we'll find a way to make you feel better." Emily advised. Sam was very self-conscious about her voice and how she spoke, but truth be told, Emily never understood why. Her voice was beautiful, and though Emily had Americanized herself, she was glad her cousin didn't do the same. Scottish people were beautiful in every way, at least she thought so even if her own French heritage was dominant. 

"Oh, and Sam, just take a day or two, if you need it, to mull over the England proposition. I won't be leaving, if I go, until the end of the week. Still have a few things to finish up here." She reminded her. Emily always included her cousin, because truthfully, the younger girl was more like her sister than she would ever openly admit. They had both been forced to America, and both missed out on Hogwarts though Emily wouldn't deny that Beauxbatons was an amazing school. 

Then her mind wandered again, wondering if Charlie made it home safe and if her had gotten her letter. Her fingers found their way to the dragon pendant and she found herself playing with it sub-consciousy.

~*~*~*~*~

Everything had finally settled in the Weasley household, and George was honestly relieved. Charlie was home, and though George had been glad not to recieve any questions about his ear... er... lack there of, he was just happy things would be winding down for the night. Preparing for this wedding was rather chaotic, and he lived in chaos, so it was odd that he even thought that.

"Georgie," Fred began, and George turned over on his bed to face his twin who was at their desk. "Do you think it is a good time for all this nonsense, with the wedding and all. I know it promotes good memories and times, but it seems bit off, you know?"

George knew that since he had lost his ear that Fred had been riddled with worry, very unlike himself. George couldn't deny being worried too though. "I don't know, Freddy. I think it is odd, but it might be a good thing. Keep our minds off thr bad for just a little while."

"Do you think Sam will come?" Fred slyly questioned with a slight grin. Despite the twins and all their goofiness, they were serious when need be too. But George knew that grin.

"Hope so, and her voice, I think the howler she sent was nice... Just probably easier to understand in person. Like Captain Wood." He said, and Fred grinned.

" George..."Fred began, but George sat up and smiled. It caused Fred to stop, but George knew he was in for relentless teasing later. 

"Night, Freddy." He mumbled into his pillow.

"Night Georgie," Fred returned, though once George was asleep, no doubt still recovering, Fred kept a watchful eye on him.

(Sorry it is terrible)