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9.Will you finish!"
Just after Mrs.Weasley, Harry and Monica finished cooking, Hermione showed up in the kitchen with a concern look on her face.
"Has anyone seen Crookshanks? He's been missing since last morning."
"No dear, I haven't seen him. But I'm sure he'll show up soon." Said Mrs. Weasley with a motherly voice.
"Who's Crookshanks?" asked Monica.
"He's my cat."
"Oh!" exclaimed Monica with a that-says-all look on her face. "Don't worry; he'll be back in a day or two. He's probably on a date." Continued Monica putting an accent on the word date. Hermione chuckled.
"I suppose your right."
"I'll go in my room. I need to comb this hair of mine. I look like I've stuck my fingers into a plug." Said Monica
"What?" Asked Mrs. Wealsley because she didn't know what a plug was.
"It's a muggle thing." Answered Hermione. Mrs. Weasley looked content about the explanation because she didn't insist on the subject.
Monica left the kitchen and went into her room. There she combed her hair and changed her clothes because she due to the fact that she couldn't use her right hand properly, she had managed to put some egg on her clothes while making the omelets. She took a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt with an orange picture of a child in his knees looking at some flying swans. Also on the T-shirt were two words written in white: Nightwish and Wishmaster. After she had struggled for a while to catch her hair in a ponytail someone knocked on her door.
"Enter!" she called.
"Good morning darling."
"Good morning grandpa." The old man looked better than he did the other day.
"Did you sleep well?"
"More or less, I woke up at sunrise."
"Why?" asked Mr. Roamendacil without masking his concern.
"Four words: D'Artagnan and sunrise."
"Why didn't you leave the window open so he could go in and out whenever he felt like?"
"Well, I did, but it got cold so I had to shut it. And I forgot to pull the drapery back and when the sun rose I woke up because of the light." She didn't think her grandfather bought the lie because he was very good at Legimency and until now she had never managed to learn Occlumency properly, but she didn't want to say the truth because she knew he would blame himself for her not sleeping.
"I see you're ready. Let's go and eat. I'm starving and the smell I felt while coming here was great." Said the old man smiling.
"Yeah, let's go. I'm also really hungry."
"I think you'd want to hide that." Said Romandacil pointing with his index finger at Monica's burn.
"Oh, right. I forgot." And with this she ran her hand over her arm and murmured something and the spot was gone. When they arrived in the kitchen everyone else was already there.
"Good morning." Said all at the same time.
"Did you sleep well?" Mrs. Weasley asked Mr. Romendacil while he was sitting down and she was putting tones of food in his plate.
"Like a baby. Thank you."
Monica was next to Charley talking with him and she didn't pay attention at the quantity of food that Mrs. Weasley was putting in her plate. Monica finally took her seat and looked around for a plate.
"Is there anything wrong, Monica?"
"No, I was just looking for a plate."
"Why? The one in front of you is yours."
Monica looked at the plate and her face fell and murmured under her breath. "Cred ca glumesti!"( You must be joking!). Charley noticed that and started laughing and he was soon followed by Mr. Romendacil. Everybody was staring at them not understanding why they were laughing.
"Enjoy your meal!" Said Mr. Romendacil trying to sound serious but he started laughing once again. Monica gave him a murderous look.
"What's so funny!" asked Ron exasperated.
"That!" said Charley pointing at her plate. He was still laughing. "Ouch! Hey, what was that for? You don't have to hit me under the table! Ouch! All right, all right, I'll stop." He tried to look serious but he started laughing again because Romendacil was still laughing. The next moment, both men had toast with butter on their faces. They stopped for a second and looked at each other and then started laughing again. They were soon followed by everyone else except Monica. She rolled her eyes and shouted over the laughing.
"Will you finish!"
"OK!" Said Mr. Romendacil with an angelic face although he was still giggling. Charley was still laughing like mad and so that old man had to hit him between the ribs in order to get his attention. They both stared at Monica with puppy like eyes and now she started laughing.
"If we were living during the Dark Age, you would have been the best jesters in the world." Said Monica to the two men.
"We're glad we made you laugh, young lady." Answered Charley with a voice full of importance which made Monica laugh even more. It was the first time she actually laughed after that night. Now that she thought about it, this was the first time she had seen her grandfather laugh with all his heart in weeks. Maybe he hasn't changed that much. I'm glad I've come here. Maybe he'll start felling better. The hope that maybe things were not that bad sprang up in her heart.
"Can you tell us why you are laughing?" Asked Mrs. Weasley
"You put to much food in Monica's plate." Mrs. Weasley looked bewildered at the girl's plate.
"But that's not much. You really need to eat more. You eat very little."
"If she eats all that she won't be able to pass through the door! Exclaimed Charley. Monica glared at him.
"Thanks for putting things so nicely." Her voice was full of sarcasm. She turned towards Mrs. Weasley. "The problem is that I really can't eat so much, and especially fried things in the morning. I always get a stomach ache. I also can't eat so much because I gain wait very easy. My doctor already complained a few times about this, and he is right."
"But you're not fat!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"I know I'm not fat, but I'm not slim either. Please don't be mad at me, but I really can't eat so much."
"Oh well, you probably know better. Eat as much as you want."
Monica took 2 pieces of toast and started eating them. Mrs. Weasley wanted to complain about it, but her son's glare made her swallow her words.
They talked the entire breakfast. When they finished Mr. Romendacil announced that he and Monica will leave that day as soon as possible.
"You can't leave so soon. You just came!"
"I'm sorry Molly but, we need to solve some problems as soon as possible." Answered Mr. Romendacil politly.
"Then promise you will come tonight for dinner."
"We'd be honored. Is eight a good time to come?"
"Perfect!" said Mrs. Weasley happy.
Both Monica and her grandfather went and got their things. They saluted everyone and disaparated with two loud pops.
