Xenith
" 'DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FRST SIGHT?'
'YES. WITH ALL MY HEART.' "
~~~eRIN
Chapter Two
It was nearly noon when Fred and George finally woke up the next day.
"Good," Mrs. Weasley greeted her twin sons as they entered the kitchen. "You're finally up. After you've done eating I want the two of you and Ron to bring this over to the new neighbours. I would myself, but I have to bring you're father's lunch to the Ministry."
"Yes mum." They replied in unison as they sat down at the table. Mrs. Weasley set down a bowl of something green in front of her two sons.
"Now, don't you forget about it." She warned.
"What is it?" George asked, peering into the bowl.
"It's a Muggle treat. Jellie-O, or something, I think."
"Why does it wiggle like that?" Fred questioned as he shook the bowl.
"I don't know, it just does. But I think our new neighbors are Muggles and I wanted to greet them with something they might like. But, I've got to be off! Don't forget about you're brother." And she disappeated.
"Ron!" George bellowed up the stairs when they had finished eating.
"What?" Ron said, coming down the stairs.
"You have to come meet the new neighbours with us. It should only take a few minutes."
"Fine." Ron groaned and he followed George, Fred, and the Jellie-O out of the house and next door.
Just as Fred was about to knock on the door they heard a huge explosion from inside followed by a loud 'Damn it! Mat, what EXACTly was on the couch?' A male voice came in then. 'How am I supposed to know?' 'Well come clean it up.' 'I'm kind of busy right now Chris.' 'Fine!'
Fred knocked on the door and a few moments later and the girl they'd seen the previous day had opened the door; covered in soot. Just through the dust coating her face he could see the shiny remnants of a three clawed scar that seemed to trace itself from her cheek down underneath her dark wine coloured tunic. Beneath the tunic she had on thickly woven baggy pants that ended round her bare feet. A pair of dark goggles adorned the top of her head causing her hair to stick out at odd angles.
"Yes?" She greeted them impatiently when none of the Weasleys said anything. "What do you want?"
"Um---" Fred began, startled at her strange appearance. "We're your new neighbours." He held out the bowl.
"What's that?" She poked the Jellie-O with a dirty finger and it squirmed at her touch.
"It's Jellie-O . . . or something."
"Is that some kind of Muggle thing?"
"So you're not a Muggle?" George said, surprised.
"No." She laughed.
"How'd you know we weren't Muggles?"
"I saw---" She pointed to Ron.
"Ron." Ron replied.
"---Ron drop a tiny owl out the window the other day with a letter tied to its leg."
"Oh."
"Do you want to come in or something?"
"Yeah, sure." Fred replied.
"Can I go?" Ron complained. "I was kind of in the middle of something."
"Leave." George said, following the girl inside. "What happened?" He asked as they passed through the living room and he noticed a smoldering piece of furniture surrounded by black soot marks.
"Oh, the couch caught fire." She explained, taking the bowl away from Fred and into the kitchen. "Not sure exactly how it happened."
"You set fire to the couch?" Fred asked not truly believing her.
"No my git-of-a brother did. The prat got me covered in soot."
"The biggest thing we ever blew up was an armchair." He hissed to George as the girl poked at the Jellie-O with a fork.
"I'm Chris, by the way. Chris Jameson." She tipped the bowl over the sink and shook it roughly, biting her bottom lip as she did so.
"Fred."
"George." They introduced themselves.
"You're Weasley's, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"The hair was a tip off. But I know your father and it was rumoured you lived in the area."
"Chris, what's that short for?" Fred asked as the green Jellie-O slipped out of the bowl in one giant-jiggily piece.
"Christopher. My dad wanted all boys." She turned to the twins---finally having given up on the Jellie-O---and said, "Come on then. Might as well show you the house."
The first room they approached smelled strongly of fire and reptiles.
"What the - ?" Fred began. "Oh, this is so illegal." He finished the glee evident in his impish face as he stopped in the doorway. Three of the walls were covered in cages and pens. Each pen held a small dragon.
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" 'DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FRST SIGHT?'
'YES. WITH ALL MY HEART.' "
~~~eRIN
Chapter Two
It was nearly noon when Fred and George finally woke up the next day.
"Good," Mrs. Weasley greeted her twin sons as they entered the kitchen. "You're finally up. After you've done eating I want the two of you and Ron to bring this over to the new neighbours. I would myself, but I have to bring you're father's lunch to the Ministry."
"Yes mum." They replied in unison as they sat down at the table. Mrs. Weasley set down a bowl of something green in front of her two sons.
"Now, don't you forget about it." She warned.
"What is it?" George asked, peering into the bowl.
"It's a Muggle treat. Jellie-O, or something, I think."
"Why does it wiggle like that?" Fred questioned as he shook the bowl.
"I don't know, it just does. But I think our new neighbors are Muggles and I wanted to greet them with something they might like. But, I've got to be off! Don't forget about you're brother." And she disappeated.
"Ron!" George bellowed up the stairs when they had finished eating.
"What?" Ron said, coming down the stairs.
"You have to come meet the new neighbours with us. It should only take a few minutes."
"Fine." Ron groaned and he followed George, Fred, and the Jellie-O out of the house and next door.
Just as Fred was about to knock on the door they heard a huge explosion from inside followed by a loud 'Damn it! Mat, what EXACTly was on the couch?' A male voice came in then. 'How am I supposed to know?' 'Well come clean it up.' 'I'm kind of busy right now Chris.' 'Fine!'
Fred knocked on the door and a few moments later and the girl they'd seen the previous day had opened the door; covered in soot. Just through the dust coating her face he could see the shiny remnants of a three clawed scar that seemed to trace itself from her cheek down underneath her dark wine coloured tunic. Beneath the tunic she had on thickly woven baggy pants that ended round her bare feet. A pair of dark goggles adorned the top of her head causing her hair to stick out at odd angles.
"Yes?" She greeted them impatiently when none of the Weasleys said anything. "What do you want?"
"Um---" Fred began, startled at her strange appearance. "We're your new neighbours." He held out the bowl.
"What's that?" She poked the Jellie-O with a dirty finger and it squirmed at her touch.
"It's Jellie-O . . . or something."
"Is that some kind of Muggle thing?"
"So you're not a Muggle?" George said, surprised.
"No." She laughed.
"How'd you know we weren't Muggles?"
"I saw---" She pointed to Ron.
"Ron." Ron replied.
"---Ron drop a tiny owl out the window the other day with a letter tied to its leg."
"Oh."
"Do you want to come in or something?"
"Yeah, sure." Fred replied.
"Can I go?" Ron complained. "I was kind of in the middle of something."
"Leave." George said, following the girl inside. "What happened?" He asked as they passed through the living room and he noticed a smoldering piece of furniture surrounded by black soot marks.
"Oh, the couch caught fire." She explained, taking the bowl away from Fred and into the kitchen. "Not sure exactly how it happened."
"You set fire to the couch?" Fred asked not truly believing her.
"No my git-of-a brother did. The prat got me covered in soot."
"The biggest thing we ever blew up was an armchair." He hissed to George as the girl poked at the Jellie-O with a fork.
"I'm Chris, by the way. Chris Jameson." She tipped the bowl over the sink and shook it roughly, biting her bottom lip as she did so.
"Fred."
"George." They introduced themselves.
"You're Weasley's, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"The hair was a tip off. But I know your father and it was rumoured you lived in the area."
"Chris, what's that short for?" Fred asked as the green Jellie-O slipped out of the bowl in one giant-jiggily piece.
"Christopher. My dad wanted all boys." She turned to the twins---finally having given up on the Jellie-O---and said, "Come on then. Might as well show you the house."
The first room they approached smelled strongly of fire and reptiles.
"What the - ?" Fred began. "Oh, this is so illegal." He finished the glee evident in his impish face as he stopped in the doorway. Three of the walls were covered in cages and pens. Each pen held a small dragon.
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((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
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