A/N: I'm ba~ack.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hp. Nor do I own Kari, her family, Roka, his family, Popurii, Junpei, or General Ayre (did I forget any one?). Olive is mine!
Simply Roses
Chapter II: Merely Buttercups
The Creepy, Scary and Possibly Haunted Hotel – Room Seventeen
The door of Roka's hotel room creaked shut. He'd arrived. He'd finally arrived. No, really the creepy hotel was a lot larger than first expected. Each floor held only one room, and his room just had to be room 17, the last room. To top it off, all the rooms were underground . . . joy.
So, first Roka had to check in with the not-exactly-polite lady at the front desk. The experience didn't give him the best impression of the place. After that Roka had walked down flights upon flights of staircase. He'd passed all of the other rooms, catching bits of and pieces of conversations from the other side of the doors, before finally reaching his room.
The room was, although still creepy and holding a haunted air, well kept. The walls were covered in old floral wallpaper, and the single twin bed was under the window that mimicked the rainy weather outside.
It quickly registered to Roka that the family owl, a great gray, was perched on the bedside table. "Hello Lida, what do you have for me?" The owl hooted and stuck out her leg, allowing the young American to untie the message from her leg. Roka glanced at the envelope, recognized the writing as his mother's and tossed it aside. He'd read his mother's worries later. At that moment he was more interested in sleeping.
12 Grimmauld Place
"Are you sure about this George?" Fred asked his twin as they peered out at their anxiously waiting parents.
"Of course I'm sure, extendable ears never lie." George said certainly. "Mum said Aunt Agate and Uncle Ailin are going to be here tonight!"
"Why'd they come all the way to England?"
George glanced at Fred out of the corner of his eye. "The Order, what else?"
"But from Ireland? Come off it." Fred said disbelieving.
Before George could reply, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had both fell silent from their restless chatter. The twins turned their gaze to match their parents. Their eyes fell upon tall and brunette uncle Ailin and fair red haired aunt Agate. Carefully the two made their way out of their hiding spot. If they were lucky they'd be able to make it seem like they had casually walked in on this.
Apparently today wasn't the twins' lucky day.
"Fred, George, what are you up to?"
The two winced. "Ah – what are you talking about, we're doing nothing, nothing at all." Fred said, quickly trying to explain.
"Don't lie; you've been there the whole time haven't you?" Molly Weasley asked.
"Ah . . ."
"Molly, it's alright. It's not like we're doing anything they can't know about." Ailin said in a soft Irish accent.
Molly sighed. "I know, you just never know what they're up to these days." With that, she turned and left for the kitchens.
"Could you two help Olive with her luggage please?" Agate asked the twins.
"Who?"
"Olive," Agate explained, "My young niece. She and her brother and sister will be attending Hogwarts with Ron and Ginny for the next couple of years."
A/N: Today's chapter is the result of listening way too much to "Give a Reason". (Cookies to those that can identify the anime series that's from)
Sorry it's so short; I'm doing what I can.
Thank you to my otousan for the idea of the floral wallpaper on the hotel rooms walls!
Thank you to those that reviewed! You give me the encouragement to write more!
