A/N: Hey peoples! This chapter will be longer than the previous one(hopefully)! Constructive criticism is welcome, but please hold back the Howlers! -PsychoticSpot

George was happy, bouncing-off-the-walls-elated. He shooed his family out, ignoring all the protesting "but"s, "what-?"s and any means they made to object. Maybe a daycare isn't a bad idea...George thought. However, he was overlooking something. St. Mugo's had refused to admit any more patients that were injured by Fred and George and their "business", despite the fact they were accidents.

He wasn't the best at child care, just look how Gemma is. Well, she takes after Luna, so it's not completely his fault. Pushing that doubt out of his mind, he began thinking. Who in their right mind would trust me with their children? No one, not even if I bought them the latest Nimbus model. Then, it dawned on him. His family might. Slight chance, but, hey, worth a shot! He scrawled out a few sentences on parchment, tapped the sheet with his wand, and it duplicated, though charcoaling the original. He owled a letter out to Shell Cottage, Grimmauld Place, and Ron's house. He waited for a while, and he finally got a response. Just one, though, but it was better than nothing. He unrolled the parchment, seeing it was from Grimmauld Place.

George,

We understand you're looking for a profession, but babysitting is just not for you. I don't think I want Lily in St. Mungo's. No hard feelings, but we'll have to decline your offer.

-Ginny

Well, there goes that. He looked up from reading the few sentences to see a peach-colored owl pecking at the window. From the looks of it, it was Fleur's owl. It had a roll of parchment tied to it's leg, and by now it had cracked a hole in the window. George flung open the window with a bit too much force, and the owl fell inside, hitting the floor head first. Gemma had come into the room and had begun playing with the owl that had tripped through the window as her father read the parchment.

George,

Thank you for offering to watch the kids. Fleur has been saying she wants the twins away for a while; they're turning her gray. We have to take Victoire shopping in Diagon Alley for her second year at Hogwarts, and we don't have anyone else to watch the others. We'd love for you to look after them. Just be careful with the twins, and make sure Dominique doesn't blow up anything else with accidental magic. Send back a reply with Fleur's owl so we can set up a time and day. Don't hesitate because Victoire is getting tired of watching her younger sisters with Dominique.

Bill and Fleur

"Yes!Yes! Boom!" George yelled, since Luna was now in Diagon Alley and Gemma didn't mind the noise.

He dipped his quill in ink and began scrawling his reply down on a scroll of paper that appeared to be coffee-stained(though it wasn't).

Bill,
Thank you. I can watch them tomorrow, if that's okay with you. Just drop them by in the morning.

George and Gemma(she wanted to be included)

"Daddy! Owl incoming! Do I need to open the window? That gray one looks like it's gonna fall pretty soon," Gemma called, pointing out the window at the two owls flying closer and closer, the gray one swaying and dipping down very unsteadily.

"Yeah, go ahead and open it." George replied as his redheaded daughter shoved open the window.

"Um...Daddy? Errol fell." Gemma said.

George shook his head as he pointed his wand at Errol(seriously, that bird could be in the Muggle book of world records for longest lived animal ever). The owl floated up to the window and laid down on the desk where Gemma had previously been sitting. Once again, he untied the parchment from the two owls' legs and unfolded them. He read the one from Ron first.

Uncle Jorge,

Mom and Dad sed that thay ar reely sorry, but the anser to the queston yu askd is no. They also sed that we can manaj 4 now.

See yu latur,

Rose

(P.s. Rose wanted to write that so me and Hermione let her. Sorry for the misspelled words, but we didn't want to bum her out. After all, she's only six, but you can probably tell what they're supposed to say-Ron)

As George read through the letter, he was torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to punch something. Rose had done the letter, and her result was really funny, but, once again the answer was no. Well, at least he got one 'yes'. That was better than nothing at all. Everything was looking a little brighter, even if the silver lining was very, very thin, and could be erased easily.

A/N: Well, what do you think? I tried to make it longer, but I felt some stuff should be saved for the next chapter. Stay tuned, I'll update soon!