The Cousin from down below #2

By: Jamie

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Hogwarts

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Jina woke up early the first morning in Hogwarts. She got dressed in her own attire. A black sweater vest, a white button down shirt under it. She a black skirt, above the knee and her knew Gryffindor tie. She put on her black cloak and descended the marble staircase to the Common Room. She checked the time, 6:02 a.m, and she looked around for any familiar faces. Fred and George sat in a corner.

Silently she made her way over to them.

"What are you boys doing? Detention!"

"Professor McGonagall it isn't what it seems-" Fred opened an eye and Jina red with laughter.

"How did you do that?!" George wondered.

"I am a whiz with voiceez!" she giggled, "I can sound like anyone!"

She began in a perfect, English accent, "Now might I add that I am fond of those lovely little bouquets down in the Entrance Hall, the carnations are gorgeous!"

The two boys laughed.

"That can come in handy!" Fred grinned.

"Can you sound like anybody?" George wondered, "Even Dumbledore?"

Jina thought for a moment and then cleared her throat, she had a deeper voice now, identical to Dumbledore's.

"I would like to welcome our new students from Beauxbatons…" she grinned. They grinned back of course.

"Want to tell me what you're doing?" she said, he French accent very heavy.

"We're trying to perfect our tongue twisting candies-" George began.

"But they only last a couple of minutes before wearing off," Fred sighed.

"Why not soak them Tweedstill Venom," Jina wondered, "Since it is usually mixed with many medicines, to lengthen their effects-"

"Yes but it is poisonous when digested raw," Hermione said appearing from behind a chair.

"-I was not finished. Then you must use a gelatin to mix into the venom," Jina continued.

"A what?" Fred wondered.

"A muggle food enhancer," Hermione explained.

"How do we get that?" George said with a sigh.

"It's attainable in any kitchen, probably even the one in Hogwarts," Hermione said out of nowhere.

"Really?" Fred grinned.

"Yes," Hermione said, "Some food items here, are from muggle cooking."

"Wow, Jina, will you come with us to the kitchen and ask the house-elves for some gelathin?" George wondered.

"Gelatin," Hermione corrected.

"Why of course!" Jina smiled cutely. The boys stood up and picked up their items.

"Let us go then," Fred wrapped his arm around Jina's shoulders as they walked. George glared at his twin. They talk quietly as they walked to the giant tapestry, with fruit. Fred and George did the usual thing, and finally the tapestry swung open.

The three entered the kitchen, and came face to face with Professor Dumbledore.

"May I ask what brings this lovely visit?" Dumbledore smiled. The boys were speechless, so Jina spoke.

"I got felt sick from our long trip hear Professor, so the boys offered to take me to Madame Pomphrey's, but I refused. I told them, an apple would make my tummy feel better!" Jina said sadly.

"Fine then," Dumbledore smiled, he knew that they were fibbing of course. He left the kitchen and the boys turned to Jina.

"Brilliant!" Fred grinned.

"Thanks for not ratting," George smiled.

"I wouldn't rat," Jina winked. The boys grinned in a dazed sort of manner. Jina walked over to the house elves.

"Would you happen to have any gelatin?" She said in a cute, innocent voice.

"Why of course!" a young house elves said. She was wearing a ripped sheet, her large blue eyes only visible from under it. She had large, pointed ears that stuck out from the side of her head. As she ran off, she looked like a penguin.

The other house elves approached the three.

"Would young masters like some cake?" one offered.

"Or pudding?" another smiled.

"Or roasted boar?" a last elf wondered. But the small elf girl from before, and two others were carrying a large box of gelatin for the three humans.

"Oh I would love some chocolat-" Fred began. But George slapped his hand over his brothers mouth.

"Don't get them working now, we have to finish our candies," George chuckles, "We still need to find Tweedstill Venom."

Jina looked around the kitchen, she had stuffed the gelatin in her pocket. The boys watched her as she combed her almost stiffly straight hair behind her ears. She was elegant, a natural beauty.

"Perhaps she's a Veela," George whispered as Jina strolled curiously around the kitchen.

"Wouldn't that ruin everything," Fred muttered back.

"I was wondering, have you heard of the Malfoys?" Jina turned to the two red heads.

"Ugh, unfortunately," Fred gagged.

"What?" Jina wondered.

"Draco Malfoy is only the crudest, most raw form of hell as possible," George gave a disgusted look.

"Their family believes in pure blood only, no mudbloods should be permitted on any wizarding ground, in that families eyes. It is believed that if they had control, they would slaughter all the mudbloods and make only those with pure blood wizards. Unfortunately, there are too many wizards who are friends with mudbloods to allow that," Fred explained.

"My cousine is a mudblood," Jina whispered.

"We know," George mumbled back.

"Would he kill her?" Jina wondered.

"He has spoken words that are enough as plans to kill her," Fred rolled his eyes, once again wrapping his arm around Jina's waist.

"That is terrible!" Jina said loudly. Peeves came out of nowhere and grinned.

"Weasly twins!" Peeves cackled.

"Peeves!" they said in shock.

"Any dirty work you need done?" Peeves wondered. It seemed as though Peeves were best friends with the twins, all three of them loving mischief.

"Could you drop a chandelier on Umbridge?" George wondered.

"She has been causing too much hell for us," Fred rolled his eyes, "Over the summer and all."

"Will do!" Peeves choked with laughter and fluttered off.

"Oh la, la!" Jina giggled, "A ghost!"

"We have house ghosts…" Fred went on to explain how ghosts were welcome in the castle and each house had one. He explained how Peeves was known for his mischief, and over the years the twins and he had formed a truce, a bond.

"That is so wicked!" Jina had been picking up words, she giggled furiously.

"What's so funny?" George grinned.

"That word makes me laugh 'wicked'," Jina giggled again.

"Why?" Fred said about to laugh at her.

"Doesn't wicked mean evil?" Jina was trying to hold back laughter.

"But it is used to describe something cool," George grinned.

"I love it," Jina smiled.

The boys could only grin.

"Now how are we going to get Tweedstill Venom?"

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End of Chap. 2

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Jamie: Voila! There you go, end of chapter 2. Tune in for chapter three, coming soon.