A Weasley Wonder
Disclaimer: Nothing is owed by me or Nicole The Notorious. It is all the work of the wonderful Queen: J.K. Rowling
A/N. It's me again with a new fanfic. But this time, I'm co-writing it with the one, the only, Nicole The Notorious!
Another day, another waste of time.
I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light shining through my window that mum had opened, letting a cool breeze trace in through the heat in my room. I knew when my eyes adjusted I would see the same old room, my bedroom, with the plain brown walls and the creaky floorboards, the rotting door and cupboards to match, and I was right. I stretched out my arms and legs over the sides of the bed unenthusiastically, well, that wasn't hard, and my feet stuck out the bottom of the stupid child size thing anyway. Rubbing my eye's I clambered up into a sitting position, regaining my near perfect posture, I stood up, time to get ready for work I thought, with a groan. Time to get ready for hell, was my second thought, but no, I had to stay the slightest bit positive, after all, it was my dream job.
I looked in the tattered wardrobe. It had a door missing and the other one was off its hinges anyway. I hated being poor, my mum didn't need to have Fred and George or Ronald or even Ginevra for that matter. But she wanted a girl. So I'm stuck with 6 other siblings. We all looked the same. We all had red hair, hand me down robes and a stupid complexion. Great now I was quoting Malfoy. I put on some of my cream coloured robes. I could afford slightly better now I was Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic himself. I looked into the broken mirror that was over my cluttered desk and saw my horn rimmed glasses self-staring back at me.
I decided I look good enough to be seen with the Minister, and I had to get downstairs now anyway, as in half an hour I had to go to work. But with a loud rumbling sound emitting from my stomach I decided breakfast wouldn't hurt. I walked softly on the balls of my feet down the many flights of stairs our house had to get to the kitchen. I was lucky in the fact I only had to walk down two flights of stairs unlike Ronald who was on the top floor. I was also unlucky that I had Fred and George's room opposite mine. So when I try and work in my bedroom, I am always disrupted by the bangs and explosions coming from their room. I loved my bedroom, as it had the best view in the whole house. It overlooked the garden, which was always over grown, but beyond that I could see the surrounding hillsides of the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole.
For breakfast I had some buttered toast and conjured up some tea to take with me to work, I hate conjuring things unless necessary, but I was in a rush. I walked to my fireplace, which had a hearty orange fire going and breathed in the smell of firewood through my nose, it calmed my work nerves as I quickly grabbed a handful of the floo powder and chucked it into the fire. The warm orange glow had now turned into an ugly green flame which still sat calmly, waiting. I then stepped straight into the heart of the fire. "Ministry of magic!" I said clearly and slowly into the flames as a weird sensation trickled over me, and I tightly closed my eyes, I'd never liked travelling by floo but I was in a rush now and dangerously close to being late to work, when I opened them I professionally stepped out of the fire place and stood up, brushed myself off and strode down the great hall, flicking a bronze Knut into the gold fountain as I passed by it.
I looked up at the monumental fountain and saw a group of golden statues. These statues were larger than life-size. The tallest statue was a noble looking wizard with his gold wand pointing into the air. Around the handsome gold wizard were a beautiful witch, a centaur – a half horse, half person hybrid – and a goblin and alongside him a little house elf. The centaur, goblin and house elf were gazing up at the witch and wizard adoringly. The glittering jets of water were flying out of the ends of the two wands, the point of the centaur's arrow, the tip of the goblins hat and out of each of the house elf's long bat like ears. The effect of the falling droplets made anyone near it need a piss. I decided I better more on so I could get to Fudge and Madam Umbridge.
I found Fudge in his office. He told me to go straight to Madam Umbridge, and that she could be found in the department of Minister for Magic and Support Staff. I wondered through the various halls and corridors of the ministry till I came across the door leading to the department. There was a very impatient Umbridge waiting outside, looking as unpleasant as ever. She was wearing a baby pink cardigan along with a pink dress, which had a broach of a cat pinned onto it, pink socks, pink shoes and a pink hat. Her face was very broad and frog like, and at the moment, as red as a tomato.
"Mr Weasley!" She shouted at me when she noticed me, which was almost instantly as when I chorused round the corner her cat brooch meowed repeatedly, causing her to look up.
"I am very sorry I'm-" I started to say confidently
"Late? This is starting to become a common occurrence Mr Weasley." She hissed back, looking at me as if she was trying to burn a hole through my head. I respected most authority's figures here. But this woman. She had something against me and I her, boy was she a bitch!
