The Burrow was exactly what Samantha had pictured, thousands of times, within her mind. Upon her first introductions with Arthur, Ginny and Molly, Samantha felt welcomed into the family. So far, she wasn't regretting her decision to tag along with Emily. Molly gushed over the girls for several minutes and silence only appeared when someone else joined the conversation. The voice was clearly male, and the accent had Samantha's heart racing. She's always had a weakness for British accents. Hesitantly turning towards the speaker's direction, Samantha immediately felt the burning of both cheeks. 

Molly had already taken the liberty of identifying the mysterious addition to the room. It was George. The man Samantha has only known through communications with letters, he was standing right in front of her now! Shuffling her feet nervously, lighting scuffing the sides of her black flats, Samantha averted her eyes from George's presence. Molly clapped her hands together quite loudly, causing Samantha to jolt upwards at the noise. "Oh," Molly quickly chuckled. "Sorry, dearies."

Not speaking a word, Samantha just smiled. She decided to walk around the living room, finding herself attracted to the grand clock. It had spoons with the names and photos of everyone in the family. Such a cute object. Samantha's lips spread wider, almost displaying a full smile as she continued to search. 

Ginny came to her brother's side, whispering some vital information. "Samantha doesn't like to speak. She has a heavy Scottish accent." 

"She has a really boring sense of style too," Fred butted in, appearing at George's side. "Compared to her cousin, at least." 

"Oi!" Ginny scolded, smacking Fred's arm at his offensive comment. "I think she looks pretty!" 

Fred chuckled, scoffing at his sister's defensive behavior. "It only matters what George thinks anyway~" 

"She already kinda looks like a Weasley, huh?" Ron suddenly suggested, having come downstairs after hearing the commotion. "Red hair, freckles and pale skin. She practically is one of the family." 

Ginny's eyes rolled at her brother's stupidity. "She's Scottish, of course she'd have red hair and freckles!" 

Overhearing the siblings speaking about her, the embarrassed young woman excused herself outside. Sitting down on the porch, hands nervously picking at the wet grass. 

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"Charlie!" Molly called once again, annoyed with her son's sleeping habits. She reached over to Ginny, calling the girl over. "Will you please go wake up your brother and tell him Emily is waiting for him?" 

Ginny nodded, rushing up the stairs without a second of hesitation. 

Molly apologized on behalf of her son, "He usually sleeps during the day while in Romania. Old habits die hard." She escorted Emily into the kitchen, pouring a glass of tea for the blond woman. "Would you like a spot of breakfast, my'dear?" Molly was already preparing Emily a plate before the girl had a chance to answer. "Charlie is quite taken with Dragons," she commented, having caught a glance at Emily's pendent. "Do you share that fascination?"

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"She's here?" Charlie panicked, falling from his bed and wasn't comforted by Ginny's laughter as she left the room. Emily was downstairs. Emily was here! Charlie immediately rushed himself to the shower, quickly getting dressed and now stood before his mirror in confusion. Sunlight has washed out the ginger coloring of his hair while over in Romania. His short hair has taken on a shade of blond in the recent months, although the red hue is still unmistakable. Idly he ran a hand through the mild stubble which has grown along his chin. Normally he wouldn't have shaven it off, but under the circumstances...he wanted to make a good impression on Emily. 

After returning to the mirror, now with a smooth face, Charlie continued to analyze his features. The freckles, he accepted them. The white-scars along his flesh, usually worn as badges of pride, now made him self conscious. Deciding to try and distract from his imperfections, Charlie picked himself out a semi-formal attire. A long sleeved sweater that would cover his bandaged left arm, jeans that actually fit his shape and enhanced the toned muscles hidden beneath along with black boots that had served him loyally while training Dragons. 

Sparing a second, or third, glance in the mirror before feeling confident enough to leave the room, Charlie made his way, slowly, to the kitchen. Just as he made an entrance from the opened doorway, Molly welcomed him in with a warm embrace. Her short height putting Charlie's own height on display. As the tallest of the family, Charlie has always been uncomfortable about being 6'5". An insecurity he's kept hidden from everyone. 

"Emily!" Molly called for the blond, waving her over with a hand. "I'd like to introduce you to my boy, Charlie." 

As Emily came walking towards him, Charlie's entire body tensed unknowingly. Just as he'd expected, she was unbelievably beautiful. Long, slightly styled, blond hair and eyes that seemed so expressive, even from a distance. She walked with grace, balance and carried herself confidently. Something Charlie has never been able to do without being in the presence of Dragons. 

"....Hello," his voice almost cracked. "It's nice to meet you, Emily." 

Speaking her name was difficult now, as she stood right before him. His throat had gone dry so suddenly, causing him to speak as if in pain.

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