Two Sets of Twins
A/N: Well it's me, Geena. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so don't shoot me if it's not perfect. For some reason I like the Weasley twins the best and of the two I take pity, well not exactly pity, but something of the like on George, 'cause he's the one who didn't have a date to the Yule Ball in the 'Goblet of Fire', at least I think that's how it went. Now I'm going to use the name Geena Waters as one of my character names because I want the girl to have the same initials as George. This will not be a Mary Sue (at least not on purpose) because my characters will not be perfect. If you really hate it and think it has no place on fanfiction.net, then by all means let my know and I will delete it. Anyway on with the story. Just so you know and don't get confused, 'thoughts' are in single quotation marks and "speech" is in double.
Background Info: A new family has moved into the area. They are living in a house across from the Burrow. The family consists of a mother and father: Darren and Sally; two identical twin girls, age 17: Geena and Francine (Fran, Franny); and a baby boy, 11 months: Robby. They hail from Canada; Kitchener, Ontario, Canada to be exact. They have come to England because they are just far too out numbered in Kitchener and because of their father's work (I'll say he works at the Ministry of Magic, but I really don't know too much about him 'cause right now he's not really an integral part of the story). Basically they've finished school and are trying to find something to do. Oh and all of their family, except the baby are animagi (did I spell that right?), they change into white snowy owls. At first I thought of making them wolves 'cause that's a little more 'Canadian', but I wanted something that could fly, and the owls also have something to do with the story. That's all for now, but if I think of anything else I may just make notes during the story, hopefully it won't be too confusing.
Chapter One: The Waters Family moves in.
"Hey Fran, have you seen my red suitcase with the Canadian flag on it?" Gina Waters yelled from the room her sister and her were sharing. Actually in reality it was two rooms, each with their own bathroom, adjoined with a door on the one wall. The Waters had just moved and were still getting all their things in order.
"Yea, I saw it downstairs with all the rest of the luggage that we brought with us. It might take you a while to find it though, it's probably buried beneath everything else." Fran replied, a little out of breath as she had just finished carrying one of her own suitcases up the large flight of stairs in their new home.
Gina poked her head into her sister's room, "hey do you want to come help me find it? I thought I saw one of your suitcases on the top before I came up here, so it's not like you'd be wasting a trip down those stairs."
"Sure, sounds like a plan. Man I wish we could apparate with our luggage, that would be so much easier than lugging it all the way up those stairs, get it 'lugging it', I crack my self up." Fran said as she continued to laugh at her very corny pun all the way down the stairs, while her twin Gina just shook her head and chuckled at her sisters' silly ness.
**downstairs** "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle."
"Hey little Robby, what' a doin'?" Fran cooed too her little baby brother who was crawling around the pile of luggage trying to pull things out from it. She picked him up and was playing with him when their mother came in,
"Oh there you are Robby, I wasn't sure where you had crawled off too." Mrs. Water's said as she took her youngest born from her daughter.
Fran faked a look of shock at her mother. "You mean you didn't know where he was? I'm ashamed, you call yourself a good mother, yet you let your wittle baby cwawl around wiffowt knowing whewe he is." She said in baby talk, while her mother just laughed at how silly she was being. Meanwhile Gina was busy digging to find her lost suitcase without any luck.
"Franny." She whined, "I thought you were here to help me. I can't find the stupid thing anywhere." She continued to move things out of the way when suddenly she noticed a patch of bright red amongst the dull colours of their other things.
"Ah there, see? You didn't need my help in finding it after all. But you may need my help in getting it out." Fran chuckled. They dug around it a little more and when there was sufficient enough suitcase to hold onto, they grabbed and pulled. "Ok, on the count of three pull, one.two...THREE!" The two girls pulled as hard as they could and tumbled backwards onto the ground, the offending suitcase in hand, or should I say, covering them.
"Thanks Fran, that definitely helped."
"No probs, Gina, anytime." Gina and Francine both took hold of their suitcases (Fran had forgotten about hers until Gina had reminded her of it) and made their way to their rooms. Once back upstairs they started unpacking. They decided to help each other and do one person's at a time, so Fran was now busy in Gina's room helping her to unpack.
As they were going through Gina's things and setting them up around the room, Fran found something that was very interesting. "Ah, gasp, Gina I never knew!"
"What are you talking about now?" Gina inquired as she looked over to where her sister was sorting through a bag.
"I never knew you to be the kind of girl to like muggle boys, I never knew you to be the kind of girl to like any kind of boys." Fran laughed as she looked at a picture of a cute boy with bright red hair, a boy that happened to live down the street from them when they lived in Kitchener.
"Oh my goodness! Give me that." Gina yelped as her face turned a bright scarlet. "I didn't really like him I just thought he was really cute, and you know how I can't resist cute boys with red hair...at least I thought you knew that."
"You were always the tom-boy, but I think I vaguely remember you saying something about this particular boy now that you mention it." Fran said as she looked at the ceiling, something she always did when she was trying to remember something or when she was thinking really hard.
"Well maybe you should just let me finish unpacking the rest of that stuff. I know we're really close, but there are still some things that I would like to keep private if you don't mind." Gina told her sister. The two were very close, but not to the point where they told each other every single detail of their lives. They both had things they kept to themselves, everyone does.
"Of course. How 'bout we go unpack my stuff now seeing as how everything here is pretty much finished, what'd ya say?" Fran asked.
"That sounds like an excellent idea my friend, shall we?" Gina said as she linked arms with her sister and the two walked into the next room.
**a little while later**
"Gina, Franny, time for supper!" Mr. Waters called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Coming!" The two yelled at the top of the lungs, just too make sure that their father heard them. Yelling as loud as they possible could was something they always enjoyed doing. Once the girls were seated at the table they began to eat with the usual events that always took place at the supper table. First Robby would throw something at someone or the floor, then their mother would go to clean it up. The next time he threw something their father would clean. Most nights it only happened twice where he really threw something, but on the nights where he did it more then that, their parents let it be until the end of the meal. There was also the usual chit-chat that went on between the four older members of the family.
"So how are you two liking the new house?" Their mother would ask them.
"It sure is a lot bigger than are old one eh?" Their father would mention, stating the obvious as always (a/n: I just had to add the 'eh' in there, I am Canadian you know).
And they would both answer, "the house is great, we really like it." And "it is definitely bigger than our old one." That was how supper went their first night in a new house, town, and country, uneventful and as routine as it always was.
As the evening was drawing to a close and everyone was getting sleepy, the lights were turned off and they all went to seek their beds, glad to be in them again after the long plain ride to England. Well that is almost everyone went to seek their beds. Geena and Fran were much to excited to be tired. They stayed up most of the night in Fran's room talking about their new life; what they were all going to do and who they were all going to meet. Finally though their eyes began to droop and their talk began to slow, so they too retired for a good nights sleep.
A/N: I know this chapter is fairly short, but there really isn't much more I can do or much more I really feel like doing. I mean how interesting is it to write and read about a family of Canadian's moving into a new house in England. This is why I am posting chapters one and two at the same time, so as to get on with the story.
A/N: Well it's me, Geena. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so don't shoot me if it's not perfect. For some reason I like the Weasley twins the best and of the two I take pity, well not exactly pity, but something of the like on George, 'cause he's the one who didn't have a date to the Yule Ball in the 'Goblet of Fire', at least I think that's how it went. Now I'm going to use the name Geena Waters as one of my character names because I want the girl to have the same initials as George. This will not be a Mary Sue (at least not on purpose) because my characters will not be perfect. If you really hate it and think it has no place on fanfiction.net, then by all means let my know and I will delete it. Anyway on with the story. Just so you know and don't get confused, 'thoughts' are in single quotation marks and "speech" is in double.
Background Info: A new family has moved into the area. They are living in a house across from the Burrow. The family consists of a mother and father: Darren and Sally; two identical twin girls, age 17: Geena and Francine (Fran, Franny); and a baby boy, 11 months: Robby. They hail from Canada; Kitchener, Ontario, Canada to be exact. They have come to England because they are just far too out numbered in Kitchener and because of their father's work (I'll say he works at the Ministry of Magic, but I really don't know too much about him 'cause right now he's not really an integral part of the story). Basically they've finished school and are trying to find something to do. Oh and all of their family, except the baby are animagi (did I spell that right?), they change into white snowy owls. At first I thought of making them wolves 'cause that's a little more 'Canadian', but I wanted something that could fly, and the owls also have something to do with the story. That's all for now, but if I think of anything else I may just make notes during the story, hopefully it won't be too confusing.
Chapter One: The Waters Family moves in.
"Hey Fran, have you seen my red suitcase with the Canadian flag on it?" Gina Waters yelled from the room her sister and her were sharing. Actually in reality it was two rooms, each with their own bathroom, adjoined with a door on the one wall. The Waters had just moved and were still getting all their things in order.
"Yea, I saw it downstairs with all the rest of the luggage that we brought with us. It might take you a while to find it though, it's probably buried beneath everything else." Fran replied, a little out of breath as she had just finished carrying one of her own suitcases up the large flight of stairs in their new home.
Gina poked her head into her sister's room, "hey do you want to come help me find it? I thought I saw one of your suitcases on the top before I came up here, so it's not like you'd be wasting a trip down those stairs."
"Sure, sounds like a plan. Man I wish we could apparate with our luggage, that would be so much easier than lugging it all the way up those stairs, get it 'lugging it', I crack my self up." Fran said as she continued to laugh at her very corny pun all the way down the stairs, while her twin Gina just shook her head and chuckled at her sisters' silly ness.
**downstairs** "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle."
"Hey little Robby, what' a doin'?" Fran cooed too her little baby brother who was crawling around the pile of luggage trying to pull things out from it. She picked him up and was playing with him when their mother came in,
"Oh there you are Robby, I wasn't sure where you had crawled off too." Mrs. Water's said as she took her youngest born from her daughter.
Fran faked a look of shock at her mother. "You mean you didn't know where he was? I'm ashamed, you call yourself a good mother, yet you let your wittle baby cwawl around wiffowt knowing whewe he is." She said in baby talk, while her mother just laughed at how silly she was being. Meanwhile Gina was busy digging to find her lost suitcase without any luck.
"Franny." She whined, "I thought you were here to help me. I can't find the stupid thing anywhere." She continued to move things out of the way when suddenly she noticed a patch of bright red amongst the dull colours of their other things.
"Ah there, see? You didn't need my help in finding it after all. But you may need my help in getting it out." Fran chuckled. They dug around it a little more and when there was sufficient enough suitcase to hold onto, they grabbed and pulled. "Ok, on the count of three pull, one.two...THREE!" The two girls pulled as hard as they could and tumbled backwards onto the ground, the offending suitcase in hand, or should I say, covering them.
"Thanks Fran, that definitely helped."
"No probs, Gina, anytime." Gina and Francine both took hold of their suitcases (Fran had forgotten about hers until Gina had reminded her of it) and made their way to their rooms. Once back upstairs they started unpacking. They decided to help each other and do one person's at a time, so Fran was now busy in Gina's room helping her to unpack.
As they were going through Gina's things and setting them up around the room, Fran found something that was very interesting. "Ah, gasp, Gina I never knew!"
"What are you talking about now?" Gina inquired as she looked over to where her sister was sorting through a bag.
"I never knew you to be the kind of girl to like muggle boys, I never knew you to be the kind of girl to like any kind of boys." Fran laughed as she looked at a picture of a cute boy with bright red hair, a boy that happened to live down the street from them when they lived in Kitchener.
"Oh my goodness! Give me that." Gina yelped as her face turned a bright scarlet. "I didn't really like him I just thought he was really cute, and you know how I can't resist cute boys with red hair...at least I thought you knew that."
"You were always the tom-boy, but I think I vaguely remember you saying something about this particular boy now that you mention it." Fran said as she looked at the ceiling, something she always did when she was trying to remember something or when she was thinking really hard.
"Well maybe you should just let me finish unpacking the rest of that stuff. I know we're really close, but there are still some things that I would like to keep private if you don't mind." Gina told her sister. The two were very close, but not to the point where they told each other every single detail of their lives. They both had things they kept to themselves, everyone does.
"Of course. How 'bout we go unpack my stuff now seeing as how everything here is pretty much finished, what'd ya say?" Fran asked.
"That sounds like an excellent idea my friend, shall we?" Gina said as she linked arms with her sister and the two walked into the next room.
**a little while later**
"Gina, Franny, time for supper!" Mr. Waters called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Coming!" The two yelled at the top of the lungs, just too make sure that their father heard them. Yelling as loud as they possible could was something they always enjoyed doing. Once the girls were seated at the table they began to eat with the usual events that always took place at the supper table. First Robby would throw something at someone or the floor, then their mother would go to clean it up. The next time he threw something their father would clean. Most nights it only happened twice where he really threw something, but on the nights where he did it more then that, their parents let it be until the end of the meal. There was also the usual chit-chat that went on between the four older members of the family.
"So how are you two liking the new house?" Their mother would ask them.
"It sure is a lot bigger than are old one eh?" Their father would mention, stating the obvious as always (a/n: I just had to add the 'eh' in there, I am Canadian you know).
And they would both answer, "the house is great, we really like it." And "it is definitely bigger than our old one." That was how supper went their first night in a new house, town, and country, uneventful and as routine as it always was.
As the evening was drawing to a close and everyone was getting sleepy, the lights were turned off and they all went to seek their beds, glad to be in them again after the long plain ride to England. Well that is almost everyone went to seek their beds. Geena and Fran were much to excited to be tired. They stayed up most of the night in Fran's room talking about their new life; what they were all going to do and who they were all going to meet. Finally though their eyes began to droop and their talk began to slow, so they too retired for a good nights sleep.
A/N: I know this chapter is fairly short, but there really isn't much more I can do or much more I really feel like doing. I mean how interesting is it to write and read about a family of Canadian's moving into a new house in England. This is why I am posting chapters one and two at the same time, so as to get on with the story.