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Chapter One - Sarah Smith
'Sir? Sir! Excuse me!'
Bill Weasley turned around and looked at the blonde girl that was running towards him. She came to a halt when she reached him and panted slightly as she looked up at him.
'I'm sorry, but could you tell me how to get to Catchpole café? I'm afraid I got a bit lost,' she explained as she smiled.
'Oh, sure. You just have to turn right here and then the second street on the left. You can't miss it,' he answered with a gesture towards the street on the right.
'Okay, thank you very much,' the girl said, still smiling.
'No problem. I can walk with you, if you'd like. I was going to the café anyway.'
'Oh, well, I guess that couldn't hurt. I'm Sarah, by the way, Sarah Smith.'
'Well, Sarah, nice to meet you. I'm William Weasley, but call me Bill,' he answered while shaking her hand.
'So, I take it you're from around here?'
'Yes, I am. I'm living with my parents for the moment. I know, not very cool, but whatever,' he shrugged and Sarah gave a little laugh.
'Don't worry, I'm living with my grandmother at the moment. I just moved in two days ago, so I don't know my way around town yet.' She smiled apologetically and shrugged.
'Oh, you'll get it soon enough, it's pretty simple. So, what brings you to a place like Ottery St. Catchpole?'
'My grandmother hasn't been so well lately, and I promised my parents I'd keep an eye on her, even though she's feeling better right now.'
'That's very noble of you,' Bill commented with a smile as they walked past the Post Office.
'Thanks. But, anyway, grandma said I needed to make friends here, so she sent me to the Catchpole café.'
'That's very considerate of your grandmother. My grandmother would never do that, she'd just make me sit and listen to her talk about her cats all day long.'
Sarah gave a genuine laugh and Bill couldn't help but smile. Sarah readjusted her scarf and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
'Well, cats are an interesting subject, I guess,' she answered and Bill chuckled.
'So, here it is. It doesn't look like much, I know,' Bill said and gestured towards the pub. The windows looked filthy, but there was music playing and it seemed to have a nice atmosphere. Sarah shrugged and smiled.
'It looks fine,' she said as Bill held the door open for her. She took a seat near the window and took off her coat and scarf, revealing a green sweater. Bill stood at her table.
'Would you mind if I sat with you?' Bill said with a wink.
'I was hoping you'd say that,' Sarah said with a smile, gesturing towards a seat, 'Are you meeting up with your friends?'
'No, I just like sitting here and drinking coffee. Do you want a coffee? My treat.' Sarah responded with a simple nod. Bill signalled their order to the bartender.
'So,' Bill said once he had settled in, 'Have you got any brothers or sisters?'
Sarah shook her head: 'No, I'm an only child. How about you?'
'I'm the oldest of seven,' he said, then chuckled at the face she made, 'There's Charlie, Percy, Fred and George –they're twins-, Ron and my sister Ginny. She's ten years younger.'
'How old are you, anyway?' Sarah asked, as she tried to memorise the names of his siblings.
'I'm 26. You want the ages of my siblings as well?'
'Shoot.'
'Charlie's 24, Percy's 21, Fred and George are 19, Ron's 17 and Ginny's 16.'
'Isn't it hard to memorise all their birthdays and stuff?'
'It's not that hard. You get used to it.'
'Hmm… I'm 20 by the way.'
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'Mom? I'm back,' Bill yelled as he entered the house again. He walked into the kitchen to find Molly sitting at the table, reading a book. He sat down across from her.
'Mom, I invited two people to dinner tonight.'
'That's okay dear. When are they coming?'
'At seven. Err… Mom, they're muggles.'
Molly looked up from her book. She sighed and waved her hand at Bill: 'Go get your brothers and sister.'
Bill knocked on every door and had soon gathered all his siblings in the kitchen. He sat down next to George and looked at his mother expectantly.
'Okay, children. Bill has invited two guests for dinner tonight. Two muggles, might I add. I expect you to behave as muggles do. Now, Charlie, you are to remove all magical objects from our hall and toilet. Percy, you go out and buy some of that cleanser muggles use to do their dishes. Fred, George, you are to help me remove everything magical from the kitchen. Ron and Ginny, you remove everything from the living room. All right?'
Seven heads nodded and Molly clapped her hands. Seven people scattered throughout the house and started their respective chores. While removing the magical artefacts, Molly gave Fred and George a lecture about how she would punish them if they let anything 'funny' happen that evening.
At a quarter to seven, the house looked perfectly normal on the inside. Molly quickly conjured a meal and then there was a knock on the door. Bill hurried to the front door and Molly heard him welcome their guests. After two minutes, the door to the kitchen opened and Sarah stepped in, followed by an elderly woman. The younger Weasleys were already seated and very muggle-looking.
'Err,' Bill started, 'Well, this is my mother, those are my brothers Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron and this is my sister Ginny,' he said as he pointed them all out. 'My father isn't here yet, but he should come home shortly. Guys, these are Sarah and her grandmother, Mrs. Smith.'
Molly shook hands with them as the younger Weasleys said 'Hello.' Mrs. Smith was seated next to Molly and Ginny, and Sarah sat in between Percy and Bill. After another few minutes, the door opened and Mr. Weasley entered.
'What a day,' he commented, 'You wouldn't believe half of the things that happened!' He was cut of by a look from Molly and a mouthed 'Muggles' from Ginny.
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So, that's it for now. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so review!
Chapter two should be coming in a few days.
