Her mind was far from light now, and with the war looming over it all, it just made it worse. Running her fingers through her wavy locks of dark, almost mahogany hair, Ophelia Tearstone couldn't ease her heavy mind. Her normally bright grey eyes had faded into a foggy mess that was meant to shadow any emotion that tried to surface. There was too much at stake here, and Ophelia knew that, and as she lifted herself from the cot she had been allowed to sleep on in a room with Luka Ashcroft, she closed her eyes. Eris was at stake. Her innocent eleven year old half-sister who would be attending Hogwarts this coming year, much to her dismay. She already knew that Hogwarts would be full of people like her, though those were the extremists. Looking down to the sleeping woman in the room with her, she carefully exited the room. She was in a large t-shirt, one of Charlie's old ones that she had snagged the first night the Order asked her to stay in the Weasley Household. Underneath the large t-shirt was a pair of short bed short, and as she walked through the house, quietly, she knew it looked like she wasn't wearing much.

Finally, she made it into the kichen, and she noted Molly was up bright and early, making breakfast. It was very early, the sun not up quite yet, but Ophelia knew that after the events of the previous night, no one would be sleeping well. They had gathered Harry from Little Whinging, and Mad-Eye had died and George had lost an ear. Another reason why Ophelia's mind was so heavy, people she loved and cared about were on the line and she was torn between everything. 

"Good morning, Lia." Molly smiled, and Lia gave a rather weak smile as she walked over and fixed herself a cuppa. 

"Good morning." She greeted back, though her features didn't bear the same light. She sat at the table, and began drinking her cuppa.

"How are you feeling? You are up early. Charlie was a little worried about you last night, especially after you got knocked off your broom. Good thing Oliver and Luka were there, I suppose. Heard Oliver caught you after you fell." Molly was worried, and Ophelia wouldn't deny that she was still sore from it all, but the deed was done. Harry was safe.

"I'm alright. More worried about George than anything, but he just needs rest." Ophelia said, taking another sip of her tea. "Are we the only ones up?"

Molly shook her head. "Charlie is outside, and I think Oliver was sitting up in the room they were sharing. Arthur will be down in a few moments too." She said. Ophelia nodded, and she got up, hugging the red haired matriarch. 

"Thank you." She whispered before headed outside. It was chilly, but she didn't bother to go back inside and grab her jacket. Rather, she walked out to the forest where she found Charlie with a garter snake. "Morning."

Charlie looked over to her and set the snake down. "You okay? You look rough." Leave it to Charlie to be honest with her, but what more could she ask of her best friend. "Oliver asked about you last night. I mean, after you got hit with that curse and he caught you, you weren't flying the same. You know he would catch onto that of all people."

She sighed. "I was in pain, I am still sore. But I will be fine. I just came out to check on you. I know you were sitting with Fred and George most of the night. How is he?"

Charlie gave Ophelia's hair a tousle and a small sigh. "I'm worried, Lia. And George is in pain, but what do you expect?" 

She gave a nod, and she hugged Charlie. "Let's get inside." Ophelia said before heading towards the door, and Charlie nodded. 

"What's on your mind?" He asked, and Ophelia gave a half scoff, half laugh. 

"Everything." She mumbled.

*~*~*~*

It had been a long night, and something about them was just going to get longer. George hadn't slept well at all, not until he finally passed out. He had pain throbbing in the side of his head because of his lack of an ear. He knew Charlie and Luka had been in and out all night, and Fred hadn't left his side. It was a rather odd feat. George.may have gotten the worst injuries, but he knew he wasn't the only one to sustain some. He was just a little conscious, thinking about last night, but he was fading in and out.

Their mum had peered in, he knew, but the spinning of his head was something he thought it was just everything blending together, but now that he was becoming more aware, he knew it wasn't. He groaned, trying to lift his head, but the pressure was making it impossible to bear. 

"Georgie?" A groggy Fred inquired, and George just rolled over.

"My head." He grumbled. "Did we knock heads last night?" he attempted to joke, but it wasn't working.

Fred softly chuckled. "You're losing touch , Georgie." He teased, but George turned back over and saw the worry plain on his twin's face. It was heart wrenching. "I am going to get mum, see if she can help with the pain." He said before leaving the room.

George turned, and sat up, his head throbbing. He could feel the bandages around his head, and it felt weird. He cradled his head in his hands and closed his eyes. And today was jam packed of things to do for the wedding in just two days. What a day already.