It wasn't a long trip inside, but the more Ophelia moved, the harder it became. She wouldn't admit to it, but she had a rather sizable gash on her left side, where she had been hit. While she had some time to herself last night, she had asked Molly to help her heal it, and though it was adequately bandaged and not bleeding, it still burned. Charlie helped her though, putting an arm around her and when they got into the kitchen, he helped her sit down. However, not long after, Oliver came in and Lia gave a soft smile.

"I'm alright, thanks to you. Really though, thank you." She said to him, trying to reassure him as she sipped at her cuppa. "And for sitting in with me for a while, I knew Luka wouldn't be in there so long as George was hurt." 

Not long after, Fred came down, and he looked to his mother. "Mum, George is up, and he has a bad headache." He said, and Molly nodded, heading up with her son. Fred was worse for wear, apparently not sleeping at all the night before. It was painful to keep down, but Lia allowed her face to turn to an almost unreadable look. These were the people she was supposed to betray. To kill. To... she shook the thought from her mind, and she closed her eyes.

Charlie sat with Lia and gave her a look. "You sure you are okay?" He asked, giving her an almost knowing look.

"I'm sure Charlie. I may not be 100 percent, but I am okay. Promise." She said, taking a sip of her tea before her eyes moved to look outside. She missed when things were different, before the war, before The Dark Lord came back, before she...

She really needed to quit thinking about that. She did, but with a target on her little sister's back, all she could do now was wait it out. But this was the first time in a long time that she had considered defecting, perhaps becoming an actual double spy unlike Snape. When Dumbledore had died, however, Lia had lost all hope in that plan. Not to mention her father was one of the few Death Eaters that never crossed You Know who.

"Earth to Lia." Charlie said, and quickly she snapped from her thoughts, now realizing that her eyes were damp. She wiped the tears away and Charlie gave her a look.

"It's nothing. Just worried is all." She quickly defended, and he gave a nod. Charlie then turned to Oliver.

"She is not moving well, from being sore, so if she needs help, please help her. I am going to check on George." He said, and soon Lia and Oliver were left alone in the kitchen, and Lia slowly moved to stand.

"I'm going to sit outside, if you want to join me. It is a surprisingly calm morning." She commented.

*~*~*~*

George felt someone sit beside him after what felt like an hour. His sense of time was definitely warped, he knew, but hearing Luka's voice filled him with a bit of warmth. Her question made him try to give a smile, but his face just wouldn't turn. "My head hurts, and the bandages are weird, but Fred went to go get mum." He didn't realize he was whispering.

He heard Oliver briefly before he closed his eyes, the pain lessening slightly when he did so. Not long after Fred's voice came. "Are you sure you are okay to sit up?"

Molly spoke next, "Thank you for sitting with him, Luka. Do you mind helping me with the bandages? Fred, go get the dittany and the bright green phial from the medicine box." Molly said, and George felt the bandages become unraveled from his head. The pressure was leaving his head, but the pain still remained, even if a.little less intense. He let out a sigh.

"Can we leave the bandages off for a bit?" He whispered again. Molly gave a soft smile, though the worry was plain in her face. She had a lot to do today, and she knew George wouldn't be helping much today if at all.

"Sure." She said. "And when breakfast is ready, I will bring you some."

"Mum, I just have a headache, I can make it downstairs." Hearing the worry in his family was breaking his heart, and soon Charlie and Fred returned.

"Charlie got the green phial." Fred announced, and soon George could feel the dittany burning his ear and then the pain disappeared, and he was able to lift his head some more.

"Thank you." He said, and his.mother kissed his forehead.

"Breakfast will be ready soon." She told the small group before heading downstairs again, and George looked to Fred.

"Feel better?" Fred asked, and George nodded.

"A bit." He answered.