Chapter 3: New Friends
From Becky's perspective:
They Weasley's surrounded me, their red hair was clearly visible, and I guessed that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were the two with the bushy brown hair and the messy jet black. Harry's eyes were so green.I wish I had green eyes like that. Everyone loves my eyes. They always make such a fuss over them. I bet any minute these people would be fussing over them. "Oh welcome to the Burrow, my dear!" Mrs. Weasley said first, hurrying up to me, helping me brush off. Everyone else came up as well, some of them were taking my bags for me. "Oh, no, I can carry this one," I said, trying to grab my special bag with my secret belongings in it before one of the Weasley's did. My hand wrapped around the handle, but someone had already grabbed it. I could feel the hand. it was a boy's hand. Well, since there were way more boys than girls here, I should have expected a boy to pick it up. It was one of the older ones. One of the twins. He was about my age. I couldn't tell if it was Fred or George. He quickly took his hand from under mine and mumbled something that I think was sorry and backed up. "Alright everyone! Get in a line from oldest to youngest and then we'll introduce ourselves!" Mrs. Weasley said kindly, even though I knew who they all were from the packet the M.O.M. sent me, except for the twins. I knew I'd never be able to tell them apart.
Back to the Narrator:
"Now where is Arthur?" Molly fussed as she headed over to the clock by the wall. It was the first time Becky had noticed it. All hands were pointed at home except for Arthur's, which was still at traveling, but it suddenly spinned over to home. Soon after that, Mr. Weasley popped into the room. He spotted Becky standing by the fireplace, holding a bag. "Ah! You're here! Wonderful to see you! I'm Arthur Weasley, the-" he started, but Becky interrupted him. "You work for the M.O.M. right? You work in that muggle artifacts office thingie right?" Everyone kinda started at her since she talked so differently. "Oh. yes. correct." Mr. Weasley said, shaking her hand. All the Weasley's and Harry and Hermione lined up in the center of the room and started saying their names. They said nothing about Percy. They one who had reached for Becky's bag said his name was George. Right. She had to remember he was George. "Now from what your packet says it sounds like you and the children have a lot in common! I believe all of you will get along just fine!" Mrs. Weasley said, leading Becky away from the kitchen. "Hermione, Ginny, why don't you show Becky her room?" Ginny and Hermione smiled and Becky followed them up the stairs. They were carrying the rest of her bags.
From George's perspective:
Mum seems delighted that she signed us up for the program. for everyone else, it looks like it'll need some getting used to. I mean, we don't even know this girl and now she's living with us. But still, something in me is delighted as well. When I tried to be polite and carry one of Becky's bags, she just hurriedly took it back and said she could carry it. I dunno what the deal is with that bag, but it seems inportant. I got a glimpse of her eyes and our hands touched. They were soft. Her hands and her eyes. But I quickly let go and stepped away. I dunno why though.
From Becky's perspective:
The Weasley's house is small, but I like it that way. It's not big and easy to get lost in. Ginny and Hermione silently brought me to a room that I think we three girls were all sharing. I hated the silence, but didn't know what to say. I hate it when that happens, and that is often for me. I put my stuff down on a bed they said was mine and we sat down, and I desperately tried to think of something to say. "Nice house." I finally say. Chapter four, Breakfast will be coming soon!
From Becky's perspective:
They Weasley's surrounded me, their red hair was clearly visible, and I guessed that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were the two with the bushy brown hair and the messy jet black. Harry's eyes were so green.I wish I had green eyes like that. Everyone loves my eyes. They always make such a fuss over them. I bet any minute these people would be fussing over them. "Oh welcome to the Burrow, my dear!" Mrs. Weasley said first, hurrying up to me, helping me brush off. Everyone else came up as well, some of them were taking my bags for me. "Oh, no, I can carry this one," I said, trying to grab my special bag with my secret belongings in it before one of the Weasley's did. My hand wrapped around the handle, but someone had already grabbed it. I could feel the hand. it was a boy's hand. Well, since there were way more boys than girls here, I should have expected a boy to pick it up. It was one of the older ones. One of the twins. He was about my age. I couldn't tell if it was Fred or George. He quickly took his hand from under mine and mumbled something that I think was sorry and backed up. "Alright everyone! Get in a line from oldest to youngest and then we'll introduce ourselves!" Mrs. Weasley said kindly, even though I knew who they all were from the packet the M.O.M. sent me, except for the twins. I knew I'd never be able to tell them apart.
Back to the Narrator:
"Now where is Arthur?" Molly fussed as she headed over to the clock by the wall. It was the first time Becky had noticed it. All hands were pointed at home except for Arthur's, which was still at traveling, but it suddenly spinned over to home. Soon after that, Mr. Weasley popped into the room. He spotted Becky standing by the fireplace, holding a bag. "Ah! You're here! Wonderful to see you! I'm Arthur Weasley, the-" he started, but Becky interrupted him. "You work for the M.O.M. right? You work in that muggle artifacts office thingie right?" Everyone kinda started at her since she talked so differently. "Oh. yes. correct." Mr. Weasley said, shaking her hand. All the Weasley's and Harry and Hermione lined up in the center of the room and started saying their names. They said nothing about Percy. They one who had reached for Becky's bag said his name was George. Right. She had to remember he was George. "Now from what your packet says it sounds like you and the children have a lot in common! I believe all of you will get along just fine!" Mrs. Weasley said, leading Becky away from the kitchen. "Hermione, Ginny, why don't you show Becky her room?" Ginny and Hermione smiled and Becky followed them up the stairs. They were carrying the rest of her bags.
From George's perspective:
Mum seems delighted that she signed us up for the program. for everyone else, it looks like it'll need some getting used to. I mean, we don't even know this girl and now she's living with us. But still, something in me is delighted as well. When I tried to be polite and carry one of Becky's bags, she just hurriedly took it back and said she could carry it. I dunno what the deal is with that bag, but it seems inportant. I got a glimpse of her eyes and our hands touched. They were soft. Her hands and her eyes. But I quickly let go and stepped away. I dunno why though.
From Becky's perspective:
The Weasley's house is small, but I like it that way. It's not big and easy to get lost in. Ginny and Hermione silently brought me to a room that I think we three girls were all sharing. I hated the silence, but didn't know what to say. I hate it when that happens, and that is often for me. I put my stuff down on a bed they said was mine and we sat down, and I desperately tried to think of something to say. "Nice house." I finally say. Chapter four, Breakfast will be coming soon!