Kelsey listened quietly as George strummed a tune on his ukulele, she was leaning against his shoulder, watching the fluffy, pearly white clouds go by. He quietly started humming "hm hm hm hmmmm, hm hm hm hmmm hmmm hmmmm"
Kelsey had always loved George's music, even if he never actually sang to her, or anyone else, just strummed and hummed. But she loved it nonetheless.
It provided her a comfort that she couldn't describe with words. She first realised how much George's music meant to her when she was in her 2nd year, 3 years ago. She had rushed into the courtyard, a small, chaotic, awkward 13 year old girl.
Kelsey had not just met George, more like slammed into him as she rushed across the courtyard to her next class, he had been polite, and helped her up, ever since she met him he always had his ukulele strapped around his chest or slung over his shoulder. She remembered that singular detail very vividly.
His bright red hair was shaggy, just touching his shoulders, her head reached the bottom of his chin. He calmly looked at her, his honey brown eyes shining in the bright sun. She remembered looking into his eyes and feeling a buzz, like love, like she knew this taller redhead was going to be one of her bestfriends.
“Sorry sorry sorry” Kelsey repeated quickly picking her books off the ground, her breath seeming to slip away from her, it seemed to be stuck in her chest, she started seeing small, black spots and her vision went blurry right after she looked up as the redheaded taller boy handed her one of her books.
The last thing she heard was “hey- are you okay?” Before her vision went completely dark, she never figured out how long she had been unconscious but when she woke up, she was laying in a bed in the hospital wing. The mysterious boy sitting in a chair beside her bed, playing his ukulele.
She remembered frantically looking around “wha- where am- why am I in the hospital wing?” Kelsey asked the strange redheaded boy who was sitting by her bedside. He stopped strumming and looked up, meeting her eyes. “You fainted, and I wasn't just gonna let you lay there.” he said looking at her, tilting his head to the side slightly.
She didn't know why but she felt a huge swelling sensation in her chest, she didn't even know him, but for some reason she believed him. At one point throughout her night spent in the hospital wing, the tall red headed boy had introduced himself as George Weasley.
They stayed up all night getting to know each other and laughing quietly to avoid waking the others in the hospital wing. She looked at George now, how his bright red hair wisped in the wind, his golden brown eyes, and the way his long; slim fingers strummed against the ukulele strings
and her heart surged once more, with a feeling she was finally able to identify as love.