Gnomes were not something often seen in America, nor Scotland. Catching sight of the little creatures, Samantha knelt down to the grass and watched them curiously. While studying their odd behaviors, Samantha also made sure to keep listening in on whatever George said. She wanted to study the Gnomes further, but a sudden growl within her stomach made her current hunger very obvious. "Sorry." She didn't want to come across as rude, finding these unwanted creatures so interesting. 

Samantha returned back to her height, which was quite short compared to George. The top of her head brushed just below his chin, she felt rather meek in his presence. At the mentioning of food, Samantha's stomach unleashed another growl. It demanded food, even if Samantha was too bashful to ask for anything. She followed George back inside the Burrow, walking past his siblings in their approach to the kitchen. 

Along the way, Ron happened to stop the pair and immediately began questioning Samantha. "So, you're a witch from Scotland, yeah?" 

She nodded, shyly moving herself behind George without knowing. 

"That's cool. You know about Harry Potter, though, right?" Ron stepped forward, closing the distance between them. 

The lack of personal space caused Samantha to react without thinking. She grabbed onto George's hand and through the contact, he would be able to feel her shaking. With an introverted personality type, behavior such as Ron was demonstrating would only succeed in surfacing a state of panic for Samantha. 

* * * 

Charlie joined Emily at the table, but was reluctant to begin eating. With the current state of his stomach, consuming anything right now would not be wise. Instead of acknowledging the food his mother had prepared, Charlie chose to redirect his attention to Emily. Happening to glance down, having felt her hand gently on his own, Charlie caught sight of ink that he knew had to be a tattoo. Although his family is rather traditional, not to imply that Molly or Arthur would forbid their children from getting tattoos, Charlie found it interesting that she'd hide such lovely artwork. He wanted to see it properly. Such a viewing would have to wait until later, though. 

"Mum!" Ginny whined, entering the room with Harry Potter at her side. The poor lad looked a bit pale, no doubt troubled from the restless nights and constant paranoia of being Voldemort's pride target. "Ron is harassing Sam!" 

"Honestly, Ronald." Quipped Hermione, her curled locks of brown bouncing as she walked up behind her classmate and tugged firmly at his ear. She offered an apology to Samantha and George, dragging the loudmouth Weasley away. 

Molly would correct her son's rudeness later, for now she was busy feeding everyone in the household. Including her husband, Arthur, whom returned from the garage with wonderful news. His eyes alight and smile widespread. "Bill and Fleur will be arriving later this afternoon. We must have everything finished before they get here." 

"Bill?" It has been ages from Charlie last saw his elder brother. Having the opportunity to see him was enough to bring a genuine smile to his lips.