At six o'clock that evening Micheal and Liza Fairly made their way over to the Weasley's house.
"Oh! You must be the Fairlys!" said Mrs. Weasley when she answered the door.
Micheal nodded, smiling. "That's us. And you must be Mrs. Weasley?"
"Oh, call me Molly," she said.
"Then I'm Micheal," he said. "And this is my daughter, Liza."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both." She smiled warmly at them. "Come in!"
They entered the a bright and lively living room. Arthur Weasley stood up as they came in. He smiled and shook Micheal's hand as they were introduced, then grinned down at Liza, shaking her hand as well.
"The kids are outside dear," said Mrs. Weasly, "why don't you go join them?"
Liza smiled and followed Mrs. Weasley's directions out the back door. The site that met her eyes was interesting indeed. A pair of twins, with red hair like Ron's and Ginny's, were magicing two tables in the air, banging them against each other. Liza blinked, starring.
"Oi! Liz!" called Ron, jogging over to her from across the yard. She smiled. "Hey, Ron, right?"
"Yeah." He grinned.
She glanced up at the tables hitting each other in mid-air. "Um…?"
Ron followed her glance. "Oh that! It's a family tradition I guess…"
Liza nodded. She was beginning to like the Weasley family very much.
Dinner went very smoothly and everyone got along very well. Micheal and Liza were introduced to Fred and George; Harry's situation with the Dursleys was explained, as well as the fact that he was now living with the Weasleys. After dinner the twins went out to see their girlfriends ("George! Tell Hermione we said hi!" called Harry as they left), Harry and Ginny went for a walk, and Ron and Liza went to sit on two swings hung down from the bow of a large oak tree in the yard.
Harry watched the red strands of hair whist around Ginny's rosy cheeks. He felt her small hand next to his, each of her fingers enclosed between two of his. He heard her sigh.
"It's so wonderful to have you here again," she said.
"It does feel rather right, doesn't it?"
She nodded. "Very right." The smiled at each other and walked on in silence.
Liza and Ron had not moved from their seats on the swings. Though it had gotten rather dark out and the parents had retired into the warmth of the house almost an hour ago, Liza and Ron stayed swaying lazily on the two swings.
"But really! The keeper holds up the whole team!" Liza was saying. "If the Keeper's bad, the game is lost!"
"But if the beaters are really good, they'll keep the other team from ever getting near enough the goals to shoot!"
"No beater's that good," said Liza, "and if they were, there would be no point to the game!"
Ron shrugged. "I guess that's why all of the positions are important, right?"
"Yeah." She smiled, nodding. "Hey, do you guys have a Youth Quittich League around here?"
"A what?"
"A Youth Quittich League. You know, so young witches and wizards can play Quittich."
"Well, no, but we have house teams at school."
"Oh right! I keep forgetting it's an all-wizard school. We don't have those at home."
"Really?" He was puzzled and intrigued at the same time. "Where do you go to school then?"
"I go, well, went, to normal school. You know, muggle school."
Ron looked aghast.
"You see, there aren't really enough witches and wizards around to have our own schools. We do have community magic classes after school, but it's not the same."
"Wow. I can't imagine not going to Hogwarts."
"Yeah well. I guess the other thing is that because there are so few of us, we have to get by with the muggles. You know? Like work with them and everything, so we need their education."
"Wow. It sounds really different in America."
"It is. There are a lot of witches and wizards that don't want to acknowledge their heritage. They don't teach their kids how to focus their magic or anything. Then they blow up stuff by accident. And the ministry is so weak they can't do anything about it."
Ron nodded gravely.
Liza shrugged the topic away. "So anyway, about these house Quittich teams…?"
"Oh yeah! Harry's been on the Gryffindor team since first year. He's an amazing seeker. And now the rest of the team graduated so he's captain. He's gonna help me train up a bit over the summer so I can be keeper next year." He grinned with pride. "You'll come watch our games, wont you?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Not if I'm on the team too…"
Ron seemed puzzled. "I was a beater on my team at home for eight years!" she explained.
He blinked. "You were a what?"
"A beater. What, you think girls can't hit bludgers?"
"No, I just, I've never heard of a female beater before." He looked at her with a whole new reverence. "Wow," he said. "Where's your flaw? Nobody's completely perfect!"
She laughed a little. "You're sweet," she said.
"Liza?" came a voice from the house. They looked up to see Micheal Fairly outline in the brightened doorway of the house. "It's getting late, I'm going home, ok?"
Liza nodded. "I'm coming!" she called. She turned back to Ron. "I have to finish unpacking and stuff, but I'll see you soon, ok? You guys should come over tomorrow or something." She hopped off her swing. "Bye!"
"Bye!"
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