Yes another short chapter. The others will be longer. I should say
that I do not own this, J.R.R. Tolkien does. (JUST KIDDING!)
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Chapter 2...
The door creaked open and Ronald Weasley prowled in and threw himself onto the red cushioned couch. Seeing that it was only a student (and thankfully not Dumbledore again), Evil-elf let out a sigh and picked her pizza back up. "Hello Mr. Weasley!" she said in a false cheery voice. Ron just stared at her as if he'd rather be anywhere else. It only took him seconds to realize what she truly was.
"A fanfiction author!" he screamed. "You won't get me, no, NOO!" Evil-elf amused herself by watching the redhead jump behind the couch and whimper. "Take Bill or Charlie or Percy or Fred or George, just leave me alone!"
"I come in peace", said the psychiatrist as she picked her notebook up and scribbled some notes on the Weasley's poor condition. "Now what seems to be the problem other then you have bad experiences with fanfiction authors?"
"My brothers."
"Would that be the five you just mentioned", inquired Evil-elf.
"I have a sister too."
"So tell me about this problem with your brothers and sister. Lets start with the eldest and work our way down."
"Well I've never really had a problem with Bill, that is until he babysat me when he was eighteen and I was four."
"Mmmh uh huh yeah."
"He took the job extremely seriously, so seriously that he left me at the playground, found me, went to get ice-cream, saw a girl he liked, spilled his ice-cream on me when he was busy talking to her, yelled at me when I decided to get revenge, carried me home under one arm, made me sit outside for an hour while he was trying to get ice-cream out of his hair, made me take an ice-cold bath and then he made me go to bed early and since then we haven't really made up."
"Hmm hum" she nodded sympathetically and scribbled some notes down. "How about we go to the next one?"
"We didn't get bad off till I was five and he was seventeen. He decided that he was going to take Fred and me to the park while George was getting a haircut. He sat me on the swing and pushed way to hard and I fell out and broke my arm. He was fascinated with the way I flew out of my swing and decided to study dragons." Evil-elf, despite her trying to be sympathetic, let out a snort, but covered it quickly with a cough.
"And the next."
"That would be Percy, the worst of them all. It started when I was three and he wanted to give me a lecture on the perfect principles of eating with a fork and spoon, potty training and speaking proper English. The lecture lasted three hours because everybody was to afraid of Percy at that time, nobody wanted to save me."
"A seven year old talked for four hours", she asked, forgetting that she was supposed to pretend that she did not read the books. Thankfully Ron didn't notice. "Now the next."
"Fred, he's two minutes older then George. I've disliked Fred since he used my pet puffskien for bludger practice, but I really hated him when he poured a potion in my pumpkin juice that turned my hair green for a week. The only person who was amused was that stupid git, Draco Malfoy, oh and Snape, he took twenty points off our house for unusual hair coloring in class."
"Potion teachers have a history of being vicious towards Gryffindor students."
"And my last brother is George. He's the one who almost set the Burrow on fire. It was when I was seven and we were the only ones home. He wanted to try to make dinner, I never found out what he was making, but it involved a lot of heat in the stove. He lost track of time and before long the kitchen was on fire. He ran out of the house and left me in my room. Only two minutes later I smelled smoke and alerted the ministry. George did get his though. Mum and dad made him sit in a room with Percy and listen to two hours of what not to do with a stove."
"So that's all then?"
"No there's also Ginny. I don't really have anything against her, well there was the one time Mum took her and me to town when she was five. She told me to watch her in the park while she shopped. Ginny saw a boy she liked and took off after him. It took mum and me two hours to find her sulking in the sandbox because she decided to kiss the kid and ended up being punched." Evil-elf could do nothing but stare at Ron. She made a mental note to stay away from Weasleys.
"Well I think I have the perfect solution for you! Earplugs and Weasley-no-more, it's a potion that will give you brown hair and blue eyes." Ron looked at her as if she were queen. His mouth fell open as his hand touched the Weasley-no-more. Once he had it in his hand he sped out the door without even realizing the room outside was pitch black. Evil-elf snorted as she heard an "Ouch."
lost-broken-confused: THANK YOU!!! Yes I hope they will be just as good!
mun012390: Thanks for reviewing! Here's the next chapter!
Dark Lady of Slytherin: Yes I do agree that it is quite annoying, I was just seeing if I would get any reviews. Thank you for reviewing!!!!
Chapter 2...
The door creaked open and Ronald Weasley prowled in and threw himself onto the red cushioned couch. Seeing that it was only a student (and thankfully not Dumbledore again), Evil-elf let out a sigh and picked her pizza back up. "Hello Mr. Weasley!" she said in a false cheery voice. Ron just stared at her as if he'd rather be anywhere else. It only took him seconds to realize what she truly was.
"A fanfiction author!" he screamed. "You won't get me, no, NOO!" Evil-elf amused herself by watching the redhead jump behind the couch and whimper. "Take Bill or Charlie or Percy or Fred or George, just leave me alone!"
"I come in peace", said the psychiatrist as she picked her notebook up and scribbled some notes on the Weasley's poor condition. "Now what seems to be the problem other then you have bad experiences with fanfiction authors?"
"My brothers."
"Would that be the five you just mentioned", inquired Evil-elf.
"I have a sister too."
"So tell me about this problem with your brothers and sister. Lets start with the eldest and work our way down."
"Well I've never really had a problem with Bill, that is until he babysat me when he was eighteen and I was four."
"Mmmh uh huh yeah."
"He took the job extremely seriously, so seriously that he left me at the playground, found me, went to get ice-cream, saw a girl he liked, spilled his ice-cream on me when he was busy talking to her, yelled at me when I decided to get revenge, carried me home under one arm, made me sit outside for an hour while he was trying to get ice-cream out of his hair, made me take an ice-cold bath and then he made me go to bed early and since then we haven't really made up."
"Hmm hum" she nodded sympathetically and scribbled some notes down. "How about we go to the next one?"
"We didn't get bad off till I was five and he was seventeen. He decided that he was going to take Fred and me to the park while George was getting a haircut. He sat me on the swing and pushed way to hard and I fell out and broke my arm. He was fascinated with the way I flew out of my swing and decided to study dragons." Evil-elf, despite her trying to be sympathetic, let out a snort, but covered it quickly with a cough.
"And the next."
"That would be Percy, the worst of them all. It started when I was three and he wanted to give me a lecture on the perfect principles of eating with a fork and spoon, potty training and speaking proper English. The lecture lasted three hours because everybody was to afraid of Percy at that time, nobody wanted to save me."
"A seven year old talked for four hours", she asked, forgetting that she was supposed to pretend that she did not read the books. Thankfully Ron didn't notice. "Now the next."
"Fred, he's two minutes older then George. I've disliked Fred since he used my pet puffskien for bludger practice, but I really hated him when he poured a potion in my pumpkin juice that turned my hair green for a week. The only person who was amused was that stupid git, Draco Malfoy, oh and Snape, he took twenty points off our house for unusual hair coloring in class."
"Potion teachers have a history of being vicious towards Gryffindor students."
"And my last brother is George. He's the one who almost set the Burrow on fire. It was when I was seven and we were the only ones home. He wanted to try to make dinner, I never found out what he was making, but it involved a lot of heat in the stove. He lost track of time and before long the kitchen was on fire. He ran out of the house and left me in my room. Only two minutes later I smelled smoke and alerted the ministry. George did get his though. Mum and dad made him sit in a room with Percy and listen to two hours of what not to do with a stove."
"So that's all then?"
"No there's also Ginny. I don't really have anything against her, well there was the one time Mum took her and me to town when she was five. She told me to watch her in the park while she shopped. Ginny saw a boy she liked and took off after him. It took mum and me two hours to find her sulking in the sandbox because she decided to kiss the kid and ended up being punched." Evil-elf could do nothing but stare at Ron. She made a mental note to stay away from Weasleys.
"Well I think I have the perfect solution for you! Earplugs and Weasley-no-more, it's a potion that will give you brown hair and blue eyes." Ron looked at her as if she were queen. His mouth fell open as his hand touched the Weasley-no-more. Once he had it in his hand he sped out the door without even realizing the room outside was pitch black. Evil-elf snorted as she heard an "Ouch."