Aunt May sat in her faded flowered chair knitting. She was
knitting another hat for Peter, she was sure that he would love it. She
hummed softly to her thinking about Peter's expression when he got this new
hat. She had taken up knitting fairly recently and had already made him a
blanket, a nice vest, and socks. The hat would go perfectly with the vest,
she was sure. When the doorbell rang Aunt May dropped her knitting and
half screamed, she was so suprised. She put her knitting on the table
beside her and walked cautiously to the door. She searched her brain, who
could it be?? She opened the door to find two tall identical red headed
boys. She looked them both up and down, they were dirty and they looked
tired. They had their arms crossed tightly around their chest, trying to
keep warm. They were wearing hardly anything, and it was near freezing. A
surge of compassion raced through her body. She knew that if she didn't
let them in that very second, they would collapse on her front doorstep.
She waited for the two boys to speak.
"We're looking for room and board," the boy on the right said meekly, "We can pay," he trailed off looking at his feet. Aunt May wanted to rush them inside, feed them, and stuff them into a warm bed, but she resisted letting them into the house immedietly, after all Peter had been saying about criminals on the loose, she had become more cautious.
"No, I'm sorry, but I'm not renting out space," Aunt May said opening the door a bit wider to them. The two twins faces seemed to crumple as they both slowly turned around and began down the steps. "Wait!" she called after them. They whirled around smiling, their faces bright. "I can't just make you live on the streets," Aunt May said shaking her head and motioning for them to come inside. The two twins seemed cheerful and pleasent, repeating forms of "thank you mamn" over and over again. When she had her back turned they gave each other a secret high five grinning widly. Finally! They had gotten someone to take them in! They had been to what seemed like millions of muggle families just looking for a little shelter and food, and finally! Yes finally! They had gotten one! Aunt May showed them into the kitchen and told them to sit down while she made some hot cocoa.
"You two must be freezing," Aunt May said while she bustled around the kitchen fetching the different ingridients.
"Yea," one of the boys said nodding his head.
"We've been walking the streets, for uh, I don't know bout a week," he said looking up at her sadly. Aunt May froze, ingredients in hand, staring at them in awe.
"That's awful! Where is your family?" she said staring at them, shaking her head, mouth agape. The two boys looked at each other slowly, as if waiting for the other to answer the difficult question. The one closest to her was about to tell her about their mother deserting them and their father, the drunk, O.D.ing but she cut him off before a word was spoken. She shook her head quickly, moving back to the hot chocolate.
"You'll tell me about it later, when were more settled" she said a sad look in her eyes, she paused for a couple of seconds looking away from them, she sighed, "So what are your names?" she asked turning back to them.
"I'm Fr.." the boy trailed off for a second, he was contimplating the risks of revealing his real name, and she was very puzzled.
"What is it? Come on... Tell me," Aunt May said encouragingly. The boy decided quickly on using his real name, although it would be awfully fun to adopt an alias.
"I'm Fred," he said smiling. Aunt May turned towards the other boy,
"And you, what's your name?" she asked smiling warmly.
"I'm George," he said deciding to stick out his hand to shake. Aunt May smiled, pleased, shaking his hand. What a gentleman.
"My name is May, you can call me Ms. May, Aunt May, or just plain May," she said laughing to herself. The boys smiled up at Aunt May and then at each other, and Aunt May returned to the hot chocolate.
"We really appreciate this," Fred said, "It's been really hard." And in truth, it had been. The boys had escaped from Hogwarts and had found that life is not as easy as it seems. They had struggled, trying to find a job in the magic world, but all jobs required a graduation from Hogwarts, which they didn't have. All they really needed was food, and board and then they could concentrate all efforts on their plans for a joke shop. Aunt May filled three mugs with the steaming hot liquid and gave one cup to each boy. She sat down in the seat across the table from them and blew carefully on her hot chocolate.
"Ok," she said slowly looking at the boys, "I want to hear the whole story now," she said with a look of sadness mixed with determination in her eyes. Fred and George smiled inside, they couldn't believe their luck, they had met the nicest muggle in the entire world. They went on to tell her a completely made up story including growing up in a small town in Rhode Island, stealing a ride over the atlantic, a crazy story with their little sister who they were still looking for, and on and on. The two traded off with the story, and it just got crazier and crazier. After they had finished the whole story telling Aunt May exactly how they had arrived at her doorstep, she was speechless she just shook her head and fought back the urge to cry. The awful life these boys had to lead. She bit her bottom lip and looked them both hard in the eyes.
"You two better go wash up, and then go to bed," she said sipping slowly at her drink. "I'll show you around the house," she said leaving the cup behind and standing up slowly to walk up the stairs. They would stay in Peter's room for the time being. She didn't know for how long but she did know that these two beautiful gentleman who had suffered the worst life she had ever heard, were always welcomed at her house.
"We're looking for room and board," the boy on the right said meekly, "We can pay," he trailed off looking at his feet. Aunt May wanted to rush them inside, feed them, and stuff them into a warm bed, but she resisted letting them into the house immedietly, after all Peter had been saying about criminals on the loose, she had become more cautious.
"No, I'm sorry, but I'm not renting out space," Aunt May said opening the door a bit wider to them. The two twins faces seemed to crumple as they both slowly turned around and began down the steps. "Wait!" she called after them. They whirled around smiling, their faces bright. "I can't just make you live on the streets," Aunt May said shaking her head and motioning for them to come inside. The two twins seemed cheerful and pleasent, repeating forms of "thank you mamn" over and over again. When she had her back turned they gave each other a secret high five grinning widly. Finally! They had gotten someone to take them in! They had been to what seemed like millions of muggle families just looking for a little shelter and food, and finally! Yes finally! They had gotten one! Aunt May showed them into the kitchen and told them to sit down while she made some hot cocoa.
"You two must be freezing," Aunt May said while she bustled around the kitchen fetching the different ingridients.
"Yea," one of the boys said nodding his head.
"We've been walking the streets, for uh, I don't know bout a week," he said looking up at her sadly. Aunt May froze, ingredients in hand, staring at them in awe.
"That's awful! Where is your family?" she said staring at them, shaking her head, mouth agape. The two boys looked at each other slowly, as if waiting for the other to answer the difficult question. The one closest to her was about to tell her about their mother deserting them and their father, the drunk, O.D.ing but she cut him off before a word was spoken. She shook her head quickly, moving back to the hot chocolate.
"You'll tell me about it later, when were more settled" she said a sad look in her eyes, she paused for a couple of seconds looking away from them, she sighed, "So what are your names?" she asked turning back to them.
"I'm Fr.." the boy trailed off for a second, he was contimplating the risks of revealing his real name, and she was very puzzled.
"What is it? Come on... Tell me," Aunt May said encouragingly. The boy decided quickly on using his real name, although it would be awfully fun to adopt an alias.
"I'm Fred," he said smiling. Aunt May turned towards the other boy,
"And you, what's your name?" she asked smiling warmly.
"I'm George," he said deciding to stick out his hand to shake. Aunt May smiled, pleased, shaking his hand. What a gentleman.
"My name is May, you can call me Ms. May, Aunt May, or just plain May," she said laughing to herself. The boys smiled up at Aunt May and then at each other, and Aunt May returned to the hot chocolate.
"We really appreciate this," Fred said, "It's been really hard." And in truth, it had been. The boys had escaped from Hogwarts and had found that life is not as easy as it seems. They had struggled, trying to find a job in the magic world, but all jobs required a graduation from Hogwarts, which they didn't have. All they really needed was food, and board and then they could concentrate all efforts on their plans for a joke shop. Aunt May filled three mugs with the steaming hot liquid and gave one cup to each boy. She sat down in the seat across the table from them and blew carefully on her hot chocolate.
"Ok," she said slowly looking at the boys, "I want to hear the whole story now," she said with a look of sadness mixed with determination in her eyes. Fred and George smiled inside, they couldn't believe their luck, they had met the nicest muggle in the entire world. They went on to tell her a completely made up story including growing up in a small town in Rhode Island, stealing a ride over the atlantic, a crazy story with their little sister who they were still looking for, and on and on. The two traded off with the story, and it just got crazier and crazier. After they had finished the whole story telling Aunt May exactly how they had arrived at her doorstep, she was speechless she just shook her head and fought back the urge to cry. The awful life these boys had to lead. She bit her bottom lip and looked them both hard in the eyes.
"You two better go wash up, and then go to bed," she said sipping slowly at her drink. "I'll show you around the house," she said leaving the cup behind and standing up slowly to walk up the stairs. They would stay in Peter's room for the time being. She didn't know for how long but she did know that these two beautiful gentleman who had suffered the worst life she had ever heard, were always welcomed at her house.
