Dinner at the Weasley's

Two weeks later, Teresa, who the twins now called 'Terry,' had tested seven products, all with perfect results. They had lived up to their deal, which was still one-third of the profits, and the twins had found it nice to find another person around the store. Five of the tests had been played on her with out her consent. Luckily for them, though, she had a better temper than their mother, and would always laugh along- once the effects had worn off. She would always come to work on time, and when the twins accidentally slept in too late once or twice, she would be the one to open the store up. There was on time, though, when she was late for work.

Fred had been surprised when she popped in front of him the last Monday of that month. Her all-ready slightly sunken-in appearance was more so, and her hair was a mess; not her normal state for work.

'What's wrong?' he asked, but she shook her head, giving him a weak smile.

'Nothing's wrong, slept a bit too late, that's all…' she said, and went into the back room. George passed her as she walked in and furrowed his brow.

'What's wrong with her, Fredsy?' he asked, and Fred shrugged.

'I don't know, she said she slept too late.'

'Rather… disheveled for sleeping in too late…' George said, and went back into the room to check on her. He was surprised to see her curled up on the floor, next to the cauldron, asleep.

'I think someone partied too hard last night, Georges!' Fred exclaimed in a whisper. George nodded, and shrugged.

'Let her sleep, we don't need her that much today.' George said, and Fred agreed as they shut the door.

The twins had shoved that to the back of their mind, figuring the very thing that George had suggested: she had 'partied 'earty,' as Terry had put it after she woke up at about four that afternoon. Besides, the next day she came back like her old self.

Today the twins were putting a new product out: Eye Bulging Specks, which were glasses that, when you put them on, made your eyes bulge out through the frames. The test had gone well, Terry's eyes had returned to their normal state. Which is why, when she appeared in front of the counter wearing glasses, the twin's became rather worried.

'Er-' Fred said, glancing at George.

'Got new glasses?'

'The Specks didn't-'

'Do that to you…' They took turns asking the question and Terry couldn't help but let out a rather large laugh. (When she did laugh they were loud, often echoing through other rooms.)

'No, no, I forgot to put my contacts in this morning,' she said, and the twins nodded.

'What are contacts?' George asked, and with a wave of her wand, a small case with two circles appeared on the counter, along with a bottle of solution. With another flick the case opened up and two contacts (colored green) floated in the air while the bottle dropped solution into them.

'Contacts 'elp correct your vision wiv out the use of glasses. Muggles wash 'em with their 'ands, but I like to do other things while they rinse off.'

'Why are they colored, you all ready have green eyes?'

'Make the green more pronounced,' she shrugged, and took one carefully out of the air, sticking it in her eye, then the other.

'And you say these are made by Muggles?'

'Yep, rather clever of them.'

'Dad'd love her!' Fred said, elbowing George.

'Your pops?' she asked, and George nodded.

'He's fascinated with Muggle things, thinks their great. I don't think he's ever heard of longats before.'

'Contacts,' Terry corrected.

'Right,' George said, until he remembered something Mrs. Weasley had said over dinner that previous night, 'Fred, mum wanted us to invite her to dinner, remember?' George said, and Fred nodded.

'That completely slipped my mind!' Fred exclaimed, and turned to Terry, who was currently making her case and solution disappear. 'Terry, mum wants you to come to dinner at some time, is tonight good?' he asked, and Terry nodded.

'Sure, I've got nothing planned,' she said, and the twins glanced at each other, grinning.

'Lovely,' they said together as a customer came into the store.

That night, since Terry really had no clue where the Burrow was, they decided to use floo powder. After all, aparating was rather dangerous when one didn't know where they were aparating to. Terry was the last one that went, and when she appeared in the Weasley's fireplace, she looked around, wide-eyed. She, honestly, hadn't seen the house of a Wizarding family for a great deal of time. Pans were stirring themselves, and forks were setting themselves at their places. She climbed out and watched as the twin's clock hand turned to 'home.'

The twins thought it odd that she looked at it with so much curiosity.

'Don't you have one of those?' Fred asked, and Terry's attention was dragged away from it.

'Oh, yeah, I do, it's just… your family's so big!' she said, and the twins nodded.

'Yep, seven of us,' they agreed, and looked around the house.

'Mum!'

'We've brought company!' Fred said, and they heard a voice behind them.

'Who's that?' the red haired girl asked.

'Hi, Ginny!' George said, motioning to her, 'this is our little sister, Terry,' he said, and Terry stuck her hand out to the youngest Weasley.

''Ello!' she said cheerfully, and Ginny said the same, suppressing a giggle. Terry figured out what she was trying to not laugh at and shrugged.

'Go a'ead, laugh, I know I'm cockney,' she said, and Ginny giggled out loud. Just then Mrs. Weasley appeared.

'Mum!' He said, and was about to introduce them when Mrs. Weasley went up to Terry, shaking her hand.

'Hello, dear!' she said happily, 'you must be the one they hired!'

'Yes I am, ma'am,' Terry said as they let go.

'Dear, you look awfully thin, it's not those jokes the twins are testing on you, is it?' she asked, eyeing her boys, who looked quite innocent at the moment, checking what was cooking. Terry denied it, and explained that her money had been tight recently. Mrs. Weasley understood perfectly, and set another place for her. 'Charlie and Bill are supposed to be coming soon,' she said as she bid the pans to put the food into serving dishes. 'Bill said next week, but Charlie wasn't sure.'

'Are they the two oldest?'

'Yes, both in Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Did you go to Hogwarts?'

'Yes, I was three years ahead of the twins, and one year ahead of your other… I can't remember his name, though…'

'Yes, we know which one you mean,' George said quickly, giving Terry a look that clearly said don't say a word about him. She shut her mouth quickly, as another person walked through the door.

'Hello, Arthur!' Mrs. Weasley said happily and pecked him on the cheek, 'good day at work?'

'Wonderful!' Mr. Weasley said happily, putting his cloak on the hat stand, which stretched out as Mr. Weasley dropped it. 'Not a disturbance anywhere, totally peaceful! Oh, who are you?' he asked, looking at Terry. Terry, was again, introduced as Fred added 'she's got congats, Dad!'

'Congats? Never heard of them.'

'Contacts,' Terry corrected, 'they improve my site without glasses, something made by Muggles.'

'Muggles!' Mr. Weasley exclaimed happily, 'and where are they?'

'They're in her eye, Dad!' George exclaimed, and Mr. Weasley looked closely at her eye, seeing the small circle.

'They're tiny,' he said, and sat at the table, 'Muggles are brilliant for trying, they really are. I've got a large collection of batteries and plugs. Contacts don't run on eckeltricity, do they?'

'No, they're electricity free.'

'Electricity, I must remember to say it correctly.' Mr. Weasley said, as Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs for Ron. When he came down, Terry was introduced to him as well, and they started to eat dinner.

'This is loverly, Mrs. Weasley,' Terry said after swallowing a mouthful of food, 'I 'aven't eaten a real meal in ages.'

'Have as much as you'd like,' Mrs. Weasley said, and offered her more potatoes, which she took thankfully. By the end Terry was full, a sensation which she hadn't had in a long while.

'Now, how old are you?' Mrs. Weasley asked as she cleared the table, and Terry leaned back in her chair.

'Twenty-one, twenty two soon, though, got a birfday coming up soon.'

'Oh, really? When?'

'Twentieth.'

'Oh, you must come over for cake!' Mrs. Weasley said, but Terry looked at her nervously.

'Erm… I don' I don' know if I can, I've got other plans, with family.' She said, and Mrs. Weasley smiled.

'I understand, dear, well, I'll send you an owl then.'

'Thank you, Mrs. Weasley,' Terry smiled and stood. 'I really must be going, thank you, it was wonderful.' Terry said, and the others said goodbye as she popped out of site.

'She's brave.' Ron said, and Ginny raised an eyebrow.

'Why do you say that?'

'She's works for those two,' Ron said, motioning to the twins, who both let out a rather large sneeze at the same time. Ron flinched, he hated it when they did that, it happened every time they got sick. 'Do you have to become ill at the same time every ruddy time?' he asked while going up the stairs, and Mrs. Weasley put a hand on both their foreheads.

'You're getting a chill,' she concluded, but the twins shook their heads.

'Mum, we're fine. Besides, tomorrow's the big sale, every kid will be there.' George said, but Molly Weasley would hear no more of it; she sent them up to bed.

Don'cha hate it when ff.n is down for days? Yeah, me too… well, I have the whole thing finished, now I just need to post it all. Yup… that's all I need to do… posty posty posty… *drops head on keyboard*