Williamina Catherine Weasley was a girl that loved to read. Her father often
told her it was from her mother. She hadn't wanted ever to have any fun in
School too. He would grin happily at some memory.
She was nearly finished with her book Muggles and Wizards: How do we survive? when the Library doors ripped open with a thunderous slam. It reminded Williamina briefly of the stories her mother would tell about her old Potions master.
Instead of some furious monsterous teacher coming into the room though it was her little sister Elizabeth Anna Weasley. At nine years old Elizabeth was the youngest student ever admitted into Hogwarts School. She had the brains of their mother and the looks of both their parents combined in a firey head of red bushy hair that seemed to dance upon her shoulders as she hurried along.
Williamina, however, looked almost nothing like her other sisters, who had the trademark red hair of the Weasley family, where she herself had black colored wavy hair to her shoulders and all most black colored eyes. Her twin brother Harry looked more like their mother than she did though making him seem more like the Weasley in looks that she never had been.
"Beth, shouldn't you be going along to class?" asked Williamina softly. "I know we're in different Houses but I'm pretty sure you should be right now."
Beth was in Hufflepuff House and both twins were in Slytherin. They all most never had classes together.
"Mina, please just listen." Beth replied excitedly. "I heard Mum is coming to the School. I saw uncle Harry talking with Professor Dumbledore."
"What about Dad?" asked Williamina.
Her father never seemed to be pleased with her School work before. Williamina hoped he would stay away at least until first year was over for them. She was suprised to hear their mother was coming six months into the term for a visit.
"No, Dad's still working at the Ministry."
"He always is." Mina muttered dryly.
"Be nice about Dad." snapped Beth in return."He works hard for us and Mum."
"Whatever," Williamina quipped. She didn't want to fight with her little sister.
"Did you hear that they found some old teacher in the woods?" Beth asked suddenly.
Williaminas eyes lit up at the abrupt change in topic. Beth was always good for it. So was little Molly for that matter at only three years old. She briefly wondered if Alexandra would be too before replying.
"No," Mina declared sounding slightly annoyed.
"Well, there was." Beth said firmly. "I think it was that famous one from the old war that went missing."
"He's dead, Bethy." Mina told her shaking her head over her book. "Mum said he was dead a long time ago."
"What if she was wrong?"
"Mum is never wrong, Bethy."
"She could be."
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She was nearly finished with her book Muggles and Wizards: How do we survive? when the Library doors ripped open with a thunderous slam. It reminded Williamina briefly of the stories her mother would tell about her old Potions master.
Instead of some furious monsterous teacher coming into the room though it was her little sister Elizabeth Anna Weasley. At nine years old Elizabeth was the youngest student ever admitted into Hogwarts School. She had the brains of their mother and the looks of both their parents combined in a firey head of red bushy hair that seemed to dance upon her shoulders as she hurried along.
Williamina, however, looked almost nothing like her other sisters, who had the trademark red hair of the Weasley family, where she herself had black colored wavy hair to her shoulders and all most black colored eyes. Her twin brother Harry looked more like their mother than she did though making him seem more like the Weasley in looks that she never had been.
"Beth, shouldn't you be going along to class?" asked Williamina softly. "I know we're in different Houses but I'm pretty sure you should be right now."
Beth was in Hufflepuff House and both twins were in Slytherin. They all most never had classes together.
"Mina, please just listen." Beth replied excitedly. "I heard Mum is coming to the School. I saw uncle Harry talking with Professor Dumbledore."
"What about Dad?" asked Williamina.
Her father never seemed to be pleased with her School work before. Williamina hoped he would stay away at least until first year was over for them. She was suprised to hear their mother was coming six months into the term for a visit.
"No, Dad's still working at the Ministry."
"He always is." Mina muttered dryly.
"Be nice about Dad." snapped Beth in return."He works hard for us and Mum."
"Whatever," Williamina quipped. She didn't want to fight with her little sister.
"Did you hear that they found some old teacher in the woods?" Beth asked suddenly.
Williaminas eyes lit up at the abrupt change in topic. Beth was always good for it. So was little Molly for that matter at only three years old. She briefly wondered if Alexandra would be too before replying.
"No," Mina declared sounding slightly annoyed.
"Well, there was." Beth said firmly. "I think it was that famous one from the old war that went missing."
"He's dead, Bethy." Mina told her shaking her head over her book. "Mum said he was dead a long time ago."
"What if she was wrong?"
"Mum is never wrong, Bethy."
"She could be."
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