Just a random something that takes place on Halloween, but over a span of ten years. Sort of, maybe, a suggestion of romance to come (but not while they're five, you sick puppy!). Anyway, hope you like, please review, and... um... happy new years.
All credit to J.K. Rowling, all blame to me. Don't sue. College kids are poor.
Soliciting Chocolate
By Scabbers
1985, the Burrow
"Hold still, Ginny, I'm almost done," said Molly Weasley, as she drew one last whisker across her daughter's freckled cheek. "Now all you need is a pink nose. Would you like a heart or a circle?"
"A heart," declared Ginny, without hesitation.
"One heart nose, coming right up," said Molly. "Don't scrunch your nose like that, dear. I know it tickles, but I'm sure you want it to look right, don't you."
"You almost ready?" asked Ginny's orange-clad brother Ron, who had been hovering impatiently nearby.
"Ready now," pronounced Molly, as she replaced the cap on the pink lip pencil she had been using. "You're all done, dear," she said, kissing her daughter on the forehead. "Run and go get your father, now. Go on."
Ginny and Ron clambered upstairs to collect their father and their three older brothers who were still living at home. Molly smiled as she arranged chocolate frogs and every flavor beans on a tray for the trick-or-treaters. Upstairs, she could hear her twin sons singing as they put the finishing touches on their costumes, taking turns with each line.
"She walked down by the old graveyard- oooooh!"
"She went to the closet to get a broom- oooooh!"
"She opened the door and... BOO!"
At this, there was a loud scream that could only be Ginny. Sure enough, Molly's youngest and only daughter bounded down the stairs and into her mother's arms, followed by her older brother Percy.
"Mother," said Percy importantly, "The twins frightened Ginny." Percy, age ten, didn't look particularly festive, but it was not for lack of enthusiasm. His stiff black robes and slicked back hair were part of an elaborate costume- tonight he was not Percy Weasley, but the Minister of Magic.
Moments later, the honorable Minister, the cat, and their mother were joined by the remaining Weasleys: the twins, Ron, and their father. "Alright, everyone line up for a picture," said Arthur Weasley to his children, who were at the moment occupied with their valiant but futile attempts at obtaining from their mother a pre-trick-or-treating round of chocolate frogs.
"No, no, and no. You're about to get more candy than you'll know what to do with- and Freddy, what on earth are you wearing?"
Fred gave his mother a wide, toothless grin. "Me and George are Muggles," he said, proudly motioning to his cowboy hat.
"That's wonderful dear, but Arthur, what's that around his neck? Do you really think that's safe?"
Arthur looked bewildered. "You mean this?" he asked, gesturing to the short extension cord draped over his son's shoulders. "It's just eclectricity, Molly, all Muggles use it."
"See, I have one, too," boasted George, stepping forward do his mother could admire the cord tied around his waist.
"Well, if you say so, dear...," said Molly reluctantly. "Alright, guys, the sooner you pose for a picture, the sooner you can start trick-or-treating. The five children quickly scrambled into position.
"Say pumpkin juice!" said Arthur, snapping picture after picture as they cheerfully obliged. "Good enough," he declared, finally. "Okay, gang, to the fireplace!"
~
The first fireplace the Weasleys stopped at belonged to their neighbors, the Diggorys. The Diggorys' son Cedric was older than the twins, but younger than Percy. Not having started out trick-or-treating yet, he stood by rather shyly as his parents greeted Mr. Weasley and the kids.
"What have we here?" roared Amos Diggory, "A Muggle or two, a pretty little kitty cat!" Ginny blushed and giggled as Mrs. Diggory, too, admired her ears and whiskers. "And Ronnie's a Quidditch player this year, if I'm not mistaken." He winked at Arthur- Ron was never anything but a Quidditch player.
"I'm a Chudley Cannon!"
"Nice, nice. Of course, we favor the Montrose Magpies ourselves..." He gestured toward Cedric, who was decked out in robes of Magpie black and white. Cedric regarded Ron's bright orange with a disdainful little shrug.
"Oh well, I guess someone's gotta root for those Cannons!" said Amos with a hearty guffaw. "Anyway, if you don't mind, we'll join you, seeing as we were on our way out ourselves."
"Why not," said Arthur. "Shall we get on, then?" Throwing some floo powder into the fire Arthur sent the kids one at a time to Old Mrs. Quinch, who gave out excellent homemade ginger snapping turtles every year. Ginny, the youngest and always the last to step into the fireplace, stopped to give her father a hug and a kiss. "Daddy, I love Halloween!" she sighed, jumping into the fire to claim her turtle.
Mr. Weasley smiled and brought his hand to his cheek. Ginny's cat nose had left a mark on his skin that was shaped like a heart.
~
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That was Halloween, 1985, brought to you by the Weasley family. 1985... I think I was a Care Bear. The song Fred and George sing is something I learned in music class way back when, and Mrs. Quinch is someone I made up. Keep reading for a somewhat bleaker story- Harry's Halloween. -Scabbers:)
All credit to J.K. Rowling, all blame to me. Don't sue. College kids are poor.
Soliciting Chocolate
By Scabbers
1985, the Burrow
"Hold still, Ginny, I'm almost done," said Molly Weasley, as she drew one last whisker across her daughter's freckled cheek. "Now all you need is a pink nose. Would you like a heart or a circle?"
"A heart," declared Ginny, without hesitation.
"One heart nose, coming right up," said Molly. "Don't scrunch your nose like that, dear. I know it tickles, but I'm sure you want it to look right, don't you."
"You almost ready?" asked Ginny's orange-clad brother Ron, who had been hovering impatiently nearby.
"Ready now," pronounced Molly, as she replaced the cap on the pink lip pencil she had been using. "You're all done, dear," she said, kissing her daughter on the forehead. "Run and go get your father, now. Go on."
Ginny and Ron clambered upstairs to collect their father and their three older brothers who were still living at home. Molly smiled as she arranged chocolate frogs and every flavor beans on a tray for the trick-or-treaters. Upstairs, she could hear her twin sons singing as they put the finishing touches on their costumes, taking turns with each line.
"She walked down by the old graveyard- oooooh!"
"She went to the closet to get a broom- oooooh!"
"She opened the door and... BOO!"
At this, there was a loud scream that could only be Ginny. Sure enough, Molly's youngest and only daughter bounded down the stairs and into her mother's arms, followed by her older brother Percy.
"Mother," said Percy importantly, "The twins frightened Ginny." Percy, age ten, didn't look particularly festive, but it was not for lack of enthusiasm. His stiff black robes and slicked back hair were part of an elaborate costume- tonight he was not Percy Weasley, but the Minister of Magic.
Moments later, the honorable Minister, the cat, and their mother were joined by the remaining Weasleys: the twins, Ron, and their father. "Alright, everyone line up for a picture," said Arthur Weasley to his children, who were at the moment occupied with their valiant but futile attempts at obtaining from their mother a pre-trick-or-treating round of chocolate frogs.
"No, no, and no. You're about to get more candy than you'll know what to do with- and Freddy, what on earth are you wearing?"
Fred gave his mother a wide, toothless grin. "Me and George are Muggles," he said, proudly motioning to his cowboy hat.
"That's wonderful dear, but Arthur, what's that around his neck? Do you really think that's safe?"
Arthur looked bewildered. "You mean this?" he asked, gesturing to the short extension cord draped over his son's shoulders. "It's just eclectricity, Molly, all Muggles use it."
"See, I have one, too," boasted George, stepping forward do his mother could admire the cord tied around his waist.
"Well, if you say so, dear...," said Molly reluctantly. "Alright, guys, the sooner you pose for a picture, the sooner you can start trick-or-treating. The five children quickly scrambled into position.
"Say pumpkin juice!" said Arthur, snapping picture after picture as they cheerfully obliged. "Good enough," he declared, finally. "Okay, gang, to the fireplace!"
~
The first fireplace the Weasleys stopped at belonged to their neighbors, the Diggorys. The Diggorys' son Cedric was older than the twins, but younger than Percy. Not having started out trick-or-treating yet, he stood by rather shyly as his parents greeted Mr. Weasley and the kids.
"What have we here?" roared Amos Diggory, "A Muggle or two, a pretty little kitty cat!" Ginny blushed and giggled as Mrs. Diggory, too, admired her ears and whiskers. "And Ronnie's a Quidditch player this year, if I'm not mistaken." He winked at Arthur- Ron was never anything but a Quidditch player.
"I'm a Chudley Cannon!"
"Nice, nice. Of course, we favor the Montrose Magpies ourselves..." He gestured toward Cedric, who was decked out in robes of Magpie black and white. Cedric regarded Ron's bright orange with a disdainful little shrug.
"Oh well, I guess someone's gotta root for those Cannons!" said Amos with a hearty guffaw. "Anyway, if you don't mind, we'll join you, seeing as we were on our way out ourselves."
"Why not," said Arthur. "Shall we get on, then?" Throwing some floo powder into the fire Arthur sent the kids one at a time to Old Mrs. Quinch, who gave out excellent homemade ginger snapping turtles every year. Ginny, the youngest and always the last to step into the fireplace, stopped to give her father a hug and a kiss. "Daddy, I love Halloween!" she sighed, jumping into the fire to claim her turtle.
Mr. Weasley smiled and brought his hand to his cheek. Ginny's cat nose had left a mark on his skin that was shaped like a heart.
~
~
That was Halloween, 1985, brought to you by the Weasley family. 1985... I think I was a Care Bear. The song Fred and George sing is something I learned in music class way back when, and Mrs. Quinch is someone I made up. Keep reading for a somewhat bleaker story- Harry's Halloween. -Scabbers:)
