We're the Weasleys || Weasley Next Gen

Part 2, Chapter 97- Ophelia's POV

"You got the flat?" Dad asks. I look up at him and nod.

"Darling!" Mum jumps to her feet which is pretty impressive for a pregnant woman and she throws her arms around me, "I'm so happy for you!"

Dad gets up and joins our hug, "Look at you! My baby's all grown up!"

"When do you leave?" Mum asks. She wipes a tear or two off her face, trying to hide that she's crying.

"Uh... the day after Freddie's wedding..."

Mum and Dad look at each other, "Two weeks..." Dad says, suddenly not so thrilled.

I nod, "Two weeks."

Mum sniffs her nose and wipes some more tears away, "Okay well, we'll nip down over to Gringotts, set up your own vault, and transfer you the inheritance your father and I have for you, along with all the money you've earned for working in the shop your whole life... what do we need for a new vault? Wand... ministry identification..." Mum looks at Dad for assurance.

Dad glances at me for a moment, reading my face, my body language... "We don't have to do that right this second Vi darling. We've got two weeks."

I let out a breath of relief and Dad winks at me.

"Uh, can I not go down into the shop today? I want to go do something..." I look between Mum and Dad, "Though if you need me to..."

"Course darling! You need to pack, you need to go shopping..." Mum takes a breath, "Take as many days away from the shop as you need. Take them all if you want."

I nod and peck both my parents on the cheek before I go back into my room. Just before I close my door, I can hear Mum say, "I don't think I'm ready for her to move away."

Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm ready to move away either...

I put on a pair of denim shorts, a bralette, and a very large, and very worn in tartan shirt (unbuttoned of course, who do you think I am) before I throw myself back onto my bed and pull out my phone.

I hesitate before hitting Chandler's name in my contacts. I don't know what to say. He's my best fucking friend and I'm leaving him in two weeks.

"Ophelia?" He says through the phone, "What're you doing calling me?"

"Well I wanted to hear that pretty little voice of yours," I laugh.

Chandler laughs too, "Well it's five sickles per minute. Ten sickles if you want me to moan."

"Oh, you know how I love it when you moan."

"Sick freak."

"Derogation, kinky."

Chandler laughs, "What'd you want Weasley?"

"Are you home?"

"Where else would I be at ten in the morning?"

"Put your dick away then cause I'm coming over."

"It's his house too, and he's got to breathe every once in a while."

"Chandler..."

"Is it serious?"

"Sort of."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

I roll my eyes and Chandler laughs, "You just rolled your eyes didn't you? Did that Ophelia face where I say a bad joke and you look off into a pretend camera."