The Ghoul in the Attic
The Silencing Charm
Author's Note: For me, I've always wondered why exactly the Weasley's had a ghoul. Moreover, why we never really meet the ghoul in the attic. I mean, he's right there! And then, one day, it clicked! I was discussing with a good friend of mine about some fanfictiony things, and ALAS! Somehow I came up with this funny little one shot. Not only does it explain the ghoul, it also, ahem…explains the Weasley's many children. Do you see where I'm running with this? Thought so.
"Mummy, why were there weird noises coming from your room last night?" Percy, who was the youngest for a while yet, asked.
"Oh, darling, it's just the ghoul in the attic," I smiled inwardly before whispering to my husband, "You forgot to cast a dam Silencing charm last night Arthur!" I would have whacked him upside the head, but I was too busy making Percy his breakfast. Shooting me a lopsided smile, he winked and whispered back, "Molly Wobbles, I'm sorry, but in the heat of passion, I'm rather rubbish at them."
I glared at him. The clock suddenly chimed and Arthur grabbed at the toast coming out of one of his Muggle contraptions. "Gotta run! Hold the fort down Perce!"
"Will do, father!" Percy, who was 3, puffed his chest out as he saluted. I couldn't help but smile at my son, whose red hair clashed horribly with his Chudley Cannon's pyjamas.
My oldest, Bill, decided to join us for breakfast. "Finally! You're up!"
"Please mum," he groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "It's early. Has my letter from Hogwarts come yet?"
"Practicing being a teenager," I tutted. "William Arthur Weasley, it's 10 in the morning. You should have been up 2 hours ago to feed the bloody chickens."
"Get Charlie to do it," Bill said sullenly before repeating, "Hogwarts sent my letter yet?"
"It's only the middle of July, keep your knickers on," I replied, putting a few bangers and eggs on his plate.
Charlie came racing in from outside. It may be early morning, but Charlie, our son who was usually more dirt than boy, was already playing Quidditch.
"I'm going to be the youngest Quidditch Captain in a century!" He crowed, leaving a trail of mud through the kitchen to the place where he sat.
"Shut up," Bill said sullenly, shooting Charlie a dirty look. "Why is everyone so loud this morning?"
"What's with you Bill?" I asked. Usually he wasn't like this. It was as if I'd woken a sleeping dragon this morning.
"Ghoul in the attic," he mumbled. "Stupid stupid ghoul. Woke me up last night. I have half a mind to go up there and..."
"Now now Bill, what have your father and I told you about the ghoul?" I chided, my face going red from embarassment as I scrubbed the egg out of pan.
"Right," Bill mumbled, taking a bite out of his toast. "How does a ghoul get dragonpox anyway, mum?"