Disclaimer- I own nothing of J.K. Rowling's wonderful work, nor any of Warner Brothers. Yet, the WB did a horrible job portraying Ms. Figg in the movie. (Am I in agreement?)
The Beginning
"When I said that I wanted a job that doesn't require magic, I didn't mean babysitting." Ms. Figg swept her arm across her living room, which looked like a bomb had gone off. "How would you like it if you had more than a dozen mini wizards and witches running freely in your house, without having any control over their magic!" She pleadingly looked to James.
"Sorry Figgy, you got yourself into this. It was the best we could do." He said kindly. Her hair was already tinted with grey, after a few more afternoons of this chaos, her whole head would be white. "I promise you, the meeting will not take long, Lily and I will be back soon to pick up Harry. The Weasleys will also come to pick up all of their's along with the Longbottoms and everyone else." Giving the poor woman a friendly pat on the back, he walked out her house.
She stood in the doorway, surveying the warzone. Fred and George were running around the room, screaming for the cats. Ron was still asleep, probably used to his brothers from living with them. Harry and Neville on the other hand, looked pretty fussy while Percy tried to keep his "pesky" brothers from annoying "nice Ms. Figgy". All the others were older, they were being entertained with stories of the famed Deathly Hallows though Bill and Charlie.