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P.S. The story is told from different perspectives, the character's name will start the section that they tell. Hope you like it, leave some reviews! =)
=-=-= Lexi =-=-=
I step onto the platform and my newspaper is blown out of my hands by a strong wind. Damn, I think to myself, I hadn't finished reading the funnies yet... As another gust of wind blows by my hair is whipped into my face and all around my head. I manage to carry my luggage into the station and I plop down facing the door. As I wait for my ride, and with no newspaper to read, my mind wanders to my current situation. Everything happened so quickly, I barely had time to realize what exactly happened. My parents got divorced three months ago. We all decided that it'd be best for me to live with my father in London, so I could stay in school. Seeing as my mother was moving to Italy to live with her new boyfriend, Giovanni, or as I call him, 'Talian Stallion. It was obvious she'd been having an affair. Her lover was tall and buff and tan, near polar opposite of my father. Whose shaggy black hair was almost always in his sparkling green eyes, whose unusually light Greek skin literally paled in comparison to the Stallion's bronzed skin. Whereas, I'm pretty sure G can't speak English, my father loved the language, he taught English Composition and Literature at a University. My dad loved to talk, about anthing and everything, we talked about theology, philosophy, religion, politics, anything you could name ,he knew it and he had an opinion to go with it. And Giovanni, well he was mainly just grunts and nods... Not the intellectual type.
Two weeks after the divorce papers were finalized, my father was killed in a shooting near his school. He was with students and his sacrifice saved their lives. My father was perfect, and I was exactly like him, except I was ruined by my mother's imperfections. For instance, my dad's green eyes sparkled and my hazel eyes only occasionally glimmered, ruined by my mother's dull brown eyes.
Of course, I couldn't move to Italy with my mother, I hated her for everything she'd done to me, simply giving me her genes she prevented me from remaining close to my father, the only man I think I'll ever love, she ruined my perfect life, she ruined everything. My only remaining family on my father's side were the Weasley's, a large family of red haired, freckly people, They seem friendly enough through letters, the only problem being that I've never met them before. Oh yeah, and the only other problem being that I could never have my father back, and I haven't felt the smallest amount of happiness since he died.
=-=-= Ginny =-=-=
"So what's she like anyway?" I ask mum.
"Well she's alot like your Uncle Xaiver." She says after a moment of thought.
"Oh gee thanks mum" Fred says.
"Loads of help, that is, seeing as we've never met him either" George adds.
"I'd say she's kind of normal. She's sort of outgoing, and she's pretty popular. She seems pretty laid-back, she just goes with the flow." Ron says.
"You know her?" I ask.
"Well, she's in my grade. We've had classes together, we just never became friends" Ron says.
"Sounds like code for she's a popular preppy girl" Fred says.
"Who's just too good for commoners like ourselves." George adds. We linked arms and started prancing around the kitchen. We must've taken it a step too far...
"Fred and George, knock it off. I don't want any of that behavior happening when our guest arrives. I want you all to make her feel comfortable" Mum says.
"Yes ma'am" we replied in unison, plopping down on the couch.
"They should be here any minute now." Mum says while cleaning some dishes. Mum always seems to be cleaning, cooking or fixing something, but with seven kids, that seems very very normal...
Just then the door opens and in walks dad with
=-=-=Fred=-=-=
the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life.
She was absolutely like no other woman I'd ever seen before. Her curly black hair glimmered in the dim light of the living room, her hazel eyes seemed to have more colors than I could possibly name, and her body was...art, that's all I can think of. She was dressed comfortably but you could tell through her baggy tee shirt and jeans that she was a looker. Mum went through the introductions of everyone, giving her a big hug and ushering her into the living room. Everyone managed to say some form of greeting, except myself and George, who couldn't close our mouths to even begin to say anything. I couldn't even take my eyes off of her, that is, until George stopped drooling and nudged me in the ribs.
"How have we never noticed her before?" he whispers to me,
"I don't have the slightest idea, but I'm noticing her now." I whisper back.
"Fred, I think I'm in love."
"No way man, I saw her first!" I say back, almost raising my voice. He punches me, I punch him, and so the brawling begins. Until mum rushes over and pulls us apart screaming.
"WHAT DID I JUST SAY TO YOU TWO?" she shouts.
"I'm not sure mum, I'm too busy trying to kill Fred to remember" George says.
"Yeah well I'm too busy trying to kill George to remember!" I retort.
"Okay, this is a little uncomfortable..." beautiful girl says. Her voice is more amazing than I imagined, even though she was just talking, I could hear the sultry undertones, her voice was deep and still soft, I could hear the confidence even though she was undeniably humble, she was assertive and just all around beautiful. Her voice made me melt. As my head spun around and around, I couldn't think of anything else to say. Luckily neither could George.
"Guys, quit being prats." Ginny says.
"Honestly. Can't we act normal for a few minutes for our guest?" a different voice adds. Charlie... Damn him, always calm and savvy, of course he knows what to say to her.
She chuckles quietly, beautifully, everything about her is incredibly graceful. A light smile slowly appears on her face, just a small smirk, but enough to make my whole body melt again.
"You must be Charlie." She says to him, her smile widening and she walks to stand with him next to the fireplace, walking straight between George and myself. George lets his eyes wander over her body as she passes and I punch him again for looking at her like that. We start to fight again.
"My dad used to tell me all kinds of stories about you" she says.
"Fred! George! That's enough. Go to your room, IMMEDIATELY." mum shouts.
=-=-= Charlie =-=-=
"You work with real live dragons? That's brilliant! I'm sure you have so many amazing stories. There are so many things I've always wanted to ask you." she says.
I laugh humbly. People do seem to think my job is pretty cool. "We'll discuss it over dinner." I suggest. I noticed her cheeks blush slightly. Oh my, her beauty is so simplistically amazing, without being overbearing. She's just incredible...
"Yes, that would be a good idea." she says turning around to mum.
"Mrs Weasley, um, where should I go?" she asks.
"Of course dear, we'll get you all set up. Ginny, take Alexis up to your room and show her around." Mum says as she flicks her wand and sends Alexis' bags floating upstairs.
"Oh, just Lexi please." she says.
"Oh yes dear, I knew that, just Lexi. Of course" mum says as she turns around and heads into the kitchen. Lexi walks away and up the stairs with Ginny.
Goodbye, beautiful girl of my dreams, I think to myself.
George
"Fred, Quit fidgeting. I can't hear anything." I say
"I want to hear, too, Tell me what they're saying." Fred demands angrily.
"You just have to wait. I'll listen and tell you." I reply. Fred keeps moving and talking, so I can't use our extendable ears to listen to Lexi talking to Ginny. Finally he quiets and I can hear their conversation.
"Well, there really aren't many boys around here," I hear Ginny saying, "especially with six brothers, there's really no one who they'd approve of, or I could stand to be with."
"Oh I see, so basically you're lying." Lexi says. Long pause..
"Wait, what? no." Ginny stammers.
"Ginny, you're not a very good liar." Lexi says with a giggle, "it's okay, you can tell me."
"Well... maybe later." Ginny says.
"George! What's happening!" Fred asks impatiently.
"Hush Fred, Ginny is talking about the boys she likes, who cares..." I say.
"Oh everyone has been so nice. Well, besides Fred and George, they were a little odd. Are they always like that?" She says.
"Oh that's just how they are. They can be complete idiots sometimes." Ginny says.
"Ginny called us idiots!" I told Fred.
"We are not idiots!" He said back.
"We might be a bit slow sometimes-" I started.
"and act like prats on occassion.." Fred finished.
"But we are not idiots." I concluded
"Oh, I see. It was a bit strange. I feel like they don't like me very much." Lexi says.
"Oh no, I'm sure they didn't mean it like that. Actually, I think they both fancy you. They were practically drooling on you..." Ginny says, and I curse her under my breath.
"What? You think so?" Lexi replies.
"Oh, definitely. If I had to guess what they were thinking, it would be something along the lines of 'Great, there's a a pretty girl moving in who we can flirt with'. Fred and George both flirt constantly." Ginny says.
She replied with a quiet 'hmm'.
My feelings were mixed. Her modesty is astounding. How she could not know she was beautiful, the most beautiful, was incredible. She was absolutely perfect. I found myself increasingly jealous of everyone who had ever spent time with her, and had actually managed to speak to her. She was just that stunning.