When they reached the Burrow, Arthur climbed out of the car. Automatically, all the children began climbing over each other. "Stop!" Called Arthur. They all froze. "Everyone back in their seats. I'll call you out one at a time, single file line please." He smiled, and opened the door. "Percy, you first." Being the closest to the door, Percy stepped out and went in the house. Ron complained from the very center of the back seat. "How come he always goes first?" Ginny laughed.
"Ginny, you next." Ginny got out and went in. So on and so forth, until everyone was out of the car.
Molly sat Lacci down on the couch in the living room. She turned to Ginny. "Ginny dear, see if you can find sone of your smaller clothes for Lacci, will you? Thank you." Ginny ran up the stairs to her room. Molly took Harry's sweatshirt off Lacci and looked at the jacket. "My this is complicated. Arthur, can you help me with this?"
Harry volunteered. "Actually, I think I can get it. I'v worked this horrible thing before." Molly smiled. "Thank you, Harry dear. Never mind Arthur!" She called to Mr. Weasley.
Harry undid the two buckles, then the snaps, and then the 3 zippers. Finally he undid the button on the wrists and the collar. He pulled the complicated piece of clothing off Lacci, and immediately averted his eyes. George didn't, though.
"Oh dont worry Harry, you're not missing much." He laughed and disappeared and Molly turned to scold at him.
Soon Lacci was wearing a tight white shirt with grey 3/4 sleeves and a body to it that went done below her butt. She was wearing a pair of black jeans. She turrn around for Harry to see.
"What can I say?" He said. "You look cute." Lacci blushed a little. Harry gave her an appraising smile. Behind him, Ron said, "Aren't they so cute together."
Harry laughed. "Not as cute as you and Hermione."
"Dangerous territory, Harry. Daaangerous territory." Harry just laughed again, and Ron lauhed with him. "Lacci, would you mind if I went off and spent some time with Ron?"
Lacci nodded but waved them away. She bounced away into the dining room. Harry turned back to Ron. "Lets go to your room."
*******
"Please Lacci, sit still. Trust me, you'll look much nicer after this is finished."
Lacci sat in the Weasley bath tub, with Molly above her trying to rinse the soap out of Lacci's hair. She had already picked up several of Fred and George's fake wands, and had finally given up and done it with her bare hands. Lacci definately needed a bath, no doubt about it.
Molly had thought the green in Lacci's hair was just some sort of disgusting thing she had growing there. "Lacci, is this your real hair color?" Lacci nodded, getting soap in her eyes. She screamed, and started thrashing around. It took Molly several minutes to calm her down and get it out of her eyes. That really is awful, she thought to herself. She hoped it wasn't infected yet.
After a bit more scrubbing, screaming and soaking, Lacci stood up and stepped out of the tub. Mrs. Weasley wrapped a large pink towel around Lacci, and she looked at herself in the mirror as Molly dried her hair. It was fluffed out and lime green. The light brown in the back was sticking straight out. Her hair was about an inch and a half long in the back, with green bangs that went down to her eyebrows and longer hair from her forehead to her ears which went down to the bottom of her ears. Except for the bruises and the blood in her eyes, Lacci looked absolutely glompable.
"Oh, you're absolutely adorable!" Molly cooed, smiling down at Lacci. Lacci was about 5 feet tall, which was fairly short for a 14 year old. Molly could see she was very undernourished. She couldn't help but pity the child. None of her children had ever gone hungry, depsite their low income and large family.
"Danke, herr sheedoo!" Lacci said, blushing a bit. Molly leaned down, and looked at Lacci's small round face. "Here, let me put some anti-boitic ointment on those, and they'll be gone by morning." Lacci sat patiently while Molly bustled about the cupboards and pulled a small yellow and white tube out. She flinched when Molly opened it.
"Now, this'll sting for a bit, but it really is for the best. Trust me." And Lacci trusted her. And she was right. It did sting. Lacci wanted to scream again, but was afraid Molly's hand would slip and she's get punched in the eye. After all the ointment needed was applied, Lacci stretched her face by making funny "O" faces. Molly laughed and said, "Ok. I'm done here. Go have fun, and dont let Fred and George pick on you." Lacci nodded and bounced out of the room, the towel swooshing about like a fluffy pink cape.
*******
Ron and Harry's sat down on Ron's bed. Harry sighed. "What do you think of her?"
"I think she's cute, not as frightening as the picture of her. She looks kind of sad and pathetic, actually."
"Well, she is sad and pathetic, at times. But otherwise she's as bouncy as a child with a bag of Fizzing Whizzgiggs. Let me see the picture."
Ron fished about his messy floor and picket up an issue of the Daily Prophet. He pointed to the second page, which talked about how Lacci had been released from Azkaban, how she had immediately run off to the Dursley's house, how the MOM was worried about the muggles in the area, like the dursleys for example, but at the top was an extremely frightening picture. It was Lacci's face, up close, Grinning. It looked like if you stared deep enough into her eyes you could see thought of people creeping around and stabbing other people, people eating human flesh, humans nailed to walls, people being drowned under bridges, people with their skin slipping off of their bodies like mud, and a dire need to quench a thirst for blood. Her toothy Grin showed off all of her wonderfully unbrushed teeth, some of them stained a nasty reddish color. Then she turned and creeped off into the shadows of a dark alley Harry reconized as Kockturn Alley. Harry dropped the picture.
"That is frightening. That cant be her now, can it? I mean, it looks like her now, but they wouldn't have released her if she hadn't changed, right? She so nice, really." Harry tried to picture Lacci doing any of those terrifying things. He could picture it easily, so he stopped trying.
Ron nodded. "I suppose you're right, but it really does LOOK like her now, doesn't it? Hey... Harry?"
Harry looked up. "Yes, Ron?"
"Harry, where's your school things?"
*******
Lacci walked into Ginny's bedroom, which was directly between fred and george's bedroom and percy's bedroom. Lacci sat down next to one of the walls and began drilling a hole in it.
After a short while she had managed a small peep hole, about two inches in diameter. Lacci stood up and looked through it with one light green eye. After a moment, two other eyes looked back. One was a left eye and one was a right eye, but they didn't belong to the same person. The left person elbowed the right person, and the right person fell over sideways. A voice said, "Hallo Lacci, lovely weather we're havin', isn't it?"
Lacci nodded in agreement, as the right person stood up and shoved the left one out of the way. This one stuck his fingers through, still watching Lacci. "Is it nice over there? I mean, its not raining, is it?"
"No," Lacci said, looking around and turning back to the hole. "It should be?"
The left person pried the right person's fingers out of the hole and stuck his nose in. "I dunno. Would you like it to be, then?"
"Nah, no." Lacci said, pinching the boy's nose. She stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, where she started drilling a hole over there.
Fred turned to George. "psycho-maniac or not, I like this girl!" They both returned to the hole, pulling bits of grit out from the wall, as they watched Lacci drill into Percy's private space.
*******
Percy was lying comfortably on his bed, reading a book. The tempture of the room must have been boiling hot, or else the stuffyness was just too much to take. Percy stood up and removed his sweater, followed by his shirt. His slipped off his shoes and folded everything neatly (well, not the shoes) and the foot of his bed. Then he opened the window just a crack, and sat back down on his bed.
Percy liked his small closed room. It was comforting. What little space he didn't have to walk in to get to his bed and dresser, Percy had file cabinets and a desk. And bookshelves. Ooooh the booksheves. Percy loved to read and work. It was his life.
He became aware of a soft scritching noise in his wall. That couldnt be mice, could it? It was summer! Percy slowly approached the wall. (a/n: NOT Percy slowly unbuttoned the ping pong ball. nothing obscene here, people...) The sharp end of a drill appeared in the wall, slowly getting larger. Eventually it pulled away, and an eye looked up at Percy.
"Ginny, what do you think you're doing?" Percy asked patiently.
"Lacci," said Lacci simply, knowing that would explain it all.
"Ah, Lacci. Lacci, did you know drilling holes in the walls is a bad thing?"
"Nah," she said, widening the hole a little. She found it slightly annoying that she had to strain her eyes upward even to be able to see his chest. If she wanted to be comfortable, she'd have to settle for staring at his crotch. Oh well, she had no problem with that.
"Well, Percy said, bending down so as to be face to face with her, "It is a bad thing. And you shouldn't do it. You should also get out of Ginny's room. You're sleeping with Ron and Harry."
Lacci shook her head indignantly. "Am not! I's a vergun."
Percy gave Lacci a sour look, and Fred and George started giggling and laughing from behind their little drill hole. "Wait to go Lacci!" called George.
Percy sighed and put a book over the hole. He walked back over to his bed and sat down, He had lost his page.
There was a thump, and the book in front of the hole fell down. "Go away Lacci," Percy said irritably. Lacci swung in, attached to the door handle. "Nah," she said happily. Lacci jumped off the door and shut it in Fred an George's faces, who were taking the opprotunity to go peek in Percy's room.
"What do you want, Lacci?"
"I woot tin shpeee fingtrip."
"You what?"
"I-woot-tin-shpeee-fingtrip." Lacci said slowly, hoping it would be clearer this time. It wasn't.
"I dont understand. Speak english."
"IIII." Lacci said, pointing to herself. "woooot." she said, grabbing something and holding it to her chest. "tin shpeeeeee." she said, making little talking motions with her hands. "ffiiinnggtrriipp." and she pointed to percy.
"You want to talk to me?" asked percy, feverently trying to understand.
Lacci shook her head and rolled her arms, asking him to continue guessing.
"You want to talk about me? You want to talk like me? Oh, is that it? You want to talk like me?" Lacci nodded, and sighed with relief. It was so much harder to communicate with Percy than Harry. Lacci had heard that Percy was very smart, so he would be able to teach her to speak english. But he didn't seem to be able to speak her language.
"You want to talk like me. You want me to teach you to talk like me?" Lacci nodded again. "Yesh." Percy set down his book again, this time remembering to bookmark the page. The only problem was that that wasn't his page.
"Ummmm, ok. I'll try. What's this?" Percy asked, holding up a book. Lacci smiled. "Burd."
"No Lacci, it's abook. Say that. Boook."
"Burk. Buk. Bukk. Bookrah. Booook." Percy gave Lacci a friendly smile. "That's right. Good. Book."
"Book," Lacci repeated, nodding.
Percy pointed to the door. "Do you know what's behind that?"
"Furr and Rodge," Lacci said after a moment. Furr and Rodge giggled and tapped on the door. "Nuh-uh," they said.
"Try Fred and George," Percy said.
"Furrd. Rorge. Furrrrrd. Rodged. Reodge. Geeroog. Ferood. Free-ed. Geroge. George. George. Freed. Fred. Fred an' George." Lacci beamed happily as she finally pronouced the twins' names right.
"Hey listen, she can pronounce our names now!!"
"I feel so loved!"
Percy ignored his brothers. "That's great, Lacci! Now tell me, what kind of people are they?"
"Neet," said Lacci simply. "Fun." More laughing came from behind the door. "That's us!! Neet and fun!"
Even Percy had to smile in amusement at that. "I meant what kind of brothers are they."
"Oh," Lacci said, not very disappointed her answer was wrong. After all, it had made Percy smile. Lacci liked to see Percy smile. "Ernogging."
Percy chuckled. Fred and George cried, "We thought you loved us! sniff, you're just like alllll the others." They pretended to feel bad and started blowing their noses in each other's shirts.
"I meant that they're twins. But they are annoying. Try saying those."
Lacci smiled. "Tverns. Tweens. Tweens? Twins. Twins. Ernayying. Yarning. Annerying. Annoyering. Annoying. Annoying twins." And so it went for the next few hours, as Percy taught Lacci how to pronounce any number of words. Fred and George lost interest after a while and went downstairs to plot things never before plotted.
*******
Harry looked around, and down at himself. "Oh my god. I forgot to get my luggage!! It's all back at the Dursley's house. We were in such a hurry to leave, that I didn't have time to take it."
Ron looked slightly worried. They couldn't just drive back to the Dursley's house and say, 'hey mr. and mrs. muggle, dont mind us, we're only back here to take all of harry's magical supplies.' Ron started shaking his hands and trying to say something comforting.
"Um.. ummmm.. don't worry. Maybe dad or someone can accio it over here. It's not a problem. We'll get it before school starts, at least. I'm sure of it."
Harry sighed, and put his forehead in his hands. "Can anything else happen to me? I've left my luggage behind, I've got a little maniac girl who's obsessed with me, the dursleys are all mad at me, lacci's making freinds with strange people left and right, and my foot aches."
Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. "Lunch is ready!!!" SDome doors opened and two pairs of feet thundered downstairs. Percy shouted, "One momenT mother!!"
Ron smiled. "Well, at least both feet dont ache. What's wrong with Lacci making friends?" Harry told ron about the kids in the park, the girl on the bus and Gian. Ron nodded. "Well Harry, it sounds to me like you're jealous."
Harry's jaw almost dropped. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous? I dont care if Lacci has friends, I'm just worried about her."
"No, I dont mean you're jealous that everyone likes Lacci. I think you're jealous that Lacci likes everyone. Because you want her to only like you." Ron wanted to give himself an award for his insight. Harry didn't seem to think the same way.
"I bloody well am not. I have enough people who like me, I dont need some maniacal little girl who could probably decapitate me if she decided she didn't like me anymore." Harry tried to sound convincing. It apparently worked, because Ron dropped it. "Well," Ron said, "I'll bring it up to dad at supper. He'll sort things out."
"Thanks Ron," Harry said, relieved. He had a mental image of Snape smiling wickedly and giving him an F on his potions homework, for not having his supplies. Harry shook his head and the image went away.
Ron stood up, and reached out his arm to help Harry up. "Well, lets go get lunch. I'm starving. Havent had a thing to eat since breakfast."
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Rowbee says:
you will be up and bouncing for days then
Rowbee says:
true.. and by typing to me, you are taking away typing time from the fic
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
but I'm still used to getting all this sleep, thanks to you *poke*
Rowbee says:
unless this is the fic *dun dun dunnnn*
hehe
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
but I want to talk to you too
Rowbee says:
I know, I'm a bad influence
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
lol
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
I shall add this to the fic then
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
somehow
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Harry smiled and took Ron's hand, who pulled him to his feet. They ran down the narrow stairscase.
"Ginny, you next." Ginny got out and went in. So on and so forth, until everyone was out of the car.
Molly sat Lacci down on the couch in the living room. She turned to Ginny. "Ginny dear, see if you can find sone of your smaller clothes for Lacci, will you? Thank you." Ginny ran up the stairs to her room. Molly took Harry's sweatshirt off Lacci and looked at the jacket. "My this is complicated. Arthur, can you help me with this?"
Harry volunteered. "Actually, I think I can get it. I'v worked this horrible thing before." Molly smiled. "Thank you, Harry dear. Never mind Arthur!" She called to Mr. Weasley.
Harry undid the two buckles, then the snaps, and then the 3 zippers. Finally he undid the button on the wrists and the collar. He pulled the complicated piece of clothing off Lacci, and immediately averted his eyes. George didn't, though.
"Oh dont worry Harry, you're not missing much." He laughed and disappeared and Molly turned to scold at him.
Soon Lacci was wearing a tight white shirt with grey 3/4 sleeves and a body to it that went done below her butt. She was wearing a pair of black jeans. She turrn around for Harry to see.
"What can I say?" He said. "You look cute." Lacci blushed a little. Harry gave her an appraising smile. Behind him, Ron said, "Aren't they so cute together."
Harry laughed. "Not as cute as you and Hermione."
"Dangerous territory, Harry. Daaangerous territory." Harry just laughed again, and Ron lauhed with him. "Lacci, would you mind if I went off and spent some time with Ron?"
Lacci nodded but waved them away. She bounced away into the dining room. Harry turned back to Ron. "Lets go to your room."
"Please Lacci, sit still. Trust me, you'll look much nicer after this is finished."
Lacci sat in the Weasley bath tub, with Molly above her trying to rinse the soap out of Lacci's hair. She had already picked up several of Fred and George's fake wands, and had finally given up and done it with her bare hands. Lacci definately needed a bath, no doubt about it.
Molly had thought the green in Lacci's hair was just some sort of disgusting thing she had growing there. "Lacci, is this your real hair color?" Lacci nodded, getting soap in her eyes. She screamed, and started thrashing around. It took Molly several minutes to calm her down and get it out of her eyes. That really is awful, she thought to herself. She hoped it wasn't infected yet.
After a bit more scrubbing, screaming and soaking, Lacci stood up and stepped out of the tub. Mrs. Weasley wrapped a large pink towel around Lacci, and she looked at herself in the mirror as Molly dried her hair. It was fluffed out and lime green. The light brown in the back was sticking straight out. Her hair was about an inch and a half long in the back, with green bangs that went down to her eyebrows and longer hair from her forehead to her ears which went down to the bottom of her ears. Except for the bruises and the blood in her eyes, Lacci looked absolutely glompable.
"Oh, you're absolutely adorable!" Molly cooed, smiling down at Lacci. Lacci was about 5 feet tall, which was fairly short for a 14 year old. Molly could see she was very undernourished. She couldn't help but pity the child. None of her children had ever gone hungry, depsite their low income and large family.
"Danke, herr sheedoo!" Lacci said, blushing a bit. Molly leaned down, and looked at Lacci's small round face. "Here, let me put some anti-boitic ointment on those, and they'll be gone by morning." Lacci sat patiently while Molly bustled about the cupboards and pulled a small yellow and white tube out. She flinched when Molly opened it.
"Now, this'll sting for a bit, but it really is for the best. Trust me." And Lacci trusted her. And she was right. It did sting. Lacci wanted to scream again, but was afraid Molly's hand would slip and she's get punched in the eye. After all the ointment needed was applied, Lacci stretched her face by making funny "O" faces. Molly laughed and said, "Ok. I'm done here. Go have fun, and dont let Fred and George pick on you." Lacci nodded and bounced out of the room, the towel swooshing about like a fluffy pink cape.
Ron and Harry's sat down on Ron's bed. Harry sighed. "What do you think of her?"
"I think she's cute, not as frightening as the picture of her. She looks kind of sad and pathetic, actually."
"Well, she is sad and pathetic, at times. But otherwise she's as bouncy as a child with a bag of Fizzing Whizzgiggs. Let me see the picture."
Ron fished about his messy floor and picket up an issue of the Daily Prophet. He pointed to the second page, which talked about how Lacci had been released from Azkaban, how she had immediately run off to the Dursley's house, how the MOM was worried about the muggles in the area, like the dursleys for example, but at the top was an extremely frightening picture. It was Lacci's face, up close, Grinning. It looked like if you stared deep enough into her eyes you could see thought of people creeping around and stabbing other people, people eating human flesh, humans nailed to walls, people being drowned under bridges, people with their skin slipping off of their bodies like mud, and a dire need to quench a thirst for blood. Her toothy Grin showed off all of her wonderfully unbrushed teeth, some of them stained a nasty reddish color. Then she turned and creeped off into the shadows of a dark alley Harry reconized as Kockturn Alley. Harry dropped the picture.
"That is frightening. That cant be her now, can it? I mean, it looks like her now, but they wouldn't have released her if she hadn't changed, right? She so nice, really." Harry tried to picture Lacci doing any of those terrifying things. He could picture it easily, so he stopped trying.
Ron nodded. "I suppose you're right, but it really does LOOK like her now, doesn't it? Hey... Harry?"
Harry looked up. "Yes, Ron?"
"Harry, where's your school things?"
Lacci walked into Ginny's bedroom, which was directly between fred and george's bedroom and percy's bedroom. Lacci sat down next to one of the walls and began drilling a hole in it.
After a short while she had managed a small peep hole, about two inches in diameter. Lacci stood up and looked through it with one light green eye. After a moment, two other eyes looked back. One was a left eye and one was a right eye, but they didn't belong to the same person. The left person elbowed the right person, and the right person fell over sideways. A voice said, "Hallo Lacci, lovely weather we're havin', isn't it?"
Lacci nodded in agreement, as the right person stood up and shoved the left one out of the way. This one stuck his fingers through, still watching Lacci. "Is it nice over there? I mean, its not raining, is it?"
"No," Lacci said, looking around and turning back to the hole. "It should be?"
The left person pried the right person's fingers out of the hole and stuck his nose in. "I dunno. Would you like it to be, then?"
"Nah, no." Lacci said, pinching the boy's nose. She stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, where she started drilling a hole over there.
Fred turned to George. "psycho-maniac or not, I like this girl!" They both returned to the hole, pulling bits of grit out from the wall, as they watched Lacci drill into Percy's private space.
Percy was lying comfortably on his bed, reading a book. The tempture of the room must have been boiling hot, or else the stuffyness was just too much to take. Percy stood up and removed his sweater, followed by his shirt. His slipped off his shoes and folded everything neatly (well, not the shoes) and the foot of his bed. Then he opened the window just a crack, and sat back down on his bed.
Percy liked his small closed room. It was comforting. What little space he didn't have to walk in to get to his bed and dresser, Percy had file cabinets and a desk. And bookshelves. Ooooh the booksheves. Percy loved to read and work. It was his life.
He became aware of a soft scritching noise in his wall. That couldnt be mice, could it? It was summer! Percy slowly approached the wall. (a/n: NOT Percy slowly unbuttoned the ping pong ball. nothing obscene here, people...) The sharp end of a drill appeared in the wall, slowly getting larger. Eventually it pulled away, and an eye looked up at Percy.
"Ginny, what do you think you're doing?" Percy asked patiently.
"Lacci," said Lacci simply, knowing that would explain it all.
"Ah, Lacci. Lacci, did you know drilling holes in the walls is a bad thing?"
"Nah," she said, widening the hole a little. She found it slightly annoying that she had to strain her eyes upward even to be able to see his chest. If she wanted to be comfortable, she'd have to settle for staring at his crotch. Oh well, she had no problem with that.
"Well, Percy said, bending down so as to be face to face with her, "It is a bad thing. And you shouldn't do it. You should also get out of Ginny's room. You're sleeping with Ron and Harry."
Lacci shook her head indignantly. "Am not! I's a vergun."
Percy gave Lacci a sour look, and Fred and George started giggling and laughing from behind their little drill hole. "Wait to go Lacci!" called George.
Percy sighed and put a book over the hole. He walked back over to his bed and sat down, He had lost his page.
There was a thump, and the book in front of the hole fell down. "Go away Lacci," Percy said irritably. Lacci swung in, attached to the door handle. "Nah," she said happily. Lacci jumped off the door and shut it in Fred an George's faces, who were taking the opprotunity to go peek in Percy's room.
"What do you want, Lacci?"
"I woot tin shpeee fingtrip."
"You what?"
"I-woot-tin-shpeee-fingtrip." Lacci said slowly, hoping it would be clearer this time. It wasn't.
"I dont understand. Speak english."
"IIII." Lacci said, pointing to herself. "woooot." she said, grabbing something and holding it to her chest. "tin shpeeeeee." she said, making little talking motions with her hands. "ffiiinnggtrriipp." and she pointed to percy.
"You want to talk to me?" asked percy, feverently trying to understand.
Lacci shook her head and rolled her arms, asking him to continue guessing.
"You want to talk about me? You want to talk like me? Oh, is that it? You want to talk like me?" Lacci nodded, and sighed with relief. It was so much harder to communicate with Percy than Harry. Lacci had heard that Percy was very smart, so he would be able to teach her to speak english. But he didn't seem to be able to speak her language.
"You want to talk like me. You want me to teach you to talk like me?" Lacci nodded again. "Yesh." Percy set down his book again, this time remembering to bookmark the page. The only problem was that that wasn't his page.
"Ummmm, ok. I'll try. What's this?" Percy asked, holding up a book. Lacci smiled. "Burd."
"No Lacci, it's abook. Say that. Boook."
"Burk. Buk. Bukk. Bookrah. Booook." Percy gave Lacci a friendly smile. "That's right. Good. Book."
"Book," Lacci repeated, nodding.
Percy pointed to the door. "Do you know what's behind that?"
"Furr and Rodge," Lacci said after a moment. Furr and Rodge giggled and tapped on the door. "Nuh-uh," they said.
"Try Fred and George," Percy said.
"Furrd. Rorge. Furrrrrd. Rodged. Reodge. Geeroog. Ferood. Free-ed. Geroge. George. George. Freed. Fred. Fred an' George." Lacci beamed happily as she finally pronouced the twins' names right.
"Hey listen, she can pronounce our names now!!"
"I feel so loved!"
Percy ignored his brothers. "That's great, Lacci! Now tell me, what kind of people are they?"
"Neet," said Lacci simply. "Fun." More laughing came from behind the door. "That's us!! Neet and fun!"
Even Percy had to smile in amusement at that. "I meant what kind of brothers are they."
"Oh," Lacci said, not very disappointed her answer was wrong. After all, it had made Percy smile. Lacci liked to see Percy smile. "Ernogging."
Percy chuckled. Fred and George cried, "We thought you loved us! sniff, you're just like alllll the others." They pretended to feel bad and started blowing their noses in each other's shirts.
"I meant that they're twins. But they are annoying. Try saying those."
Lacci smiled. "Tverns. Tweens. Tweens? Twins. Twins. Ernayying. Yarning. Annerying. Annoyering. Annoying. Annoying twins." And so it went for the next few hours, as Percy taught Lacci how to pronounce any number of words. Fred and George lost interest after a while and went downstairs to plot things never before plotted.
Harry looked around, and down at himself. "Oh my god. I forgot to get my luggage!! It's all back at the Dursley's house. We were in such a hurry to leave, that I didn't have time to take it."
Ron looked slightly worried. They couldn't just drive back to the Dursley's house and say, 'hey mr. and mrs. muggle, dont mind us, we're only back here to take all of harry's magical supplies.' Ron started shaking his hands and trying to say something comforting.
"Um.. ummmm.. don't worry. Maybe dad or someone can accio it over here. It's not a problem. We'll get it before school starts, at least. I'm sure of it."
Harry sighed, and put his forehead in his hands. "Can anything else happen to me? I've left my luggage behind, I've got a little maniac girl who's obsessed with me, the dursleys are all mad at me, lacci's making freinds with strange people left and right, and my foot aches."
Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. "Lunch is ready!!!" SDome doors opened and two pairs of feet thundered downstairs. Percy shouted, "One momenT mother!!"
Ron smiled. "Well, at least both feet dont ache. What's wrong with Lacci making friends?" Harry told ron about the kids in the park, the girl on the bus and Gian. Ron nodded. "Well Harry, it sounds to me like you're jealous."
Harry's jaw almost dropped. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous? I dont care if Lacci has friends, I'm just worried about her."
"No, I dont mean you're jealous that everyone likes Lacci. I think you're jealous that Lacci likes everyone. Because you want her to only like you." Ron wanted to give himself an award for his insight. Harry didn't seem to think the same way.
"I bloody well am not. I have enough people who like me, I dont need some maniacal little girl who could probably decapitate me if she decided she didn't like me anymore." Harry tried to sound convincing. It apparently worked, because Ron dropped it. "Well," Ron said, "I'll bring it up to dad at supper. He'll sort things out."
"Thanks Ron," Harry said, relieved. He had a mental image of Snape smiling wickedly and giving him an F on his potions homework, for not having his supplies. Harry shook his head and the image went away.
Ron stood up, and reached out his arm to help Harry up. "Well, lets go get lunch. I'm starving. Havent had a thing to eat since breakfast."
------QUICK INTERJECTION, NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY, REALLY------
Rowbee says:
you will be up and bouncing for days then
Rowbee says:
true.. and by typing to me, you are taking away typing time from the fic
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
but I'm still used to getting all this sleep, thanks to you *poke*
Rowbee says:
unless this is the fic *dun dun dunnnn*
hehe
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
but I want to talk to you too
Rowbee says:
I know, I'm a bad influence
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
lol
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
I shall add this to the fic then
Togepi Swallowed A Telephone says:
somehow
------DANKE, BACK TO THE FIC------
Harry smiled and took Ron's hand, who pulled him to his feet. They ran down the narrow stairscase.