It was a good Sunday morning. The burrow was being fairly quiet when the silence was disturbed by the shriek of the Matre Familias. "Who the hell are you??"
"Oh, hi, I'm Glen. Glen Lessinder. I live in the village just down the road." Mrs Weasley didn't calm down while hearing these words.
"Well, that's lovely for you, but I can't help but wonder…. What are you doing in my house??"
The other inhabitants of the Burrow had awoken by now. Slowly, one by one, they got out of bed, wondering what the twins had done this time.
"Um… what I'm
doing in your house….. Well, that's a funny story, actually. I
slept with one of your children. Well…." The girl giggled
nervously.
"Not with one of your children, as in… Well, you
know what I mean. I want to marry in white, you know? No, more as
in…. sharing the room with one of your children. Quite innocent,
actually."
The 'children' were all making their way down now.
"One of my children?" Mrs. Weasley was getting slightly hysteric now. She looked the girl up and down. Glen wore a black t-shirt with an open-hanging blouse on it. Her hair was in a bum. She was quite a beauty.
"You look like Percy's kind of girl, but surely he wouldn't sneak his girlfriend in…."
The girl gave another nervous giggle.
"No…. not Percy."
Percy was standing on the stairs now. Behind him came Fred and George to an abrupt halt.
"The twins! They always sneak strange things into the house."
The girl looked a bit offended.
Charlie took his stand behind the other boys. His mouth was wide open.
"Whose girlfriend are you than? Charlie's?"
The girl shook her head.
"Bill's?
"Surely not Ronalds?
"I'm out of sons! Wait a minute… Maybe you think I'm Harry's mother?"
Glen kept shaking her head at all those suggestions.
"But… but…. I'm out of sons. I'm out of sons. Wait a minute…. I'm out of sons. "
The realization hit all the children at the same time. The boys turned slowly around. Their eyes met with the eyes of their blushing sister.
"GINNY??"