Purple and Orange

The winter sun poured in through his bedroom window. George Weasley turned over in his sleep, thick blankets wrapping around him, twisting in odd ways. He moaned as the light finally pressed into his dreams, waking him from slumber in bitter reality. In fact he never actually did anything with Enid; in fact, he could feel her disappointment when he turned around at her doorstep; in fact he hadn't been to the café in a week, but had rather preferred to stay at home.

He got out of bed and put a small red t-shirt over his bare chest and pulled up a pair of baggy ripped jeans.

"And he lives," Fred said as he came out of the bedroom. "Are we going to work today?" George yawned and nodded, sitting down at the table. "You still look tired." George nodded, yawning again. Fred threw money at him, "Go to the damn coffee shop and drink some caffeine."

He shook his head, "No, I'll manage."

"The hell you will," Fred said. "Go before I drag you there myself."

George sighed, stood up from the table and walked right out the door, not even caring about the freezing cold that hit him hard in the face. He could see the café from down the road despite the snow. It had darkened considerably since he hd woken up, the thick snow blocking the sun. White powder laced the windows to the café and the door was nearly blocked because of the snow. He managed to heave the door open and it closed behind him in rush. He shook the snow out of his hair and looked at the counter. A pimply faced black haired boy stood at the counter.

"Hello sir, may I help you?" the boy asked.

George looked around confused. There was only another person in the entire store, an old lady mumbling to herself about cats. "Is Enid here?"

"Enid?" the boy asked.

"Enid. She works here, purple hair, lip..." George started but was interrupted by the boy.

"Oh, yeah... I know who you're talking about. She quit yesterday, without even putting in her two weeks notice. Can I help you with anything coffee related?" the boy inquired, eager to do his job.

George found himself sitting by the window again after ordering his drink. He didn't understand why she didn't say anything to him about it. But then again, he hadn't talked to her in a week.

There was a shadow by the door and it opened with a blow of snow and cold, and then a person came in. Purple hair was matted with white and normally light colored skin tinted pink from the cold.

"Adam, do you have my paycheck?" She asked, walking to the counter.

"Yeah and some guy was here asking about you," Adam replied, turning into the backroom.

"Some guy?" Enid mumbled and then turned. "George?"

He smiled, but felt like an ass. "You quit?"

She walked over to the table and sat down. "Yeah, I couldn't stand it anymore. Plus, you didn't come for a week so it was boring," she said with a casual smile, but something was bothering her.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I've been busy with the shop Fred and I own. I've been sleeping too much due to lack of coffee though, so I came back," George said.

"What kind of shop?" she asked.

"It's a joke shop, 'Weasley Wizard Wheezes'," he said, smiling a bit.

Enid laughed, "Nice. Well, since you're here," she reached into her pocket and brought out a ticket, "I got you a ticket to the game. Bally Castle Bats against Chudley Cannons. The Bats being my team. I just wondered if you wanted to go, might be a bit cold though."

"That would be awesome!" George said, pocketing the ticket.

She smiled just as Adam came out from the back room. "Well I have to get going. I'll see you around, I suppose."

He watched her grab the check eagerly and walk out the doors into the freezing weather. The game would be tomorrow at five, hopefully the weather would improve.

But it didn't. If anything, it was worse. He showed up in the stands wearing his warmest cloaks and a thick red and yellow scarf his mother had made for him back when he was at school. Looking out onto the field, barely anything was seen in the swirl of snow. The only thing he could see was a blur of robes. Black blurs with red floating midair and orange and red blurs. All at once they started to play, and the blurs became streaks moving back and forth, up and down. The black blurs were winning or at least it looked like it from the barely seen score board. They were moving faster and were more agile then the orange. Points upon points racked up on both sides.

He watched as they moved closer to the stands, a black, red and purple blur flew past, followed by two orange blurs. He kept his eye on the player for the rest of the game and watched eagerly. She seemed to be scoring a lot or helping follow through with plays. She was quick thinking, an awesome chaser.

He lost her in the crowd of flying players. He could no longer see the purple with black and red, but black and red by itself in a mass of color. Then a lone black and red started to dive rapidly. At first he thought it was the seeker, going to catch the snitch, but no red and orange followed and he watched as it hit the ground. People rushed out onto the field carrying them off the field just as the snitch was caught by the Bally Castle Bats. He cheered but as the team flew in circles around the stadium he didn't catch a glimpse of purple. He stood up and walked down the halls, leading to the emergency station.

Please let her be alright.

He couldn't help but dread what he would see; a mangled unconscious Enid. No, nobody had died in years and a fall like that wouldn't have killed her. Severely injured, sure, but that was always better than being dead.

A big red sign was in the distance along with a curtained off bed and he walked faster to it when large arms reached out and stopped him.

"Wha- whoa," George said, caught off guard.

A large man in black and white robes was standing in front of the doorway. "I need to see a pass," he declared

"I don't have any. Look, my friend was injured, I'm here to see if she's okay," George said, trying to peer past the big man.

"Then you can't be back here. It's for team members or special allowances only," he said.

"Shit," George mumbled. He reached in his pocket and looked at the ticket, "Uh, here."

The man looked at it closely, raised an eyebrow and stepped back. George smiled to himself and walked through.

She was sitting up, holding her head, with a line of blood dripping careless somewhere on her hairline. She smiled.

"Ey, did you see that? We won," she said, still grinning.

"Yeah, I also saw you hit the ground," George said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She forced a painful laugh. "Yeah, the bastards hit me with two bludgers. Not only was the breath knocked out of me as I also felt my back nearly break as I hit the ground."

"That bad?" George asked.

"Probably, I don't know. I feel so damn numb with medicine, I can't feel a thing except for my head," she mumbled.

He reached his hand to her chest and carefully pushed her back against the pillow, "then lay your dumb ass down. It makes it worse sitting up like that."

She smiled and closed her eyes. She was so beautiful despite the pain she was feeling which made her nearly unconscious. Her breathing was slow and steady when he reached and brushed away a piece of bright purple hair. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead, wishing he could do more than that.

The entire team burst into the room, laughing and cheering. They hoped to wake Enid, but the nurse came in and hurried them out. George slipped quietly and unnoticed from the room and walked out of the stadium.