A/N: Okay, anything you recognize is not mine. Babynames.com isn't mine. It's an actual website. Mr. Weasly's coffee cup isn't mine. Hermione's computer setup, well, that could be mine, since JK never said that Hermione had a computer, and Percy's sweater-vest actually belongs to a friend of mine (He wore it to a dance, and everyone was calling him Chandler). Charlie's "muscles" belong to me. West-Side Story belongs to someone I would like to thank a lot, Pryfogles is a Christian bookstore that I also don't own. (Re-edited July 15, 2003)
"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly." Hermione announced brightly the next morning. She was the first one down besides them, and in her hands she held several pieces of paper.
Mr. Weasly only grunted in reply, clutching his coffee cup with both hands. Mrs. Weasly tossed a "Hello, dear." over her shoulder as she flipped the pancakes, stirred the eggs, turned off the stove, placed a kettle on the stove, turned the stove back on, put the bacon in a frying pan on the counter, and cut up some oranges for orange juice, nearly all at the same time.
Hermione tried to remember what she was supposed to say. "Um, I was doing some research the other day, and I found a site, Babynames.com, where they had the meanings of names, and I looked up all the boy's names, and Ginny's too. Would you like to hear what they mean?"
"Oh, Hermione, that would be lovely." Mrs. Weasly sat down on the opposite side of the table and kicked Mr. Weasly's shin to wake him up, as he had fallen asleep over his coffee.
"What? Yes! No! I'm not sure. What was the question?" He cried.
"Hermione was nice enough to look up what our children's names mean, and she asked if we wanted to hear. We do, don't we?" Mrs. Weasly shot her husband a death stare that plainly stated "You better..."
"Of course, of course." Mr. Weasly straightened up immediately, not noticing that the end of his tie had fallen in his coffee cup. It was dripping down his shirt.
"Well, Bill, or William, means "Desire to protect."
As if on cue (A/N: You know it was on cue.), Bill walked in, then shouted "MUM! WATCH OUT!" He dove at Mrs. Weasly, knocking her down.
"Bill! What are you doing?" She shouted.
"The bacon was about to splatter you with grease." He replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
"The bacon is on the counter." Mrs. Weasly didn't scream, though it sounded very close to it. She shot a concerned glance at Mr. Weasly, who just shrugged, confused. Bill walked out the door, after yelling "WATCH OUT!" a few more times.
"Charlie, or Charles, means "Manly, full-grown." Hermione droned on, apparently unaware of what had happened.
Charlie walked in soon after that, wearing a jacket suit. His "muscles" were bulging out.
"Hello, mother, father. I'm off for my morning jog." As he walked off, one of his "muscles" popped.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasly looked more awestruck than before.
"Percival means "Piercing the valley." Hermione continued on, not daring to look up from the paper, lest she burst out laughing when Percy entered, being at least three inches taller than he usually was. (A/N: Yes, I said lest.)
"Hello mum. Dad." Mr. Weasly, who had been sipping his coffee, spat it out all over his newspaper. Percy was wearing a green sweater-vest with cream-colored hems, and plaid slacks. He had on a hat with a little pouf ball, and was holding a bag of golf clubs.
"Penelope invited me to go golfing with her down in the valley." He enunciated the word "Valley." "I got new golf shoes too. Look!" He held up his shoe, which had three inch long spikes attached to the end. "These will be very good at 'piercing the valley.' Hehehe." Laughing at his own joke, he too walked out the door.
"Frederick means peace." Hermione said.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were still too shocked by Percy to even laugh or react in any way...until Fred came in.
Fred was...there was no other way to put it, Fred was a hippie. Complete with flowers, hemp wallet, vest, and bare chest and feet.
"Chill all." He said simply. "Mom, I'm gonna go with some friends to protest 'The Man.' He's trying to cut down an endangered redwood down the road a ways. I'll be back, unless we decide to form a human chain or go on a hunger strike or something."
"George means farmer." Hermione piped up. George rushed in, wearing dirty overalls, covered in dirt with bits of grass in his hair, holding a dirt-covered trowel.
"Cut down a redwood? They can't! That reddius woodius has to be the oldest tree in this part of the county! We have to save it. Maybe I can get some seed samples and plant them in the backyard next to my corn and tomatoes. By the way mum, I'm starting a garden." They ran out the door, trying not to burst out laughing.
Mrs. Weasly now looked like a fish, opening and closing her mouth, yet no noise was coming out. Mr. Weasly's coffee cup was tilted over in his hand, and spilled it's contents into his lap, but he gave it no heed. (A/N: Yes, I said heed)
"Ronald means king." Hermione said, a bit loudly, as she wasn't sure they were still listening to her.
"Oh..." Mrs. Weasly said something Hermione knew she would never say around her own children. Ron walked in, wearing George's dress robes as a cloak.
"Hello, this morning I would like to go out for a while, so I will expect my breakfast to be ready and hot when I return, until then, I shall give you some time for yourselves." He strode out the door, and started running when Mrs. Weasly picked up a teacup and hurled it at his head. It hit the door and burst into a thousand pieces. (A/N: Mrs. Weasly doesn't like taking orders, does she? Hmm...another story idea: Boot Camp: HP-style. You know Mrs. Weasly would be running that place within a day.)
"Ginny, or Virginia, mean virginal, pure." Hermione said. Mrs. Weasly snapped her head back around, but was looking much calmer than she had a minute ago. Mr. Weasly looked rather traumatized by everything so far.
Ginny walked in with a ring of white flowers in her hair, which was down. She was wearing a white dress, which made her look exceptionally pale.
"Hello. Lovely day, isn't it? I must go to Pryfogles, they are having a sale." As she walked out, a deer and a rabbit hopped along with her.
Mrs. Weasly looked sick.
"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly." Hermione announced brightly the next morning. She was the first one down besides them, and in her hands she held several pieces of paper.
Mr. Weasly only grunted in reply, clutching his coffee cup with both hands. Mrs. Weasly tossed a "Hello, dear." over her shoulder as she flipped the pancakes, stirred the eggs, turned off the stove, placed a kettle on the stove, turned the stove back on, put the bacon in a frying pan on the counter, and cut up some oranges for orange juice, nearly all at the same time.
Hermione tried to remember what she was supposed to say. "Um, I was doing some research the other day, and I found a site, Babynames.com, where they had the meanings of names, and I looked up all the boy's names, and Ginny's too. Would you like to hear what they mean?"
"Oh, Hermione, that would be lovely." Mrs. Weasly sat down on the opposite side of the table and kicked Mr. Weasly's shin to wake him up, as he had fallen asleep over his coffee.
"What? Yes! No! I'm not sure. What was the question?" He cried.
"Hermione was nice enough to look up what our children's names mean, and she asked if we wanted to hear. We do, don't we?" Mrs. Weasly shot her husband a death stare that plainly stated "You better..."
"Of course, of course." Mr. Weasly straightened up immediately, not noticing that the end of his tie had fallen in his coffee cup. It was dripping down his shirt.
"Well, Bill, or William, means "Desire to protect."
As if on cue (A/N: You know it was on cue.), Bill walked in, then shouted "MUM! WATCH OUT!" He dove at Mrs. Weasly, knocking her down.
"Bill! What are you doing?" She shouted.
"The bacon was about to splatter you with grease." He replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
"The bacon is on the counter." Mrs. Weasly didn't scream, though it sounded very close to it. She shot a concerned glance at Mr. Weasly, who just shrugged, confused. Bill walked out the door, after yelling "WATCH OUT!" a few more times.
"Charlie, or Charles, means "Manly, full-grown." Hermione droned on, apparently unaware of what had happened.
Charlie walked in soon after that, wearing a jacket suit. His "muscles" were bulging out.
"Hello, mother, father. I'm off for my morning jog." As he walked off, one of his "muscles" popped.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasly looked more awestruck than before.
"Percival means "Piercing the valley." Hermione continued on, not daring to look up from the paper, lest she burst out laughing when Percy entered, being at least three inches taller than he usually was. (A/N: Yes, I said lest.)
"Hello mum. Dad." Mr. Weasly, who had been sipping his coffee, spat it out all over his newspaper. Percy was wearing a green sweater-vest with cream-colored hems, and plaid slacks. He had on a hat with a little pouf ball, and was holding a bag of golf clubs.
"Penelope invited me to go golfing with her down in the valley." He enunciated the word "Valley." "I got new golf shoes too. Look!" He held up his shoe, which had three inch long spikes attached to the end. "These will be very good at 'piercing the valley.' Hehehe." Laughing at his own joke, he too walked out the door.
"Frederick means peace." Hermione said.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were still too shocked by Percy to even laugh or react in any way...until Fred came in.
Fred was...there was no other way to put it, Fred was a hippie. Complete with flowers, hemp wallet, vest, and bare chest and feet.
"Chill all." He said simply. "Mom, I'm gonna go with some friends to protest 'The Man.' He's trying to cut down an endangered redwood down the road a ways. I'll be back, unless we decide to form a human chain or go on a hunger strike or something."
"George means farmer." Hermione piped up. George rushed in, wearing dirty overalls, covered in dirt with bits of grass in his hair, holding a dirt-covered trowel.
"Cut down a redwood? They can't! That reddius woodius has to be the oldest tree in this part of the county! We have to save it. Maybe I can get some seed samples and plant them in the backyard next to my corn and tomatoes. By the way mum, I'm starting a garden." They ran out the door, trying not to burst out laughing.
Mrs. Weasly now looked like a fish, opening and closing her mouth, yet no noise was coming out. Mr. Weasly's coffee cup was tilted over in his hand, and spilled it's contents into his lap, but he gave it no heed. (A/N: Yes, I said heed)
"Ronald means king." Hermione said, a bit loudly, as she wasn't sure they were still listening to her.
"Oh..." Mrs. Weasly said something Hermione knew she would never say around her own children. Ron walked in, wearing George's dress robes as a cloak.
"Hello, this morning I would like to go out for a while, so I will expect my breakfast to be ready and hot when I return, until then, I shall give you some time for yourselves." He strode out the door, and started running when Mrs. Weasly picked up a teacup and hurled it at his head. It hit the door and burst into a thousand pieces. (A/N: Mrs. Weasly doesn't like taking orders, does she? Hmm...another story idea: Boot Camp: HP-style. You know Mrs. Weasly would be running that place within a day.)
"Ginny, or Virginia, mean virginal, pure." Hermione said. Mrs. Weasly snapped her head back around, but was looking much calmer than she had a minute ago. Mr. Weasly looked rather traumatized by everything so far.
Ginny walked in with a ring of white flowers in her hair, which was down. She was wearing a white dress, which made her look exceptionally pale.
"Hello. Lovely day, isn't it? I must go to Pryfogles, they are having a sale." As she walked out, a deer and a rabbit hopped along with her.
Mrs. Weasly looked sick.
