AN: I first off want to thank everyone who has reviewed and given me the constructive criticism I need. And second off want to apologize for not updating in so long. I hate to say this, but there have been things actually more important to me than just my HP fiction. I'm in about fifty-million things in school, plus managing to pull a 4.1 gpa last quarter, I've been hopping. Well, I hope you like this assignment. I am not quite sure I like this chapter as much as the others but I can always fix it if I so choose. Whew this is long, but oh well, a few more things. A: I created a character. Whoo hoo..... she's just an average person, nothing major about it, no plot twists or anything to look for. B: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns it all, I just like to use her ideas. Well, have fun reading and if you would be so kind as to review I would really appreciate it. Thank you.
This has been re-posted because of a discrepancy I remembered when reading it through online. Sorry about the inconvience.
Percy watched as Joelle Hastings stepped out of the fireplace, brushing off her pristine blue robes and looking around the room curiously. He dropped his papers as if they were on fire and ran across the room, stumbling on a throw rug along the way. He half stepped, half tumbled into her arms almost knocking her back into the fire.
"Hello to you too," she said quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck, breathing the sweet scent of his hair.
"Sorry about that," he said straightening up and looking at her. Those deep blue eyes spoke more to him than an entire hour of conversation. "I've missed you so much. How is work in your branch coming?" he asked, leading her toward the center of the room.
"Good. We've had a few problems here and there, but overall the Travel and Portkey's Division is pretty dull. I've missed you too you know," she whispered as she turned to see a room of seven curious faces.
"Joelle, this is my family. The oaf over there with the big feet and dopey grin is Ron, the twins are Fred and George respectively. Be very careful around them. You never know what they'll try to pull. Dad's not here right now, at the Ministry of course. That's mum, that's Ginny, those two over there are Bill and Charlie. Charlie is the one covered in burns and Bill is the weird looking one. Family, this is Joelle Hastings. We've been seeing each other for a while now..." he trailed off, wondering where to go next. Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley took up the train of thought.
"Welcome to the Burrow! Percy told us you'd be coming to visit us this Christmas, but he never told us how beautiful you were! Where do you live? How are you? Come with me upstairs to get settled in. You can share a room with Ginny," Mrs. Weasley dragged Joelle with her in the direction of the stairs.
After Joelle was out of ear shot. "Perce! What is this? The ladies man I see?" Bill said raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.
"Can it Bill." This only managed to illicite a soft chuckle from Bill who threw his feet back up on the table and took another swig of his coffee.
"Yeah Perce, how come you never let us in on your dating secrets huh?" Charlie chimed in.
"Charlie, please, be mature about this." Percy could feel his anger begin to rise. It seemed there was more than just Ron with a hair trigger temper in the Weasley clan.
"Now, Percy, dearest brother. Why is it that you never even told me anything more than her name? I'm your only sister you know," Ginny said grinning up at Percy's now scowling face.
"Yeah! Hey, I even told you about the time I--" Fred was cut off abruptly.
"Enough!" Percy cried, his face turning as red as his hair. "I don't want any more remarks about my social life! None! I'm a grown man now, just like Bill, Charlie, you or George. I don't see you harassing them about their girlfriends!!"
"Whoa, Perce, calm down, we're just having a little fun with you," Ron said standing up patting Percy's shoulder. "It's not like we mean any harm right guys?" Everyone around the room nodded or muttered their agreement.
Percy forgot his anger and suddenly wondered when Ron had grown up. Looking slightly up into his brother's ice blue eyes Percy saw wisdom far beyond Ron's seventeen years. He'd finally grown into those long feet and gangly legs to be a full six foot two with golden streaks in his red Weasley hair. Maybe it was all those brushes with Voldermort and his minions over the years with Harry, but something had taken away little Ronnie who would try to steal Bill's old broom and fly away at the age of five. He had been replaced by a strong, extremely perceptive young man. Percy tried to smile at his siblings but with this thought in his head all he managed was a grimace reminiscent of one who had just had a swig of Polyjuice Potion.
there's the Percy we all know and love," George said with a chuckle, "here, try this. It's an apple tart."
"George. You know I haven't accepted food from you in years. I do need to get back to this report I've been working on," Percy said as he made a move to collect the scattered papers on the floor.
George laughed and set the tart back on the mantle. "Good choice my man. Very good choice."
As he gathered the various sheets and tried to put them in order Percy felt something odd, something he didn't normally feel among his siblings. A sense of belonging.
This has been re-posted because of a discrepancy I remembered when reading it through online. Sorry about the inconvience.
Percy watched as Joelle Hastings stepped out of the fireplace, brushing off her pristine blue robes and looking around the room curiously. He dropped his papers as if they were on fire and ran across the room, stumbling on a throw rug along the way. He half stepped, half tumbled into her arms almost knocking her back into the fire.
"Hello to you too," she said quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck, breathing the sweet scent of his hair.
"Sorry about that," he said straightening up and looking at her. Those deep blue eyes spoke more to him than an entire hour of conversation. "I've missed you so much. How is work in your branch coming?" he asked, leading her toward the center of the room.
"Good. We've had a few problems here and there, but overall the Travel and Portkey's Division is pretty dull. I've missed you too you know," she whispered as she turned to see a room of seven curious faces.
"Joelle, this is my family. The oaf over there with the big feet and dopey grin is Ron, the twins are Fred and George respectively. Be very careful around them. You never know what they'll try to pull. Dad's not here right now, at the Ministry of course. That's mum, that's Ginny, those two over there are Bill and Charlie. Charlie is the one covered in burns and Bill is the weird looking one. Family, this is Joelle Hastings. We've been seeing each other for a while now..." he trailed off, wondering where to go next. Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley took up the train of thought.
"Welcome to the Burrow! Percy told us you'd be coming to visit us this Christmas, but he never told us how beautiful you were! Where do you live? How are you? Come with me upstairs to get settled in. You can share a room with Ginny," Mrs. Weasley dragged Joelle with her in the direction of the stairs.
After Joelle was out of ear shot. "Perce! What is this? The ladies man I see?" Bill said raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.
"Can it Bill." This only managed to illicite a soft chuckle from Bill who threw his feet back up on the table and took another swig of his coffee.
"Yeah Perce, how come you never let us in on your dating secrets huh?" Charlie chimed in.
"Charlie, please, be mature about this." Percy could feel his anger begin to rise. It seemed there was more than just Ron with a hair trigger temper in the Weasley clan.
"Now, Percy, dearest brother. Why is it that you never even told me anything more than her name? I'm your only sister you know," Ginny said grinning up at Percy's now scowling face.
"Yeah! Hey, I even told you about the time I--" Fred was cut off abruptly.
"Enough!" Percy cried, his face turning as red as his hair. "I don't want any more remarks about my social life! None! I'm a grown man now, just like Bill, Charlie, you or George. I don't see you harassing them about their girlfriends!!"
"Whoa, Perce, calm down, we're just having a little fun with you," Ron said standing up patting Percy's shoulder. "It's not like we mean any harm right guys?" Everyone around the room nodded or muttered their agreement.
Percy forgot his anger and suddenly wondered when Ron had grown up. Looking slightly up into his brother's ice blue eyes Percy saw wisdom far beyond Ron's seventeen years. He'd finally grown into those long feet and gangly legs to be a full six foot two with golden streaks in his red Weasley hair. Maybe it was all those brushes with Voldermort and his minions over the years with Harry, but something had taken away little Ronnie who would try to steal Bill's old broom and fly away at the age of five. He had been replaced by a strong, extremely perceptive young man. Percy tried to smile at his siblings but with this thought in his head all he managed was a grimace reminiscent of one who had just had a swig of Polyjuice Potion.
there's the Percy we all know and love," George said with a chuckle, "here, try this. It's an apple tart."
"George. You know I haven't accepted food from you in years. I do need to get back to this report I've been working on," Percy said as he made a move to collect the scattered papers on the floor.
George laughed and set the tart back on the mantle. "Good choice my man. Very good choice."
As he gathered the various sheets and tried to put them in order Percy felt something odd, something he didn't normally feel among his siblings. A sense of belonging.