Chapter Six: Getting To Know Fred And George
That night Mrs. Weasley had to go to the M.O.M. with Arthur for mysterious reasons and they left before dinner.
"Do you know how to cook anything, Becky?" Mrs. Weasley asked hopefully.
"Sure! You guys don't mind if I could something from back home do you?" Becky asked everyone, and they didn't seem to mind at all.
"Some dinner from your home would be a wonderful idea!" Hermione said, and Ron rolled his eyes. "Cooking isn't a learning experience for you too, is it?" he said, and Hermione glared.
"Well, you should started cooking now, I've got to run. See you all at 8!" Mrs. Weasley called, then left.
Becky headed to the kitchen and everyone followed. "Come on guys1 I want it to be a surprise! You just hang out in the other room and I'll cook it up. Don't worry, I'll bet you'll like it. And if you don't, just put a spell on it to make it taste different. That's what I do." Becky took out some tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, ect. Ron groaned, and Becky guessed he'd be the one trying to guess what it was in the other room. She watched them leave and get comfortable in the other room through the swinging door.
Fred and George remained, grinning at her.
"Don't tell me you cook like a muggle too!" Fred said. Becky stopped mid- waving her wand as a bag of bread buns appeared.
"Well. sometimes. it's really hard I do. but if I'm working with eggs I always use magic because I like making the eggs float and then crack themselves. I also set the table with magic as well." She pointed her wand at the nearby drawer, which opened and silverware came flying out and started setting itself. Same with the plates.
"Ah yes, but you COULD do this as well." Fred pointed his wand at one of the knives which started cutting the tomatoes faster than Harry's broomstick could chase the snitch.
"Or this." George made the cups set themselves and the milk pour itself.
Becky was grinning as well.
"Try it." George insisted. Becky looked at the stove and swished her wand and suddenly a hamburger for all the Weasleys (a little extra) fell on top of the stove and started flipping themselves.
"That's it. you're making sandwiches, aren't you." George said, smiling. Becky smiled as well and nodded. Fred waved his wand again and the refrigerator door opened and some jars of pickles came out of it. None of them noticed the refrigerator walking away until George went to get more cheese since the ones Becky had got was moldy.
"HEY!" George said, running out of the kitchen. Becky and Fred followed, looking panicked. It was walking up the stairs.
"Fred, what did you DO?" Becky said as George lunged himself onto the refrigerator to pull it back down, but it bucked him off and he fell down back to the bottom of the stairs.
"I have no idea!" Fred said, gaping at the top of the stairs.
"I'll go get the others. All of us will get it down." Becky offered, running to the other room. Halfway there she heard Fred shout, "IT'S GOING INTO OUR ROOM!" then she heard someone fall down the stairs again.
"Harry! Ginny! Hermione! BILL! Come help! Fred accidentally turned the refrigerator to life!" Becky said, bursting into the room. First she saw Ginny jump, then Ron and Harry's card castle fall apart. "Sorry Harry, Ron, but come quick!"
George was wrestling it when they got there in the middle of the stairs, and many things happened at once. First bill said, "Mom's gonna kill you." second Ginny yelled EEP! as it threw George down the stairs again, and then Hermione took out her wand and yelled something and the refrigerator shrieked and stopped moving.
"Good thing we had Hermione here!" Ron said after a moments of silence and staring. Then Hermione exploded.
"WHY DO YOU AND HARRY NEVER REALIZE THAT UNTIL I HELP YOU? YOU NEVER APRECIATE ME UNTIL AFTER I DO SOMETHING TO SAVE YOUR NECKS EXPECALLY YOU RON!" She stomped her foot and ran up then stairs, Ginny running after her with a worried face. Ron raised an eyebrow.
"What was THAT about?" Ron said questioningly.
"She's got a point, Ron." Bill said.
"WHAT?" Ron started yelling.
Becky levitated the refrigerator back into the kitchen and remained in there until dinner. After a while she brought everything to the table and rung the bell for dinner.
It was silent for the rest of the evening, until Mrs. Weasley got home and found out about the refrigerator.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? MAKING THE REFRIGERATOR TURN TO LIFE?" she was bellowing. She glared at the others, who rushed out of the room. George was in there as well.
"It was an accident!" Fred said angerly.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU LET BECKY JUST DO THE COOKING?"
"We wanted to help her cook faster." George chipped in.
"Oh really." Mrs. Weasley, disbelieving. George sighed.
"Fine. I. I wanted to impress her." he said, reddening.
"Why?" Mrs. Weasley said putting her hands on her hips.
"He likes her." Fred said, grinning.
"Oh REALLY? You know she's going to leave at the end of the summer, right?"
"Yes." George just mumbled.
"Just go to your room we'll find what to do when you're father gets home." Mrs. Weasley
"Alright." Fred said, turning to the door. Chapter 7: Week Later coming soon!
That night Mrs. Weasley had to go to the M.O.M. with Arthur for mysterious reasons and they left before dinner.
"Do you know how to cook anything, Becky?" Mrs. Weasley asked hopefully.
"Sure! You guys don't mind if I could something from back home do you?" Becky asked everyone, and they didn't seem to mind at all.
"Some dinner from your home would be a wonderful idea!" Hermione said, and Ron rolled his eyes. "Cooking isn't a learning experience for you too, is it?" he said, and Hermione glared.
"Well, you should started cooking now, I've got to run. See you all at 8!" Mrs. Weasley called, then left.
Becky headed to the kitchen and everyone followed. "Come on guys1 I want it to be a surprise! You just hang out in the other room and I'll cook it up. Don't worry, I'll bet you'll like it. And if you don't, just put a spell on it to make it taste different. That's what I do." Becky took out some tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, ect. Ron groaned, and Becky guessed he'd be the one trying to guess what it was in the other room. She watched them leave and get comfortable in the other room through the swinging door.
Fred and George remained, grinning at her.
"Don't tell me you cook like a muggle too!" Fred said. Becky stopped mid- waving her wand as a bag of bread buns appeared.
"Well. sometimes. it's really hard I do. but if I'm working with eggs I always use magic because I like making the eggs float and then crack themselves. I also set the table with magic as well." She pointed her wand at the nearby drawer, which opened and silverware came flying out and started setting itself. Same with the plates.
"Ah yes, but you COULD do this as well." Fred pointed his wand at one of the knives which started cutting the tomatoes faster than Harry's broomstick could chase the snitch.
"Or this." George made the cups set themselves and the milk pour itself.
Becky was grinning as well.
"Try it." George insisted. Becky looked at the stove and swished her wand and suddenly a hamburger for all the Weasleys (a little extra) fell on top of the stove and started flipping themselves.
"That's it. you're making sandwiches, aren't you." George said, smiling. Becky smiled as well and nodded. Fred waved his wand again and the refrigerator door opened and some jars of pickles came out of it. None of them noticed the refrigerator walking away until George went to get more cheese since the ones Becky had got was moldy.
"HEY!" George said, running out of the kitchen. Becky and Fred followed, looking panicked. It was walking up the stairs.
"Fred, what did you DO?" Becky said as George lunged himself onto the refrigerator to pull it back down, but it bucked him off and he fell down back to the bottom of the stairs.
"I have no idea!" Fred said, gaping at the top of the stairs.
"I'll go get the others. All of us will get it down." Becky offered, running to the other room. Halfway there she heard Fred shout, "IT'S GOING INTO OUR ROOM!" then she heard someone fall down the stairs again.
"Harry! Ginny! Hermione! BILL! Come help! Fred accidentally turned the refrigerator to life!" Becky said, bursting into the room. First she saw Ginny jump, then Ron and Harry's card castle fall apart. "Sorry Harry, Ron, but come quick!"
George was wrestling it when they got there in the middle of the stairs, and many things happened at once. First bill said, "Mom's gonna kill you." second Ginny yelled EEP! as it threw George down the stairs again, and then Hermione took out her wand and yelled something and the refrigerator shrieked and stopped moving.
"Good thing we had Hermione here!" Ron said after a moments of silence and staring. Then Hermione exploded.
"WHY DO YOU AND HARRY NEVER REALIZE THAT UNTIL I HELP YOU? YOU NEVER APRECIATE ME UNTIL AFTER I DO SOMETHING TO SAVE YOUR NECKS EXPECALLY YOU RON!" She stomped her foot and ran up then stairs, Ginny running after her with a worried face. Ron raised an eyebrow.
"What was THAT about?" Ron said questioningly.
"She's got a point, Ron." Bill said.
"WHAT?" Ron started yelling.
Becky levitated the refrigerator back into the kitchen and remained in there until dinner. After a while she brought everything to the table and rung the bell for dinner.
It was silent for the rest of the evening, until Mrs. Weasley got home and found out about the refrigerator.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? MAKING THE REFRIGERATOR TURN TO LIFE?" she was bellowing. She glared at the others, who rushed out of the room. George was in there as well.
"It was an accident!" Fred said angerly.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU LET BECKY JUST DO THE COOKING?"
"We wanted to help her cook faster." George chipped in.
"Oh really." Mrs. Weasley, disbelieving. George sighed.
"Fine. I. I wanted to impress her." he said, reddening.
"Why?" Mrs. Weasley said putting her hands on her hips.
"He likes her." Fred said, grinning.
"Oh REALLY? You know she's going to leave at the end of the summer, right?"
"Yes." George just mumbled.
"Just go to your room we'll find what to do when you're father gets home." Mrs. Weasley
"Alright." Fred said, turning to the door. Chapter 7: Week Later coming soon!