George was quiet. Weirdly quiet.

That was the first thing Manda noticed when the couple made their way up to her room, telling their parents they were just going to say goodnight like they did every night but everyone knew George always ended up in her bed. It was getting to the point where she couldn't sleep unless he was right beside her with his arms wrapped around her.

Anyway, getting off topic. The point is, Manda could tell that something was off because not a single word had been uttered between the two of them since they left the kitchen after dinner. She slipped her hand in to his and looked over at him, smiling slightly when she felt him lace their fingers together. Good. That was a good sign. Meant he wasn't mad at her. Not mad. Just disappointed.

Manda closed her door behind them and raised an eyebrow at him. "So are we just not speaking or were you waiting till we were alone to tell me why you're annoyed with me?"

George sighed and looked over at her as he sat on her bed. "I'm not annoyed with you. Just... the situations that you put yourself in without thinking about it."

"That's kind of hypocritical you know?" Manda pointed out as she sat down beside him, crossing her legs and leaning her head on his shoulder. "You put yourself in annoying situations all the time as well."

"I don't put myself in any that could get me killed though," he pointed out as he wrapped an arm around her and laid on the bed with her.

"Maybe it's a family thing. My parents seem to do it as well. And Harry. He's technically my cousin."

George sighed softly and kissed the top of her head. "Nothing I say is going to stop you, is it?" He asked her quietly, playing with her strand of her now blue hair. He hated when he was the reason for it being that colour. He never meant to hurt her but this... this wasn't something that he could just ignore and Manda knew that. But they both also knew that she was their best bet at finding anything out from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It just didn't seem like a good enough reason to send a fifteen year old off somewhere that none of them could keep her safe.

"I'd only be there for a couple of weeks. Then I'd be at school with you guys. They're just more likely to not change the conversation if I go back," she said softly and traced small designs on to George's arm.

George looked down at her softly and kissed the top of her head gently. "Your hair has been blue a lot more lately... mainly when you're around your parents..." he said quietly, wanting to tackle the other issue that he had this summer when it came to her.

She shrugged lightly. "My dad keeps saying that we need to talk but we haven't sat down and had whatever conversation it is that he wants to have. I'm just worried about what it is."

George ran a hand through her hair gently and smiled a bit. "I'm sure it's nothing bad. If it was that important then he would have talked to you about it already."

"Yeah... I guess..." she said quietly and cuddled up to him a bit more.

It was always easier for her to feel safe and like herself when she was around him. Being in his arms made everything better and she hated to think about what would happen if she ever lost him.

She wouldn't survive it. So maybe... just maybe, her doing this wasn't a good idea...