Hi lads. Guess what I went and did? Broke my arm. The good news is, I have a whole week off with lots of time to kill, so you will be getting spoiled to some regular chapter updates. The bad news is, my right arm is in a sling. So I can only type with my left hand. Apologies in advance for the numerous spelling mistakes there will undoubtedly be. I'm currently undergoing a massive Harry Potter marathon, which of course makes me super resentful that I never got that acceptance letter all those years ago.

Love to you all. Please review!

The rain thundered on the window pane. Despite all the promises of a beautiful British summer, the nice sunny weather had lasted all of two weeks, and since then there had been nothing but torrential rain.

Fred lay on the sofa of Katie's small home, eyes glued to the television screen. The first time he had seen it, he had been amazed, fascinated even, and had constantly asked Katie to watch it. Given that the weather was so bad, she had obliged every time, but was getting increasingly bored watching the same episodes of old British sitcoms over and over again. As funny as 'Only Fools & Horses' was, there was only so much of it she could handle.

She was lying between his legs reading, her back to his chest, legs propped up. He had both his arms around her and, from time to time would come out of his reverie to kiss her on the cheek or play with her hair. Benjamin Bunny, the still bright yellow rabbit, was lopping around on the wooden floor nearby.

Katie's home was in a small town in the Scottish countryside, just near Edinburgh. Her family owned a small house on a farm. Fred had no idea that she was such a country girl, but he was slowly starting to understand her a lot more.

She certainly didn't get her quick temper of the wind. She had had several fights with her father since he had been there. He was a big, beefy man with a large purple face and thick brown hair that covered more chin than head. But, despite their many arguments, she was the epitome of a 'daddy's girl'. Although not spoiled in terms of materialistic possessions, it was clear that there was nothing her father wouldn't do for his little girl. Funnily enough, Katie's father took more issue about the fact he was English than that he was a wizard, which Katie had forewarned him about. But, despite this, he and Fred got on spectacularly, though Fred could barely understand what he said most of the time. He had a fantastically thick Scottish accent.

Her mother contrasted dramatically from the pair, although aesthetically, Katie resembled her a great deal. She was petite, with the same beautiful green eyes and thick brown hair. But she was softer than Katie, and kinder. She seemed to be the mediator between Katie and her father.

For all his complaining that he would miss magic, Fred was thouroughly enjoying his time in Katie's abode. He had been there for two weeks already, and had another week to go.

He sorely wished he had visited while he was studying muggle studies, as he had learned so much about their way of life. He had been to a football match with Katie's dad, and had listened to some of her mothers music. He had seen a dishwasher work for the first time. And had watched as Katie and her parents had played board games.

Of course, he had written to his father everyday, who simply could not wait to meet Katie and ask her all of his questions about muggles. Fred found himself begrudgingly understanding why his father was so fascinated with their way of life. It really wasn't that difficult to get by without magic.

Fred gave a loud gaffaw at something humorous on the television, and Katie tilted her head up to look at him.

"You know, you'd make quite a good muggle," she said.

"Shhhh… I like this bit," Fred replied, before bowing his head and kissing her on the forehead, his eyes not leaving the tv screen. She returned her gaze back to her book, and shuffled deeper into his chest.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" came her father's voice from somewhere in the house. His heavy footsteps echoed as he made his way down the stairs and opened the door. Katie heard muffled voices.

"Oi, Katie! Get out here!" he bellowed.

Katie grunted, and didn't move.

"Katie!"

"WHAT!" she shouted.

"We have new neighbours. Stop being lazy and get your butt out here now lassie. Dinnie be rude."

Katie sighed, and slammed her book shut. As she swung her legs off the sofa, she accidentaly smacked Fred in the jaw. He let out a pained sound.

"Sorry lovely!" she said, stricken, stopping instantly and cluching his face in her hands, "are you ok?"

"Yeah. I'm a man. I can take it," Fred replied, teasing, pretend to hold back tears.

"You're an idiot," she said affectionately, before ruffling his hair and climbing over him onto the floor. She slithered down with a distinct lack of grace, and her tail bone connected sharply with the wooden flooring.

"Ever the epitome of grace," Fred laughed.

"Oh, shut it you," Katie grumbled, rubbing the sore area.

"KATIE! HURRY UP WILL YE!"

"ALRIGHT! I'M COMING, KEEP YOUR HAIR ON!"

Katie hobbled out of the room into her hallway.

Her father was stood with four people Katie had never seen before.

"Katie, this is the Dalgleish family. They've just moved into the Craig's old house. Well… say hello!"

Beside her father stood two females and two males. The girls, although obviously at least thirty years apart in age, where identical to one another. Both had long, strawberry blonde hair and pale, freckled skin. The older man had light blonder hair, and was short and stocky. The other male, apparently his son, had darker blonde hair, which Katie imagined would be slightly red in certain lights. Katie couldn't help but notice he was very attractive.

"How do you do?" she asked, folding her arms and leaning against the wall. The boy eyed her with interest.

"How do you do, young lady. My name is Jonny Dalgleish. This is my wife Muriel, and our kids Derek and Annie."

The family nodded at her.

"Nice to meet you," said Katie.

From within the living room, Fred let out a loud chuckle. Two minutes later he had stumbled into the hallway beside her, whipping tears from his eyes.

"You know, that Del Boy reminds me a lot of Mundungus Fletcher. Don't you think Kates?"

Katie shuffled, and Fred looked from her to the Dalgleish family.

"This is Katie's boyfriend, Fred," Katie's father introduced. Fred smiled at them and nodded.

"Now then Jonny. Were you no gonna show me that new tractor of yours? Let's go have a deek, eh?"

"Aye, she's a beauty. Mon then, I might even let you take her for a spin!"

The Dalgliesh family and Katie's father made their way out of the house. Derek looked back.

"If you guys get bored at all, come give us a visit."

"Will do!" Fred said chirply. "He seems nice," he added to Katie as they closed the door. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Mmmm," Katie mumbled in agreement. Fred looked at her.

"Good looking too."

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

Fred scoffed.

"Oh sure you didn't. Good thing I'm around to stop you falling in love with that one!" He joked.

Katie laughed and took his hand.

"C'mon. 'Fawlty Towers' should be on next."

"Excellent!"

I felt very patriotic today for some reason. Sorry if the cultural references or words make little sense to non-Scottish readers. It was really fun to write! Sorry not much happened. There will be more on this family later.