"Look, Dad is a teacher!" shouted Ron in a horrified tone. George opened his mouth to talk but Mr. Weasley beat him to it. "Well, what's so bad about that?" "It's just that, well, um." "You wouldn't make a good teacher." George said proudly. "Well Ron, George I guess you don't want these tickets to the Quidditch World Cup." Mr. Weasley said, pointing at them. "WHAT?" screamed all of the boys, except Harry, Percy, and Mr. Weasley. Then Harry noticed he hadn't spoken for a while. "Not to burst your bubble Ron, but I think there's a more shocking thing than Mr. Weasley being a teacher." "What's that supposed to mean?" grunted Mr. Weasley. "Nevermind that, sir, but there is currently noone for the Defence Against the Dark Arts job." "Hopefully one better than Carrow." sighed Dean

After Dinner

Luna, Neville, Dean, and Seamus had all left the Burrow. "Next week, Quidditch World Cup, remember guys." said Mr. Weasley a bit loud. "Who'd you rack up tickets for?" replied Ron, rather eager. "Let's see, Ron, George, Percy, Me, Ginny, Miss Granger, and oh, you Harry. "What about Kreacher?" said a weak voice that came from a room that Harry guessed as his house elf, Kreacher. Mrs. Weasley then opened her mouth to speak. "How many times do I have to tell you, Kreacher, you're Harry's house elf, not ours. "But mam, Harry Potter lives in the house of Weasley so Kreacher must be Weasley house elf too." "Your choice, not mine." said Mrs. Weasley, walking away