A/N:

It's a short one, but there will be another one tomorrow! Enjoy!

-o-o-

"It knows," Molly whispered shakily as she arranged the items on Arthur's workbench. She, Arthur, and Curtis were standing in Arthur's shed, hoping to have a conversation that would not be overheard by Ron and whatever demons or entities that might be listening.

Arthur quickly pulled Molly to his side before she could start cleaning and organizing the rest of his muggle treasures. She tended to clean when she was upset or anxious; that or cook.

"Has Ron said something?" Curtis asked, leaning against the workbench and looking at Molly intently.

Molly shook her head. "No," she replied. "It was Bill."

"You can't get much passed Bill," Arthur sighed. "He's very perceptive."

"Bill said he's seen Ron… well, not Ron, but the other one, watching you," Molly replied, looking back at Curtis. "I don't understand. I thought our story was believable."

"It's ok, Molly," Curtis replied. "We can still make this work. We need to keep our story straight and continue the charade. Whatever is inside Ron may just be suspicious because I'm new in the house. In a few days it may lose interest as long as we keep the act going."

"How much is this costing us per day?" Arthur asked seriously, eyeing Curtis.

"I don't charge by the day, Arthur," Curtis replied seriously. "In good conscience I will not charge you a thing unless there is a definite possession and only if we can get rid of it."

Molly could feel her husband relax slightly beside her. She had realized how tense he had been since Curtis had arrived. Money was always a concern for Arthur.

"Did Bill say anything else?" Curtis asked.

"Just that he looked really suspicious," Molly replied. "And that he'd noticed Ron's eyes change colour."

"Red?" Curtis asked.

Molly flinched and clutched Arthur's hand tightly. "Yes," she whispered.

Curtis scratched the back of his head, looking perturbed. "It sounds like we're dealing with something malevolent," he sighed.

-o-o-

The kitchen table was surrounded by a sea of red hair. Curtis stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the gingers with his wavy, auburn hair. Everyone was in attendance, apart from Arthur who had gone off to work only moments earlier.

With a wave of her wand, Molly directed bowls of oatmeal onto the table in front of each of her children and Curtis. A flurry of movement began as milk was poured and honey and sugar were splatted into each bowl. Conversation began slowly and grew as each of the children began to fully wake up.

Ron on the other hand remained in a tired stupor as he slowly picked at his oatmeal. He yawned and rubbed his eye with his fist before stretching over the table to grab an apple from the fruit bowl.

"You look tired, love," Molly stated as she leaned over and kissed the top of Ron's head. "Did you not sleep well?"

"Ghoul was too noisy," Ron sighed. "I couldn't sleep."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Molly replied. "I'll talk to your father and see if he can do something to keep it quiet."

Ron nodded and bit into his apple as he stirred a glob of honey into his oatmeal.

"You have a ghoul?" Curtis asked.

"It came with the house," Molly replied. "Every time we added on to the house, it moved up. I think it prefers the attic."

"My grandmother used to have a ghoul," Curtis stated. "It preferred the basement though. I never did check it out though. I was always too scared to go down there. Have you ever seen your ghoul Ron?"

Ron shook his head and tried to cover another yawn with the back of his hand.

Molly looked over at Curtis expectantly. He gave her a quick glance before starting a conversation with Ginny about the traps she and Ron had set up in the back garden. Molly looked back at the staircase that led to all of the bedrooms. Upstairs in the attic, the family's ghoul was resting after a night of mucking about. Ghoul had never been a concern for her. It was harmless; just annoying. With the look Curtis had just given her, she had never wanted ghoul gone more than she did now.