In a mere matter of seconds, I felt myself being lowered onto something soft and squishy. I didn't open my eyes until I was sure it was over. When I peeked one eye open, a woman was leaning over me, draping a knitted quilt across my shoulders. I practically shuddered at the warmth and yawned. She sat down on the couch next to me, I realized as it dipped. She rested a tender hand on my leg.
"Hello, sweetheart. I'm Molly Weasley. Welcome to the Burrow!" She swept out a hand to her home. From what I could tell, it was like she had monsters plaguing this place. It was only then that I realized Mr. Weasley and Bill were sitting in pea green coloured rockers. They were both watching me carefully. I shrunk back in my seat. Something about me was not used to the attention.
Mrs. Weasley's sentence led to a prolonged, awkward silence. It was broken by two ginger boys running into the room, nearly tripping over her. They looked to be twin, freckled ten year olds.
"Can we see her, Mum?" One begged.
"Please! We want to see if her Muggle disease is contagious." His twin added. In one simultaneous motion, they laced their hands together under their chins. Stupid twin thing.
Their mum sighed and cupped a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes. Mr. Weasley started to get up, presumably to drag his twin terror sons back to bed before another redhead walked in. Jeez, wasn't there a limit on how many ginger kids could be in one family? His hair was rumpled and he was rubbing his eyes. "I got them, Dad." He mumbled, grabbing the twins by the collar of their pajamas. They didn't make it easy but he was taller and undoubtedly stronger, dragging them back. He stopped when he saw me and his sapphire blue eyes suddenly seemed alert and wide. A small smile formed on his face for a second before he continued pulling his brothers back to bed.
Mr. Weasley settled back into his seat and rubbed his nose. "Sorry about those two. They're always like that."
"It's fine. They made my night entertaining." I shrugged.
"The older one was Charlie. The demon children were Fred and George." Bill said.
"How do you tell them apart?"
Each family member said in unison, "We don't."
Another awkward silence and somewhere, a clock tolled eleven. Without even the slightest hint of her next action, Mrs. Weasley pulled a wand out of her apron and handed it to me. I looked at it blankly. It didn't feel uncomfortable but it certainly didn't feel friendly in my palm. She smiled the barest of smiles and knocked over a nearby vase. Bill jumped a bit but Mr. Weasley didn't even seem fazed.
"Point the wand and say 'Reparo.' She instructed, showing me how I should move the wand. I raised my eyebrow and gave her a pointed look but did as she said. Aaand, nothing. She frowned and said, "Try again." Still nothing. "Once more." And then, thank Merlin, something happened. The vase started reassembling itself. Bill grinned, Mr. Weasley applauded lightly and Mrs. Weasley wrapped me in a hug. "Magic." She beamed. "Pure magic. Alright now. Bed. You could stay with Ginny-" There's more? "Or you could just stay down here."
"I think I'll stay here, thank you."
"If you want, I can Transfigure the couch into a bed, if you'd like." Mr. Weasley offered. I shook my head,
"No thank you. I'll be fine." I was in a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop, which I'm fairly certain I was wearing when they found me. They said their goodnights and headed upstairs. I wrapped the quilt around myself, huddled up under it and rested my head on the pillow. Sleep came quickly.