"Sit still," eleven year old Kaya commanded Charlie from where she was kneeling on a chair behind him in the middle of the kitchen of the Burrow. He just crossed his arms where he was sitting and gave a mock-scowl.

"Then, take some of the loose hair and gather it with one of the... Bunches," Kevin said. She was instructing both Ginny and her daughter in how to make French braids. Molly had volunteered to help at once and Kevin was now tending to her hair, Bill had been easily convinced to be at his sister's aid, but Charlie did not believe Kevin had talked him into this. Then again, he couldn't say no to her.

"Like that?" Ginny asked and peeked over at her mother's head. Her try with Bill's hair was messier, but in theory right.

"Uh-hum," Kay confirmed. "Then you just braid those two together and pick up more on the other side. Try making it equally much." She gathered the hair she was working with in one hand and extracted the other to help Kaya, tickling Charlie's neck for a moment, making him unfold his arms.

"And then just repeating it?" Ginny wasn't really asking, she had caught on quickly and was combing more of Bill's locks back with her fingers.

"Yep," Kevin said as her fingers moved fast down the back of Molly's head, fixing the hair in

experienced motions. Kaya stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on making Charlie's hair come together. It was long enough, that wasn't the problem, it just slipped between her fingers.

"Bugger," she muttered when one of the strands came loose.

"Kaya," her mother said warningly as she was slipping a rubber band around the tips of Molly's braid.

"What? I didn't say –"

"I know you didn't, but we've been over this," Kevin answered. 'Bugger' may not be the worst the girl could say, but she was a bit apprehensive on what Molly thought about her child-raising, irrational as it was. "Want me to help you?"

"No," Kaya mumbled, but didn't object as Kevin's hand grabbed the two strands she was holding and the one she had let slip and tightened them.

"Ow," Charlie said as his hair was pulled.

"Sissy," Ginny commented as she slid the band off her wrist and onto Bill's hair. Charlie tried turning his head, but it was held back. He stuck out his tongue either way, making his older brother chuckle.

"Now, take the right over the middle one and under the left," Kevin said to Kaya without interfering with the smaller hands. "And add more hair. Good." After a few more repeats Kaya had reached the back of Charlie's head and he inclined it down to make it easier for her. After another minute it was just the regular braiding again, which went smooth.

"Can I go now?" Charlie asked.

"Wait," Kaya said as she hastily fastened the band. Two grinning blokes descended the stairs and upon seeing the three people on the kitchen-chairs, their grins, if possible, grew wider.

"Oh, but so pretty," Fred chimed as he got down and received a glare from Charlie.

"It really suits you, takes the focus all off the bites," George said to Bill, who froze up a fracture.

"May I have this dance, fair lady?" Fred asked with a bow. He got about a nano-second warning before Charlie launched towards him, but it was exactly the reaction Fred had hoped for and ran heals over head out, his brother in quick pursuit.

"Lovely weather," George commented airy as they went out on the front step to watch Charlie tackle Fred on the lawn. They hit the ground with a thud and Charlie got Fred over on his back, sitting across his stomach with his fist drawn for a punch.

"Sorry, mate, I was kidding," Fred said, laughing at his brother's red and furious face.

"Did you really?" Charlie said sarcastically.

"Yeah. It looks good on you, in comparison to Bill's," Fred said between giggles. "They really dragged you into something."

"Well, Kevin asked," Charlie mumbled, still holding up his fist, but relaxing more.

"Forgot she had an iron-grip around your balls," Fred said. Charlie exhaled fast as he drove his knuckles to Fred's nose and the younger stopped laughing to touch the spot.

"That hurt," Fred said after a moment.

"Good," Charlie said as he got up and dusted off his knees. Fred stood up too, cupping his bleeding nose in his left hand and traced his brother's face for anger. It seemed to be gone.

"Charlie," Molly breathed as they got back towards the entrance and she saw Fred was hurt. "Charles Eugene Weasley, did you hit your brother?" She had gone over to shouting and the five other beside her went in.

"Yeah, he asked for it," Charlie brushed it off with as he passed her in the door-way. George got a Nosebleed Nougat out of his pocket and flickered it to his twin, who ate the good side to make the blood stop cascading.

"How?" Molly said and put her hands on her hips. Bill sighed, Ginny groaned and the twins were on their way up again.

"Mum, do we have..." Ron shut up as he came in from the sitting-room and saw the murderous look on his mother's face. Kaya hushed to them as Harry and Hermione followed him and they all watched Charlie as he shrugged.

"He teased my hair," it came at last.

"Well, if you're going to punch everyone who comment on that crow's nest, I might as well cut it, young man," Molly said.

"No-thanks," Charlie said cheeky.

"Yes, I will!" Molly was flushing as she got out her wand and pushed a chair behind her second-oldest son legs, causing him to sit down.

"No," Charlie objected loudly as she took a step closer and he put up his arms up to defend himself. "No, Mum, No!" he pleaded as she raised her wand, but he was unable to escape.

"You have to look decent for the wedding anyway," Molly told him as she flickered her wand and his hair shortened. He ran his hands over it and groaned, it was what his mother called a proper haircut, something he usually associated with Percy.

"No," he moaned, the longest may be an inch, if so. The rest of the room was roaring with laughter, even Hermione giggled behind the hand covering her mouth. "Fine, just laugh at me!"

"No," Kevin got out and came over to sit on his lap. "It's nice." She ran her hand over it. "I like it." She really did, she had never thought Charlie had the face for long hair like Bill.

"You do?" he said playfully. She nodded before moving in for a kiss and heard Kaya make a retching-sound behind her back.

"Twins taught you that?" Kevin asked her daughter without turning away from Charlie.

"Maybe," Kaya answered with a giggle. Kevin just rolled her eyes before kissing Charlie lighter. He smiled as she got off his lap.

"Now, you!" Kevin pointed to Bill and Charlie raised his brows in confusion. "Sit." Bill took the chair she pointed to obediently and buttoned up his shirt a bit, laying the collar aside. "How did you manage this?" She summoned a needle and thread to redo the stitches.

"I don't know," Bill answered and inclined his head to the left as the kitchen was emptying.

"Have they been loosening a lot?" Charlie asked as he stepped over to them.

"Move, you're blocking the light," Kevin told him and he took a step to the side so she could see if she was pressing the gash together right.

"Some, but most of them have healed fine," he said and clenched his teeth as the needle pierced his skin.

"Good, we don't want you to be ill on your wedding night," Kevin said and placed the tip of her tongue playfully between her lips.

"And that proves what you're thinking about," Charlie said. "Forget the actual wedding, the wedding night is much more important."

"Like you're any better," she said with a smile.