~Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that honor belongs to the Queen, JK Rowling. ~
A/N: Welcome…to the Second book in Carina's curious catastrophe of a story. The first one's called Carina F Black: An Unusual Home, but I think this can be read stand-alone (reading the first one will give a better understanding though). Keep a sharp eye out for random references—I can't help myself from making them; it's so fun. So, hope you enjoy the title *lenny face*, and here we go!
Also, character thoughts are in this font—bold italics
Spells are italics
Handwriting is usually italics as well.
~Chapter 1: Pretty Odd Occurrences Occur~
Boredom. Seems like the pinnacle of a summer vacation, but nothing could compare to this practically living hell that was Texas. It was hot, boring, and going outside for one hour each day was practically torture—and Carina would know. She was currently hanging upside down on her bed, wavy crimson hair beyond reaching the floor and dragging as she moaned to her best friend, Mary.
"Bored!" she droned.
Mary paid absolutely no attention and continued scribbling on a beige parchment.
"BORED!" shouted Carina loudly in a monotone voice.
Mary finally looked up with an exasperated look.
"What do you want me to do?!" she sighed, finally putting down the quill.
"Anything! Go tap-dance, that'll keep me amused." said Carina sarcastically.
Mary rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I'll tap-dance—when Bombur grows golden wings and flies out the window." she retorted.
"That could happen." Carina said, beginning to sit up.
"Don't perform Transfiguration on your dog—he's had enough when you turned him a blinding yellow." reprimanded Mary.
They had been able to use magic outside of school, given that they lived in a different country and continent. Carina had found this out shortly after they'd arrived back to the orphanage—around June-ish. She had just received a huge load of trash that she'd been forced to take out. And a little spell never hurt anyone—right?
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
The trash had risen out of her hands as Carina directed it towards the ugly forest green dumpster. It landed with a satisfactory 'plop' and she walked back inside smugly. They could use magic. No fiery Dumbledore burst out of her fireplace, no owl came expelling them from Hogwarts for life, and best of all, no restrictions on magic!
She had walked into her room, only to be greeted by her overly excited dog and she decided to just throw her wand on the counter. That, was a very bad idea. A pale pink light had shot out of her rowan wand and hit her pug, right on his dark chubby folds. He had turned an obnoxiously bright shade of yellow. The late afternoon light had only illuminated him even more, and Carina nearly went blind at how shiny he was. Mary had to come into the room with sunglasses to turn him back to his glossy shade of black.
"That technically wasn't my fault." scoffed Carina.
"Yeah, and me getting a higher grade than you in History of Magic is totally not your fault."
"Well, I didn't study at all, so that's reasonable." shrugged Carina.
Mary had no reply—she instead continued writing a letter to Harry. He hadn't been replying to their mail all summer, and to be perfectly honest, they were growing a bit worried. Ron and Hermione also reported that he hadn't replied to a single one of their letters, and not even Hagrid could get a reply out of him.
Ron had planned a rescue mission, but it was cut short by Harry receiving a letter on not using magic outside of school—that surely must've pissed off the Dursleys. Apparently, Mr. Weasley, Ron's dad, worked at the Ministry and kept up to date on lots of things that happened in the Wizarding World.
"We should ask Ron when we can go over—I don't want to be packing last minute like always," said Mary.
"You always say that, yet, we always pack late and get there late," said Carina monotonously.
"Hey…isn't that Specks' owl?" Mary squinted to the window.
Carina flipped over with a heavy thud. She groaned. That was not a soft landing.
"What does it say?" Carina asked, sitting crisscross on the dark wooden floor.
Mary didn't reply; she was still reading the, what looked like hasty handwriting.
"He says that they're going to try and get Harry; sometime this week." said Mary, scanning the parchment again. Errol, Ron's owl, was passed out in Maya's cage, drinking water like his life depended on it.
"Maybe we should go this week, because my birthday tomorrow too, and who better to spend it with than the Weasleys?" said Carina reasonably.
"We'd better ask Ms. Campbell—she won't like it if we just go unannounced." Mary said uncertainly.
"We should pack first—then we can just leave when we ask her," said Carina.
"That sounds good. Hopefully the trolls leave us alone." said Mary with a faint smirk. And she left the room quickly.
The "trolls" were their archenemies at the orphanage, Lindsey and Eve. A new one had joined them, Tina. Poor Tina. She was now the victim of several, now magical, pranks.
Carina quickly crammed whatever clothes she deemed worthy of going. Currently stylish jean jacket—check. Random T-shirts with pugs on them—check. Two pairs of dark jeans she surely would wear over and over till they went to Hogwarts—check. Slightly dirty black shoes—check. Their school trunk already had all their things in it—except their wands, of course, and the Prankbook.
"LEO! I'm done packing!" she roared out.
"ME TOO!" Mary called back.
"Let's owl Specks." said Carina after Mary had walked into the room.
"I told him in our last letter, though—he said we could just drop by anytime." said Mary.
"Oh, alright then, lets Floo over!"
Carina grabbed her few packing of clothes and crammed them into her school trunk. Hopefully none of her potions things would break. What was she going to do about Bombur, though? Eh, he fit in the leather satchel last time; maybe he'll fit again. She grabbed the fat pug and put him in her light brown bag. The dog fit perfectly in the soft bag and he poked his head out.
"Aw, you're so cute!" cooed Carina.
Bombur closed his eyes as Carina scratched his head.
Why are pugs so freaking cute?
"Padfoot! Let's go!" called Mary from down the florally decorated hall.
"Going!"
Carina took one last look into her messy room. It would certainly be a long time before she set foot in there again. She went to join Mary, who was already in Ms. Campbell's office.
"Ms. Campbell, Carina and I were wondering if we could go to the Burrow for the rest of the holiday?" said Mary smoothly.
"You'd better be on your best behavior; I don't want to hear about your "mishaps" from Mrs. Weasley." said Ms. Campbell sternly.
"Yeah, we know." groaned Carina.
"All right, here's some money to buy your things when you go to Diagon Alley, I'm sure Mrs. Weasley will take you." said Ms. Campbell, reaching into another of her many porcelain bowls. She had a small red, velvet bag. It was also chock-full of galleons.
"Thank you, Ms. Campbell." said Mary politely.
"Alright, you remember how to do it?" asked Ms. Campbell.
"Yep, throw the Floo powder, walk into the fire, and say 'The Burrow,'" said Carina, who was rather bored.
"Okay, go along."
This time, Carina went first. She threw the dull green powder into the dim fireplace. An emerald green flame rose immediately and she walked into it. Her school trunk was next to her as she walked up next to it.
"The Burrow!" she said, mouthful of ash.
Ms. Campbell's office disappeared as she swirled around many different places. Once it stopped, she fell out, just like last time.
"Why is it always me?!" she groaned from her new surroundings.
"Oh, hello dear." said a sweet voice.
"Hi, Mrs. Weasley." said Carina, sitting up. Bombur demanded attention as he burst out from the leather bag at her side.
"Who's that?" asked Mrs. Weasley curiously.
"This, is Bombur," said Carina, motioning to the small dog that was sniffing all around the kitchen.
Another figure shot out of the fireplace. Mary landed with a smug smile. Carina glared at her.
"Fall over again, Padfoot?" Mary sang.
"Well, I think I did…I don't know why I would sit in front of a green fireplace for any reason than that." said Carina sarcastically.
Mrs. Weasley let out a small smile at that.
"Are you hungry, dears?"
"No, thank you," said both girls at once.
"Merlin, and I thought it was creepy when the twins did that." said Mrs. Weasley under her breath as she turned around.
Carina looked around. It was the strangest house she'd ever been in. A clock on the wall had no numbers; rather things to do, like feed the chickens. Another one had no numbers either, but the hands had names. Eight of the hands were pointing to the "Home" position, but one of them, Mr. Weasley's was at "Work". Books lined the cabinets of the kitchen. Copies of "How to Charm your own Cheese" and "Conjuring Feasts; it's Easy!" were some of the odd books in the shelves.
"It's a bit early, dears, I'm sure the boys will still be asleep," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, all right," said Mary uncertainly.
"I'll show you to Ginny's room, where you'll be staying." and Mrs. Weasley led them up the rickety wooden steps of the Burrow. Several pictures lined the mismatched floors as they went steadily higher until they reached a white door.
"Ginny, dear, are you awake?" asked Mrs. Weasley, knocking loudly on the door.
"Yeah!" said a slightly groggy voice from inside.
A very disheveled Ginny Weasley opened the door. Upon noticing them, she shook her head quickly.
"Wait!" she squeaked. "Don't come in just yet." and she slammed the door in their faces.
A loud rustling came from the room as Ginny moved around quickly. Carina gave a look to Mary, who returned it as well.
"Okay, you can come in now." called a muffled Ginny.
It was a small room, but it had a nice view from the window on the side. The walls were painted a faint pale pink and several posters of the Holyhead Harpies were plastered on the walls. The furniture was a rather large bed and white bed table next to it. The dressing table was pushed towards the side of the room, as to give the window more space. Green hills rolled across the countryside from the big window.
"Nice undies." smirked Mary as she saw a broomstick-covered underwear peeking out from under the bed.
Ginny turned brick red and shoved them further into the depths of the underside of the bed.
"Er—it's not much, but—"
"It's awesome!" exclaimed Carina.
"Oh, er—thanks." said an uncertain Ginny.
A loud scream made her eyebrows shoot up quickly.
"HOW DARE THEY?!"
Carina curiously poked her head out of Ginny's pale pink room.
Mrs. Weasley was storming down from the very top floor, a very angry expression on her face.
"No note, no nothing! Where could they have gone!" they heard her exclaim under her breath.
Have they…left?
Carina was furious. They must've gone to get Harry without them! On her birthday!
"How dare they!" she hissed under her breath.
"What happened?" asked an equally curious Ginny and Mary.
"Your brothers went to get Prongs without us!" she exclaimed, shutting the door.
Mary gasped, and Ginny frowned.
"Prongs?" she questioned.
"Harry." said Carina, clearing it up.
"Oh." said a still-confused Ginny.
"That's his nickname," said Mary. "I'm Leo, Carina's Padfoot, Ron's Specks, Hermione's Moony, and Harry's Prongs."
"Oh!" said Ginny, finally understanding.
Time to get even.
"Hey Ginny, want to help us get your brothers back?" asked Carina, mischievous smile already forming.
"Yeah, it'll be fun!" sang Mary, smirking evilly.
"Alright then!" smiled a very excited Ginny.
Carina pulled the Prankbook out of her very messy trunk.
"Prepare to be amazed, Gin." said Carina. Her smile would give McGonagall the chills, that's for sure. She went to sit next to Mary on Ginny's flower pink carpet.
Ginny's eyes widened, almost comically, as Carina uttered the phrase, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
~CFB~
They'd brewed lots of potions over the summer, specifically for pranking, though. It gave them plenty of time to plan for next year's pranks. They had all argued over what to do to them, but in the end, Ginny's plan worked best. Who would've known the twin's sister was just as clever as they were.
Her plan was to put generous amounts of a potion Ginny picked from their very wide selection all over their doorframe. It was a—curious choice, Carina would give her that. Let's just say the twins would be forced into some rather, feminine clothes as soon as they walked into their room, and only them, Ron, and Harry would be affected.
A loud roar came from the outside. Ginny nearly fell from the small step-ladder they had placed to reach the tall doorframe and Carina wobbled on the spot as she wasn't used to her current height.
"BEDS EMPTY! NO NOTE! CAR GONE—COULD HAVE CRASHED—OUT OF MY MIND WITH WORRY—DID YOU CARE? NEVER, AS LONG AS I'VE LIVED—YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME, WE NEVER HAD TROUBLE LIKE THIS FROM BILL OR CHARLIE OR PERCY—" screeched Mrs. Weasley.
Something must've interrupted her rant.
"They must be home; are you finished?" asked a worried Mary.
"Yes, let's hope they walk right into their rooms right now." said Ginny, an evil laugh ending her sentence.
She was rather scary when she did that. Carina walked down the stairs as Mrs. Weasley continued screaming.
"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK! You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job—"
Mrs. Weasley got steadily quieter as her scolding continued. They couldn't hear much as they glanced out of the small square window.
"She's walking back!" warned Ginny, who ran into the living room.
Carina followed her quickly as a loud bang that meant the door was open and Mrs. Weasley was still not very happy with her sons.
More banging and crashes followed, and Carina assumed she was cooking something. She nodded to Mary and Ginny, who were sitting together on the large couch.
"Safe." she mouthed.
They nodded and walked into the small kitchen. Two very pale Weasley twins sat next to a slightly green Ron and an anxious Harry.
"Padfoot!" exclaimed Harry.
"Prongs." she said snippily.
"What happened with our letters?" asked Mary, getting straight to the point.
"Prongs here, was locked in his bedroom for most of the summer." said Ron.
"Locked?" asked Carina, eyebrows shooting up quickly.
"Erm—they might've figured out I can't use magic over summer break." said Harry.
"How did you go get him?" asked Mary, turning towards a slightly flushed Fred.
"They flew an illegal car halfway across the country!" bellowed Mrs. Weasley angrily, as she fried several eggs and sausages in record speed.
They flew! Without them! In a car!
"It was cloudy, Mum!" said Fred.
"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
"They were starving him, Mum!" exclaimed George.
Starving him?! Oh—no, they will most certainly pay.
"Hey Prongs, mind if I see your glasses? It'll only take a second." said Carina, a dangerous sweetness to her voice.
Harry, remembering her threat to the Dursley's from the previous year, handed them to her without a word.
She inspected them carefully. There didn't seem to be anything broken—but she would still get them for starving Harry. Carina narrowed her eyes.
"Here, Prongs." and she handed them back to Harry.
Mrs. Weasley came and started buttering toast and handing it to each of them.
A small murmur of thanks was heard. Carina turned curiously. Ginny hadn't joined them when they walked in like she'd previously thought. So where did she go? At that precise moment, a slumped figure walked into the cramped kitchen. Ginny's wide brown eyes darted around quickly, and with a loud squeak, she ran out of the room.
Carina smirked. Looks like youngest Weasley has a crush on Prongsie. She could clearly hear Ron explain about how Ginny talked about him all summer, which confirmed her suspicions.
"Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph, Harry," said Fred in a joking voice, but Mrs. Weasley glared at him so hard, Carina was slightly surprised when he didn't spontaneously combust.
The rest of the awkward breakfast continued with a long silence. No one dared uttered a word under Mrs. Weasley's scalding gaze.
The terse silence was broken by a loud yawn from Fred.
"Blimey, I'm tired," groaned Fred, putting his fork down. "I think I'll go to bed and—"
"You will not," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "It's your own fault you've been up all night. You're going to de-gnome the garden for me; they're getting completely out of hand again—"
"Oh, Mum—" groaned George.
"And you two," she added, glaring particularly at Ron and George. She turned to Harry quickly, and Carina was shocked at her change in demeanor. "You can go up to bed, dear, you didn't ask them to fly that wretched car—"
"I'll help Ron. I've never seen a de-gnoming—" said a curious Harry.
"That's very sweet of you, dear, but it's dull work," said Mrs. Weasley. She turned to Carina and Mary. "You two girls can also go up to bed—you must be tired after traveling such a long way." she said sweetly, starkly contrasting her previous manner.
"Um, that's fine," said Carina, eyes wide after seeing Mrs. Weasley destroy the twins. "I'm with Prongs—Harry—I've never seen a de-gnoming." she said quickly.
Mary nodded furiously along with Carina.
"Now, let's see what Lockhart's got to say on the subject—" continued Mrs. Weasley.
She pulled a large book from the many shelves in the kitchen. The twins let out a loud groan.
"Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden—" said George with an eye-roll.
The book was a lavender color and the fancy gold script along the top read "Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests" A beaming wizard that probably would be attractive to crazy people, kept winking at them from the moving photograph. The too-pretty-for-real-life wizard had wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes—although, no one could compare to Dumbledore's glinting blue eyes.
Mrs. Weasley smiled happily at him.
"Oh, he is marvelous," she sighed. "He knows his household pests, all right, it's a wonderful book…"
"Mum fancies him," said Fred, in a loud whisper.
Carina snickered as Mrs. Weasley turned a faint shade of pink.
"Don't be so ridiculous, Fred," said Mrs. Weasley, "All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it, and woe betide you if there's a single gnome in that garden when I come out to inspect it."
A unanimous groan escaped the Weasley's as they dragged their feet out to the steadily rising dawn.
~CFB~
Carina soon discovered, that a de-gnoming was indeed very boring. The potato shaped "gnomes" waddled around the wild garden as they bent down to grab them from their flower bushes. It was slightly entertaining at first, as Ron began to circle it over his head until he let it go, but then Carina figured out that they didn't like being thrown high out of a garden. One bit her hand pretty hard and she screamed a bit as the damned thing kept its fangs in her wrist.
It flew off, what must've been fifty feet, as she pried it off with her other hand quickly. Carina did laugh, however, when the same thing happened to Harry and he went crazy trying to shake it off. A loud slam stopped them from the de-gnoming.
"He's back!" said George. "Dad's home!"
They all walked back to the crooked house.
A thin, balding man with flaming red hair was slumped into one of the kitchen chairs, glasses askew and eyes closed. He had long dusty green robes, which were slightly travel-worn.
"What a night," he murmured. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when my back was turned…"
"Find anything, Dad?" asked Fred eagerly.
"All I got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle," yawned Mr. Weasley. "There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn't in my department, though. Mortlake was taken away for questioning for some extremely odd ferrets, but that's the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness…"
"Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink?" asked a bewildered George.
"Just Muggle-baiting," sighed Mr. Weasley. "Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it…Of course, it's very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking—they'll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they'll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it's staring them right in the face…but the things our lot have taken to enchanting you wouldn't believe—"
Oh the irony.
"LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE?" bellowed Mrs. Weasley, who'd joined them in the kitchen.
"C-cars, Molly, dear?" stammered Mr. Weasley, eyes shooting wide open.
"Yes, Arthur, cars," said Mrs. Weasley in a calm rage. "Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."
"W-well, dear, I think you'll find that as long as he wasn't intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly wouldn't—"
Carina smirked. She liked Mr. Weasley.
"Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "That car brought Harry here this morning!"
"Harry?" said Mr. Weasley blankly. "Harry who?"
Mr. Weasley looked around quickly, barely noticing them. His eyes widened comically as he saw Harry, but he paled when he got to look at Carina and Mary.
"Er-is it really Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about you. And you both are?" asked Mr. Weasley politely, although he was still rather pale.
"I am Carina Black," said Carina pompously.
"And I am Mary Fawley," said Mary with a bow.
"And we are, Padfoot and Leo, at your service." said both girls in unison.
"Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night!" snarled Mrs. Weasley, who wasn't quite done chewing him out. "What have you got to say about that, eh?"
"Did you really?!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley excitedly. "Did it go all right? I-I mean," he looked at Mrs. Weasley as her eyes threatened him. "That-that was very wrong, boys, very wrong indeed…"
Carina noted Ron leading Harry off and nudged Mary quickly. She did not want to be there when Mrs. Weasley blew up. The twins reluctantly joined them as they snuck behind a growling Mrs. Weasley.
"That was intense," said Mary sarcastically.
"Welcome to…The Burrow!" said Carina, in a voice worthy of a game show announcer.
Harry let out a small laugh, but the rest of them looked at her with an odd expression. Probably cluelessness.
Carina went to hold Ron from taking Harry all the way up—she wanted them to go into the twin's bedroom.
"Hang on, we need all of you to get to Fred and George's room—I wanted to show you something interesting I saw in the Prankbook, and I don't want to bother Ginny." said Carina urgently.
The boys nodded with a curious assent and they all walked to the green floor of the twin's bedroom. Carina waved her wand towards the backs of all the boys. Transfiguration activated the potion when she marked the people she wanted affected. A red jet of light hit each of the boys sneakily as they continued walking unknowingly into their trap. Ginny was peeking out from her door, wide brown eyes curious about their prank. George was the first to go through the door, and when they all finally entered the room, he too was the first to undergo the transformation.
George was crammed into a bright neon pink prom dress, complete with matching shoes and bow. Fred was crammed into a cerulean blue mermaid dress, which had matching heels and a sparkly headband. Ron, the poor chap, was in a maroon corset and matching skirt, which had intricate designs of flowers. It looked like something a grandmother would wear. Harry, the innocent, was in an emerald green, extremely puffy dress. It had a sweetheart neckline that dipped comically across his flat chest.
Harry's oddly suited his eyes, but the rest of them clashed horribly with their fiery red hair.
"You guys," said Mary. "Look absolutely fantastic!"
"I agree; I think a picture is needed here," said Carina, an evil smirk creeping across her face.
Mary made a square with her wand and tapped the middle of the white square she'd drawn. A faint click was heard and a glossy photo flew gracefully to the ground. Carina picked it up quickly and shoved Mary out of the room. Shock wasn't going to hold them off forever. Carina ran up to Ginny's room, where she promptly slammed the door shut and put several charms on it.
"Ginny!" sang Carina. "Do you want to see what happened?"
"Hell yeah!" exclaimed Ginny, jumping off her bed to see the glossy rectangle.
A loud slam echoed from the floor below them as the boys quickly realized they couldn't remove the dresses. Oops. Carina might've forgotten to mention that to Ginny, but what was the harm in letting them wear the dresses for a day? No, a week, that'll teach them for excluding her and Mary.
Carina sat very smugly on Ginny's bed later that day, as Fred, George, Harry, and Ron took turns knocking furiously on the door, begging for them to reverse the spell. Each time she refused, stating that it was her birthday and they would look the part. Harry tried to undermine her, saying it was his birthday too, but she had retorted: "Yours matches your eyes, what are you worrying about?"
He had no response to that.
~CFB~
Mrs. Weasley had made a cake for Carina. Despite her protests, Mrs. Weasley had insisted she have one for her birthday. Harry had one made as well, and Mrs. Weasley had no restraint on decorations. Hers was beautiful red velvet with dark green petals that met towards the top left as an intricate rose. Harry's was a deep blue, golden Snitches etched along the sides. It was very awkward, trying to refuse Mrs. Weasley, but she was having none of it.
They would have a cake at the very least, and a dinner. Sort of what happened at the orphanage, except she wouldn't have only two people that wanted to be with her outside on a insanely hot day.
Mrs. Weasley went all out with cooking a birthday dinner—no, feast. It looked like one of the tables at Hogwarts, it was chock full of food like roasted chicken and ham. The boys still had on their dresses and Mrs. Weasley had agreed with Carina and Mary, although not for the same reason. Mrs. Weasley agreed with the punishment—not Harry's though—but she didn't know the reason why they were being punished. And it would stay like that.
They looked absolutely miserable, and Mary had decided to take pity on Harry, since he really didn't cause it. His once stylish green dress had morphed into a pale mint shirt and forest green shorts. Harry sighed with relief—he shot a grateful look towards Mary. The other Weasley boys except for Percy had glared at Harry, probably jealous that he had his dress removed.
"Thanks, Leo." said Harry with a smile.
"No problem." said Mary, stuffing her face with a large piece of chicken.
"I think, it's time to sing the birthday song to Carina and Harry." said Mrs. Weasley, standing.
Carina blushed slightly. It was always awkward when someone sang happy birthday to her—it made her feel a bit ridiculed.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Carina and Harry,
Happy Birthday, to you!" sang Mrs. Weasley loudly, smiling at her pink face and Harry's as well.
The twins were still singing along, but to a tune similar to that of a wedding, smirks wide on their faces. Carina glared at them and eyed their dresses with a smug look.
They quickly stopped and looked down at their slices of cake that Mrs. Weasley had passed out to everyone. Mary had gotten some of Harry's chocolate cake, and was moaning as she took large bites of it. Everyone's face had turned curiously to her, except for Carina, Harry, and Ron, who were already used to it.
Carina curiously tried a bit of her own cake. It was delicious—no, better than that, it was like, she had taken a little bite of heaven. She joined Mary in her moans of delight, as they took generous scoops of their separate cakes.
~CFB~
Mrs. Weasley had pulled her into her room after the birthday dinner. She said something about a present. Carina had tried to refuse again, but Mrs. Weasley was very persistent. Mrs. Weasley's room was on the second floor, and was very interesting. The walls were a shade of scarlet that would make Minnie proud, and golden trimmings lined the bottom of the walls. A bed similar to the one in Ginny's room was in the middle. Scarce amounts of furniture surrounded the bed, but it didn't make the room look bad. Mrs. Weasley had begun digging into a trunk at the foot of the bed, and Carina stood a bit awkwardly to the side.
What is she looking for?
Mrs. Weasley finally stood, after around five minutes, and held out a small white-gold necklace. It had a brilliant diamond in the middle and small emeralds next to the diamond on the right and left. Mrs. Weasley had a small sad smile on her face as she held it out.
"It used to belong to my sister; she was a Metamorphmagus like you, but she died in the First Wizarding War," said Mrs. Weasley softly. "It doesn't work for anyone other than a Metamorphmagus though, so I thought I'd give it to you." she finished, with a watery smile.
"I-I can't take this—it's too special to you." choked out Carina.
"I think it would be better for someone who can actually have a better use for it." said Mrs. Weasley, sincerity lining her motherly voice.
"T-thank you." said Carina finally, after she gaped at Mrs. Weasley shortly.
"No problem, dear, would you like me to put it on you?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Um, sure." said Carina in a small voice.
It rested along her collarbone comfortably. It wasn't a heavy weight, and was cool against her neck.
Mrs. Weasley had let her tangle of wavy red hair fall back as she closed the necklace. Carina smiled faintly at Mrs. Weasley who was sitting on the edge of her bed, eyeing Carina with a fond smile.
Just as Carina was reaching for the handle, she couldn't help but ask.
"What was her name?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at her with a sad smile.
"Gin, or Ginevra Prewett."
~CFB~
A/N: Pugatron is back! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter (I couldn't help but squeal when I thought of the chapter title) I love alliteration, I don't know why, but I like when it just swims soothingly, such striking lines. It's my birthday today! Happy birthday to me!
-goes to cry cause i have no friends.-
Who is Gin Prewett? Why did Molly give her the necklace? When will the twins and Ron get the dresses removed? Find out next time, on, Carina F Black: What's Slithering in the Pipes?
Anyways, R/R and see y'all next time, m'kay.