Heat was enclosing upon the day. The spring coolness was coming to an end;
flowers crisp with sunshine bloomed over a long driveway that lead to a
sign with the name "The Burrow" written upon it. Not far away a tall
unusually shaped brown house was partly hidden by several large trees.
Everything was still around this house that was beginning to show that it
needed some repairs. The only sounds that can heard was the slight
sniffling coming from behind a large oval shaped window in the front of
"The Burrow."
Mrs. Weasley sat at the kitchen table moaning the loss of her third son. She sat with a handkerchief clasped in one hand rubbing at her eyes while she clutched a picture frame in the other hand. There seemed to be no one in the picture. Obviously, Percy must have walked out of the frame.
"P-p-ercccyyy," Mrs. Weasley wailed," why don't you come home?" She blew her nose very loudly making the birds on the window jump. And on and on Mrs. Weasley cried until darkness began to enfold the house. She dried her face and looked over at her clock relieved to see that her husband was still at work. She stood up and went about making dinner before Mr. Weasley got home.
She was humming along softly to the radio when she heard a huge crash in the drawing room. She looked behind in alarm whilst raising her wand in attack mode. Slowly, Mrs. Weasley moved her way to the edge of the doorway trying to hide herself from the view of the kitchen doorway. Distinct voices could be heard murmuring. When Mrs. Weasley was about to leapt from across the doorway a loud cracking noise came from behind her. Startled, Mrs. Weasley tripped over and fell head first into the flour basket..
AN:To be continued: I am getting tired and will write more tomorrow. Sorry ( don't forget to R/R
Mrs. Weasley sat at the kitchen table moaning the loss of her third son. She sat with a handkerchief clasped in one hand rubbing at her eyes while she clutched a picture frame in the other hand. There seemed to be no one in the picture. Obviously, Percy must have walked out of the frame.
"P-p-ercccyyy," Mrs. Weasley wailed," why don't you come home?" She blew her nose very loudly making the birds on the window jump. And on and on Mrs. Weasley cried until darkness began to enfold the house. She dried her face and looked over at her clock relieved to see that her husband was still at work. She stood up and went about making dinner before Mr. Weasley got home.
She was humming along softly to the radio when she heard a huge crash in the drawing room. She looked behind in alarm whilst raising her wand in attack mode. Slowly, Mrs. Weasley moved her way to the edge of the doorway trying to hide herself from the view of the kitchen doorway. Distinct voices could be heard murmuring. When Mrs. Weasley was about to leapt from across the doorway a loud cracking noise came from behind her. Startled, Mrs. Weasley tripped over and fell head first into the flour basket..
AN:To be continued: I am getting tired and will write more tomorrow. Sorry ( don't forget to R/R