Unsurprisingly Mia's weeks at the Weasley's were not those of great drama. In fact the blue gnome incident was probably the highlight. Of course that didn't mean for one second the twins behaved themselves.
Mia sat on the foot of Ginny's bed, favouring it to the mattress on the floor, and attempted to pack her trunk once more. The problem was not packing it however; it was getting the clothes to stay in the case when they kept flying out. Ginny had already gone in search of her brothers after a flying grey jumper had hit her on the head, but had not returned yet. Moving off of the bed, and away from the demon bag, the soon to be fourteen year old made her way down one flight of stairs to the twin's bedroom. She'd been in it several times before, nd as two people shared it, it was obviously larger than Ginny's. The mess in it was far worse though. Deciding against not and slowly pushing the door open, she held a breath preparing for some kind of booby trap, which thankfully never came. Instead there was a quiet swearing noise, and a flash of red hair darted into the wardrobe. Raising an eyebrow, Mia followed, pausing for a second before pulling open the door. One twin, of which she wasn't sure, stood trying to blend in with the hanging clothes. Maybe if he'd chosen something redy/orange it would've worked better, but the pale blue just wasn't doing the job.
"What are you doing?" The twin peaked out, looking for a second like a deer caught in the headlights, but once he realised it wasn't his sister a cheeky grin yet unnerving grin spread over his lips that made Mia sceptical.
"Well, I'm now thinking seven minutes in heaven" He said, moving to one side and gesturing for her to join him. Did he think she was about to agree to that suggestion? Oh, how romantic she thought sarcastically though reframed from saying aloud.
"Fred?" She questioned instead, hoping the other twin hadn't become infatuated with her as well. Rolling her eyes and wishing they were easier to tell a part she took a step backwards, maybe they could dye their hair, different colours obviously. An insulted look took place of the grin at that,
"Are you seriously suggesting I look like George?" This time resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Mia took a hold of Fred's arm and gave a tug, pulling him from the wardrobe. Did he really find himself funny? All he seemed able to do was joke and pull pranks, a serious conversation was near impossible. It was clear from the hiding he'd been the one to jinx her trunk, but that still didn't explain why Ginny hadn't found him. Surely she would've checked the bedroom? As if reading her mind the head in front of her spoke, "George ran out and down the kitchen just as Gin was coming downstairs. I think she followed him assuming he'd done something wrong" Fred gave a far too innocent shrug, probably for Mia's benefit as if she were that gullible and went to the bunk beds, flopping down onto the bottom one. Scowling she placed her hands on her hips, could he just admit it had been a prank and fix it? She'd never get to Draco's on time at this rate. Then again, maybe that was the idea.
"Are you going to fix my trunk?" she asked, wanting to drag him into Ginny's room and force him to do so.
"Are you going to join me in bed?" it was meant to be a joke, as was most of what came out of Fred's mouth, but her answer was blunt.
"No" she wasn't in the mood for this anymore.
"Then no" He retorted, a pout appearing.
"Fred." She threatened, though didn't get any further as someone came yelping up the stairs. Turning away from the boy she was about to throttle, the Slytherin opened the door and peered out. Ginny was leading, and gave her a curt nod as she carried on up, George in toe supplying the yelps due to his sister's tight grip on his ear.
"You're worse than mom!" The caught twin whined but had already stopped struggling, realising how obviously pointless it was.
"You haven't seen anything yet! Now fix that trunk or yo..." her friends voice trailed off as they disappeared upstairs, but several thumps were clearly heard, leaving no doubt in Mia's mind that her trunk would be fixed when she went to check it next. Admittedly she did fear slightly about George's well being now, and once again mad a mental note not to get on her best friends wrong side. Luckily that only seemed an easy thing to do for her brothers. Maybe that was the reason she had such a temper sometimes though, growing up with six brothers really couldn't have been easy, then again, it still wasn't.
"Poor kid" Mia looked round over her shoulder, smirking suddenly at Fred.
"Don't think you're getting off like that" she said, and walked out of the door. The slight terror building on his face a satisfying enough sight to leave on.
A/N: Sorry it's not that long, I couldn't think of anything to put in this chapter really. But I hope it's ok, tell me what you think! A new one will be up in roughly a week, that seems to be the rate i'm getting the written. Don't make me beg for your reviews readers -_- Thanks for reading Z-Nugget xx