A Spoonful of Sugar
"If a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, then maybe a couple spoonfuls keep it from getting up in the first place."
---Me
Amy, Jaime, Gabby, Caitlyn, Natalie, Julia, and Nathan Lesweay sat at the breakfast table. Gabby was munching on a stale biscuit (a/n- it took me like five minutes to figure out how to spell that), Amy and Jaime were arguing over who got the last pancake, Caitlyn was discussing Quidditch tactics to Julia, who didn't seem to be awake, and Nathan well, who knows what Nathan was thinking about. Caitlyn picked up a bagel and spread cream cheese across the top.
"Julia," Julia was falling asleep in her waffles, "Are you listening?"
"No," Julia said honestly.
"Then Nathan," she began talking about faints or whatever (a/n- can you tell I'm not particularly interested in Quidditch?), "Nathan? Hello?" Nathan was staring out into space. Caitlyn started waving her hand in front of his face. He looked up.
"Huh?"
"Why does no one listen to me?"
"I listen to you, Caitlyn."
"No you don't, Natalie."
"I know."
"Hey Kids."
"Hey Mom," they all grumbled as their mother walked into the kitchen.
"Okay," she started her usual morning speech about what was planned for the day, "We are going to have dinner tonight with a family from my department, so we are going to clean house-"
"CLEAN? You've GOT to be kidding, even our room?"
"Yes, Jaime, even your room. Now you three," she looked at Caitlyn, Gabby, and Jaime pointedly, "Make sure you get those burnt Filibuster's Fireworks out," the triplets looked at each other with expressions of inflicted pain on their faces.
"ALL of them?" asked Caitlyn.
"Every one. Also, try to make it so we can actually SEE the floor."
"Yea," said Nathan, "Are those hardwood floors, or carpet?"
"We don't know," the triplets said in unison.
"And Julia, clean up your makeup in the bathroom," said their mother, "it's six boys and one girl. I've got to get to work," she kissed each of them on the head and left.
"So," said Gabby, "What do you want to blow up today?"
"I thought mom said we had to clean," said Jaime. Her sisters gave her strange looks.
"JUST KIDDING!!!!"
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"So, kids" Molly Weasley addressed her children one summer morning, "We're going to dinner tonight at the Lesweay house. Their mother works with your father, so you'd better be on your best behavior," she eyed Fred and George.
"Don't look at us!"
"We're going by flu powder, so we'll be leaving in a few hours. Clean yourselves up. Bill, can I please just give your hair a trim?"
"NO mum! I like it this long!"
Percy came into the kitchen just then.
"Well," he said, "I'll be off to work now."
"Come home at two!" Molly yelled as her son apparated to work.
"Mum, I'm going upstairs to owl Harry again. He hasn't written back yet," said Ron, scarfing down a stale biscuit.
"Alright," said Molly, "Ginny, you go take a bath, Fred, George, you go up to your room and wait your turn for the shower." They all trudged upstairs.
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"You heard what Mom said!" screamed Amy, who was five years older than the triplets, "CLEANING! We are going to have guests! I'll tell Mom, I will!"
"Oh shut it! We'll clean 'em, okay?" asked Gabby in a frustrated tone.
"I'm going upstairs," said Nathan, stifling his laughs at the thought of Jaime, Caitlyn, and Gabby cleaning.
"We'll go clean," said Jaime gloomily, "But you three have to too."
"My room's already clean Jaime."
"Well help Nathan clean his room," she snapped at Natalie. Jaime followed her sisters up to their room.
"Can you believe Mom?" Caitlyn asked flopping down on one of the three unmade beds, "All of the fireworks? And she probably wants us to pick up our old books too," she imitated her mother's voice, "Natalie will need them next year! And find your old robes! Maybe they'll fit Nathan! Honestly, they were Amy's to begin with. I am SO tired of hand-me-downs and patches and frays, aren't you?"
"Yeah, and we NEVER get recognized for who we are! Everyone thinks I'm Jaime, or Caitlyn! I hate it!" Added Gabby as she made her bed.
"I got an idea!" shouted Jaime.
"Is it like the last one?"
"No, this one's good."
"What d'ya got?"
"Okay," she started, "We change one part of our physical appearance, like our eyes or something, then everyone will be able to tell us apart."
"Hair highlights," whispered Caitlyn.
"Come again?"
"Hair highlights, we use our magic and give our hair highlights of a different color," Caitlyn repeated herself, Jaime ran her fingers through her perfect black hair.
"Orange," she said firmly, pointing her wand at her hair. Bright orange highlights appeared at once.
"Blue," Caitlyn decided upon the color blue.
"Pink," said Gabby. They looked in the mirror.
"This is great!" Jaime said happily, "No one can say they can't tell us apart."
"But what about mom?"
"We just tell her that we wanted to be individuals, she'll understand." There was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Gabby shouted. Her sisters looked at her desperately. Nathan walked in.
"Oh! You're gonna be in trouble!"
"No we're not, so bug off, Nathan," snapped Jaime.
"You're supposed to be cleaning."
"We will."
"Mom will be home in half an hour."
"Uh-oh."
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"Time to go!" Molly shouted, "Hurry up Ron!" Fred and George stood next to their mother. Their hair was combed, and they were wearing nice black robes. Fred itched at his ear, messing up his hair in the process.
"Six girls," he muttered, "one boy. What fun…."
"Oh be quiet, honey. It'll be fun, If your father and brother EVER come downstairs."
Just then, Arthur Weasley came down the stairs, "RON! HURRY UP!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Ron mumbled, as he came down the stairs.
"Alright, we are going to the Lesweay residence. Percy, you go first."
"LESWEAY!" Percy bellowed as he threw the flu powder in the air. The rest followed. When they landed, they landed in what seemed to look almost exactly like their house.
"Whoa," Ron whispered as he plopped into the fireplace last, "Looks familiar, eh?"
"Arthur? Is that you?" came a friendly yet stressed voice form the room behind the door in the left corner. There were aromas floating from the cracks under the door.
"Yes," Arthur said, "It's all of us."
"Oh, don't worry, we're used to crowds, come on in the kitchen, the kids are outside!"
"Kids, why don't you all go out and meet the Lesweay children?
Fred, George, Ron and Ginny all headed out through the door that obviously led outside, and Percy, Arthur, Molly, Bill, and Charlie went into the kitchen.
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A/n- This is the only half-good fanfic I ever wrote. *eek!* But just as well, see that little blue box down there? Type in it!
~Angel~
"If a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, then maybe a couple spoonfuls keep it from getting up in the first place."
---Me
Amy, Jaime, Gabby, Caitlyn, Natalie, Julia, and Nathan Lesweay sat at the breakfast table. Gabby was munching on a stale biscuit (a/n- it took me like five minutes to figure out how to spell that), Amy and Jaime were arguing over who got the last pancake, Caitlyn was discussing Quidditch tactics to Julia, who didn't seem to be awake, and Nathan well, who knows what Nathan was thinking about. Caitlyn picked up a bagel and spread cream cheese across the top.
"Julia," Julia was falling asleep in her waffles, "Are you listening?"
"No," Julia said honestly.
"Then Nathan," she began talking about faints or whatever (a/n- can you tell I'm not particularly interested in Quidditch?), "Nathan? Hello?" Nathan was staring out into space. Caitlyn started waving her hand in front of his face. He looked up.
"Huh?"
"Why does no one listen to me?"
"I listen to you, Caitlyn."
"No you don't, Natalie."
"I know."
"Hey Kids."
"Hey Mom," they all grumbled as their mother walked into the kitchen.
"Okay," she started her usual morning speech about what was planned for the day, "We are going to have dinner tonight with a family from my department, so we are going to clean house-"
"CLEAN? You've GOT to be kidding, even our room?"
"Yes, Jaime, even your room. Now you three," she looked at Caitlyn, Gabby, and Jaime pointedly, "Make sure you get those burnt Filibuster's Fireworks out," the triplets looked at each other with expressions of inflicted pain on their faces.
"ALL of them?" asked Caitlyn.
"Every one. Also, try to make it so we can actually SEE the floor."
"Yea," said Nathan, "Are those hardwood floors, or carpet?"
"We don't know," the triplets said in unison.
"And Julia, clean up your makeup in the bathroom," said their mother, "it's six boys and one girl. I've got to get to work," she kissed each of them on the head and left.
"So," said Gabby, "What do you want to blow up today?"
"I thought mom said we had to clean," said Jaime. Her sisters gave her strange looks.
"JUST KIDDING!!!!"
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"So, kids" Molly Weasley addressed her children one summer morning, "We're going to dinner tonight at the Lesweay house. Their mother works with your father, so you'd better be on your best behavior," she eyed Fred and George.
"Don't look at us!"
"We're going by flu powder, so we'll be leaving in a few hours. Clean yourselves up. Bill, can I please just give your hair a trim?"
"NO mum! I like it this long!"
Percy came into the kitchen just then.
"Well," he said, "I'll be off to work now."
"Come home at two!" Molly yelled as her son apparated to work.
"Mum, I'm going upstairs to owl Harry again. He hasn't written back yet," said Ron, scarfing down a stale biscuit.
"Alright," said Molly, "Ginny, you go take a bath, Fred, George, you go up to your room and wait your turn for the shower." They all trudged upstairs.
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"You heard what Mom said!" screamed Amy, who was five years older than the triplets, "CLEANING! We are going to have guests! I'll tell Mom, I will!"
"Oh shut it! We'll clean 'em, okay?" asked Gabby in a frustrated tone.
"I'm going upstairs," said Nathan, stifling his laughs at the thought of Jaime, Caitlyn, and Gabby cleaning.
"We'll go clean," said Jaime gloomily, "But you three have to too."
"My room's already clean Jaime."
"Well help Nathan clean his room," she snapped at Natalie. Jaime followed her sisters up to their room.
"Can you believe Mom?" Caitlyn asked flopping down on one of the three unmade beds, "All of the fireworks? And she probably wants us to pick up our old books too," she imitated her mother's voice, "Natalie will need them next year! And find your old robes! Maybe they'll fit Nathan! Honestly, they were Amy's to begin with. I am SO tired of hand-me-downs and patches and frays, aren't you?"
"Yeah, and we NEVER get recognized for who we are! Everyone thinks I'm Jaime, or Caitlyn! I hate it!" Added Gabby as she made her bed.
"I got an idea!" shouted Jaime.
"Is it like the last one?"
"No, this one's good."
"What d'ya got?"
"Okay," she started, "We change one part of our physical appearance, like our eyes or something, then everyone will be able to tell us apart."
"Hair highlights," whispered Caitlyn.
"Come again?"
"Hair highlights, we use our magic and give our hair highlights of a different color," Caitlyn repeated herself, Jaime ran her fingers through her perfect black hair.
"Orange," she said firmly, pointing her wand at her hair. Bright orange highlights appeared at once.
"Blue," Caitlyn decided upon the color blue.
"Pink," said Gabby. They looked in the mirror.
"This is great!" Jaime said happily, "No one can say they can't tell us apart."
"But what about mom?"
"We just tell her that we wanted to be individuals, she'll understand." There was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Gabby shouted. Her sisters looked at her desperately. Nathan walked in.
"Oh! You're gonna be in trouble!"
"No we're not, so bug off, Nathan," snapped Jaime.
"You're supposed to be cleaning."
"We will."
"Mom will be home in half an hour."
"Uh-oh."
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"Time to go!" Molly shouted, "Hurry up Ron!" Fred and George stood next to their mother. Their hair was combed, and they were wearing nice black robes. Fred itched at his ear, messing up his hair in the process.
"Six girls," he muttered, "one boy. What fun…."
"Oh be quiet, honey. It'll be fun, If your father and brother EVER come downstairs."
Just then, Arthur Weasley came down the stairs, "RON! HURRY UP!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Ron mumbled, as he came down the stairs.
"Alright, we are going to the Lesweay residence. Percy, you go first."
"LESWEAY!" Percy bellowed as he threw the flu powder in the air. The rest followed. When they landed, they landed in what seemed to look almost exactly like their house.
"Whoa," Ron whispered as he plopped into the fireplace last, "Looks familiar, eh?"
"Arthur? Is that you?" came a friendly yet stressed voice form the room behind the door in the left corner. There were aromas floating from the cracks under the door.
"Yes," Arthur said, "It's all of us."
"Oh, don't worry, we're used to crowds, come on in the kitchen, the kids are outside!"
"Kids, why don't you all go out and meet the Lesweay children?
Fred, George, Ron and Ginny all headed out through the door that obviously led outside, and Percy, Arthur, Molly, Bill, and Charlie went into the kitchen.
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A/n- This is the only half-good fanfic I ever wrote. *eek!* But just as well, see that little blue box down there? Type in it!
~Angel~