She must be out of her mind, gone completely bonkers. That was the only explanation for this, for why she had closed her café early on a Sunday, for why she had cancelled plans with her friends in the evening and why she had wrangled Hector into his best shirt before dragging her siblings and a bag full of food through the village, across the hill, past Lovegood's, to the house of the biggest Gryffindor family in the country. She clearly needed committing to the Janus Thickey ward, where had her Slytherin self preservation instincts gone, she wondered as she paused at the end of the property; a small meadow and stream separating them from the family inside the towering oddly shaped Burrow. If the structure had been muggle, Pansy was certain that the home would have fallen down years ago, but familial magic kept it up, the power of it emitting in the lands around the home.
"Pansy, are we going in," Anabelle asked quietly. Pansy looked at her siblings for a moment. Anabelle wore a yellow sundress with a matching headband in her dark hair while hector wore a smart baby blue shirt on top of beige cargo shorts. Were they ready to go in, should she expose her siblings to more magical folk? Weasley had been nice enough, his blue eyes sparkling as he treated her like a, like a what, a victim in an investigation, an acquaintance, she wouldn't call them friends but then again if they weren't friend's why bother inviting her to his family home. Perhaps Weasley had said it not really meaning it, or not expecting her to come along. What would his family think to him inviting her into their home?
"Pan's, Ana asked a question," Hector reminded. Pansy smiled down at him, reaching out to take his hand in hers.
"Mr Weasley's family, have never liked me, he has been kind to us over the past few weeks, but I can't guarantee his family will be so welcoming. Do you guys want to meet them," Pansy asked quietly, taking a hesitant step forward.
"If we never take chances, we'll end up alone," Ana told her, linking her arm through the arm Pansy held the bag of food with.
"I want to meet his brothers from the prank shop," Hector said eagerly stepping forward. With a laugh Pansy and her siblings crossed the meadow, and a small bridge across the stream. Soon they were at the front door, it was red with peeling paint. There was wellies and a watering can beside the door, chickens chirped from a coop nearby and the sound of merry talking and laughter emitted from inside the house. Anabelle raised her hand and knocked three times on the door, and Pansy took a calming breath as the sound of footsteps approached them.
"No turning back now," she muttered as the door opened to reveal a red headed man that wasn't Ronald Weasley. The man was all muscles, with long hair and magical tattoos.
"Oh Hello Miss," the man trailed off unsure of her name.
"Erm Pansy, Weasley, I mean Ronald Weasley that is invited my family to dinner," she said awkwardly.
"Come on in then, Ronnie didn't tell us he'd invited guests, I'm Charlie by the way.
"Do you own the prank shop," Hector asked excitedly.
"No that would be my brother's Fred and George, I tame dragons for a living," Charlie replied.
"DRAGON'S," Hector squealed excitedly, I've always wanted to meet a dragon.
"Well then today is your lucky day, young man, I have Jessabelle with me today," Charlie told him happily as he opened the door wider to let the family into a bustling kitchen. Pots and pans were flying in all directions, witches directing them hurriedly with their wands.
"Oh, hello dears," an older woman who Pansy recognised as the family's matriarch called, before she knew what was happening, Pansy found herself been pressed into a large bosom, arms held tight around her, by a woman that had once screamed not my daughter you bitch before killing one of the most sadistic powerful women Pansy had ever met.
"Mrs Weasley, I'm Pansy," she broke off awkwardly not willing to divulge her surname.
"I know who you are Miss Parkinson. My Ronnie has been talking about you none stop for weeks. You and your siblings are welcome here anytime," the older woman said as she released her and hugged both Hector and Anabelle.
"I brought some food," she told the woman, passing over the bag she had brought with her.
"Thank you dear, Charlie why don't you show them through to the Livingroom, while we finish up in here," she directed her son.
"Will do Mum," Charlie replied, happily leading her and her siblings into the lion's den.