In the absence of Mrs.Weasley, who was gone doing some errands, the living
room carpet was now occupied by Ron ,Christian ,Fred and ,George[ Fred and
George were staying there for the weekend] who were wrestling.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!Don't bite me!!!!!!!!!!'' Ron cried out. Christian
used Ron's slight attention drift to his advantage. He squeezed Ron in to a
tight head lock and pulled him to the ground. " Say
it!" he commanded to Ron. " Never!" groaned Ron, who was trying to push
Christian off of him.
Christian was the only Weasley in half a century to not have red hair. In fact he had chocolate brown hair. He was tall and broad- shouldered, but fit, (as a child he had played on his town's local football team) and he had been beating Ron at everything he did. Which had seriously ticked Ron off.
"All right, stop, you beat me, you faggot." Ron pleaded. "You both had better stop this instant!!" yelled a voice of a short woman towering over them.
"Mum!" exclaimed Ron, "We were just playing a friendly game of wrestling, you know, practicing for quiditch. Besides, it was Fred and George's idea!"
"Fred and George? I don't see Fred and George. All I see is you two sixteen year-olds rolling around on the carpet when you were supposed to be cleaning so YOUR friends could come!! You both disgust me!" And with that Molly Weasley swept from the room and into the kitchen, where she vigoursaly started scrubbing the counter.
"Where did Fred and George go? I hate it when they dissaparate and leave me with all the blame." complained Ron, while Christian followed his aunt into the kitchen.
"Aunt Molly" Christian bellowed, "You know, I tried to tell Ron that we should be cleaning and not playing, but then again, once he has his mind set on something, well.... you know how he is!"
"Oh please!" Mrs. Weasley answered, "Don't give me that bullcrap! Your suck- up stuff might work on your lovely mother, but it doesn't work on me! And where have Fred and George gotten to? I need to see them too! And get to cleaning!"
Hermoine was waiting patiently for Harry to arrive. They were meeting at the Local Wizard's Floo House, where they would be traveling to the Burrow. Her parents had left her a few minutes ago, not wanting to be late for their appointments. It wasn't that Hermoine didn't like her parents, it was that she hardly ever saw them, and well, she had grown apart from them. She barely knew them anymore, and she didn't really call the house her parents grew up in her home. It was more like a vacation house she rented for a couple of months every year. Hogwarts was her home.
Hermoine was sitting on a bench and reading her "light travel book" called A thousand things you could want to know about a wand when a tall, black- haired boy approached her. It was her best friend, Harry Potter. He actually didn't look too bad, considering what happened to him a little over a month ago.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, jumping up from her bench and wrapping her arms around him. "So, how's your aunt?"
Harry replied, "Well, I don't exactly miss her or anything...but the order (he dramatically lowered his voice at this word) is looking for her. I just don't really get why anyone would want her. I mean, she's a pain in the-"
"Harry! That's not a very nice thing to say about the woman who raised you!"
"Yeah, yeah, let's just go, ok?"
"Ok."
Ron lay on the couch, fiddling with the muggle game his father had brought home from his work yesterday, apparently it was called "Bop it!" and Ron wasn't exactly brilliant at it. Well, except maybe for the way he was greatly entertained by the sounds. "Bop it!" "Twist it!" "Pull it!" Everytime the small machine would say this, he would laugh gleefully! (How does it say that without enchantment?)
Christian, who had been playing his guitar (Back in black by ACDC) looked over at Ron and said, "You know, my little sister Alex had one of those a couple of years ago, they're really not that hard."
"Oh, well if you're so brilliant then, why don't you try!"
"Fine" said Christian, setting down his guitar and grabbing the Bop it from Ron.
Harry went through to the Burrow first, Hermoine following through the flames. He landed in the midst of the Burrow living room just in time to see a tall, good looking boy lose on a Bop it game. (Pull it! AAHHHH!!! That sucked! Score 786!) Ron gasped, "How did you do that?" Christian replied, "Like I said, it's really not that hard man." Ron gaped at Christian as he turned around to pick up his guitar and strike a tune, but upon seeing Harry and Hermione standing in the fireplace. "Ahh...you two must be Harry and Hermione, I knew you were coming, but, I didn't know that YOU were coming." he said, sidestepping Harry and bowing in front of a slightly ash-covered Hermione. "Well...um..ok" she replied. "Glad to meet you too." With these words, Christian bent low and kissed her hand, saying, "Allow me to introduce myself, the name's Weasley, Christian Weasley." "Ha ha, you're quite the funny one, but extremely charming." she said, flashing him a quick smile and moving on to a slightly red-faced Ron. "Hey Ron!" she said, giving him a quick hug, just like the one she had given Harry a moment before.
Christian was the only Weasley in half a century to not have red hair. In fact he had chocolate brown hair. He was tall and broad- shouldered, but fit, (as a child he had played on his town's local football team) and he had been beating Ron at everything he did. Which had seriously ticked Ron off.
"All right, stop, you beat me, you faggot." Ron pleaded. "You both had better stop this instant!!" yelled a voice of a short woman towering over them.
"Mum!" exclaimed Ron, "We were just playing a friendly game of wrestling, you know, practicing for quiditch. Besides, it was Fred and George's idea!"
"Fred and George? I don't see Fred and George. All I see is you two sixteen year-olds rolling around on the carpet when you were supposed to be cleaning so YOUR friends could come!! You both disgust me!" And with that Molly Weasley swept from the room and into the kitchen, where she vigoursaly started scrubbing the counter.
"Where did Fred and George go? I hate it when they dissaparate and leave me with all the blame." complained Ron, while Christian followed his aunt into the kitchen.
"Aunt Molly" Christian bellowed, "You know, I tried to tell Ron that we should be cleaning and not playing, but then again, once he has his mind set on something, well.... you know how he is!"
"Oh please!" Mrs. Weasley answered, "Don't give me that bullcrap! Your suck- up stuff might work on your lovely mother, but it doesn't work on me! And where have Fred and George gotten to? I need to see them too! And get to cleaning!"
Hermoine was waiting patiently for Harry to arrive. They were meeting at the Local Wizard's Floo House, where they would be traveling to the Burrow. Her parents had left her a few minutes ago, not wanting to be late for their appointments. It wasn't that Hermoine didn't like her parents, it was that she hardly ever saw them, and well, she had grown apart from them. She barely knew them anymore, and she didn't really call the house her parents grew up in her home. It was more like a vacation house she rented for a couple of months every year. Hogwarts was her home.
Hermoine was sitting on a bench and reading her "light travel book" called A thousand things you could want to know about a wand when a tall, black- haired boy approached her. It was her best friend, Harry Potter. He actually didn't look too bad, considering what happened to him a little over a month ago.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, jumping up from her bench and wrapping her arms around him. "So, how's your aunt?"
Harry replied, "Well, I don't exactly miss her or anything...but the order (he dramatically lowered his voice at this word) is looking for her. I just don't really get why anyone would want her. I mean, she's a pain in the-"
"Harry! That's not a very nice thing to say about the woman who raised you!"
"Yeah, yeah, let's just go, ok?"
"Ok."
Ron lay on the couch, fiddling with the muggle game his father had brought home from his work yesterday, apparently it was called "Bop it!" and Ron wasn't exactly brilliant at it. Well, except maybe for the way he was greatly entertained by the sounds. "Bop it!" "Twist it!" "Pull it!" Everytime the small machine would say this, he would laugh gleefully! (How does it say that without enchantment?)
Christian, who had been playing his guitar (Back in black by ACDC) looked over at Ron and said, "You know, my little sister Alex had one of those a couple of years ago, they're really not that hard."
"Oh, well if you're so brilliant then, why don't you try!"
"Fine" said Christian, setting down his guitar and grabbing the Bop it from Ron.
Harry went through to the Burrow first, Hermoine following through the flames. He landed in the midst of the Burrow living room just in time to see a tall, good looking boy lose on a Bop it game. (Pull it! AAHHHH!!! That sucked! Score 786!) Ron gasped, "How did you do that?" Christian replied, "Like I said, it's really not that hard man." Ron gaped at Christian as he turned around to pick up his guitar and strike a tune, but upon seeing Harry and Hermione standing in the fireplace. "Ahh...you two must be Harry and Hermione, I knew you were coming, but, I didn't know that YOU were coming." he said, sidestepping Harry and bowing in front of a slightly ash-covered Hermione. "Well...um..ok" she replied. "Glad to meet you too." With these words, Christian bent low and kissed her hand, saying, "Allow me to introduce myself, the name's Weasley, Christian Weasley." "Ha ha, you're quite the funny one, but extremely charming." she said, flashing him a quick smile and moving on to a slightly red-faced Ron. "Hey Ron!" she said, giving him a quick hug, just like the one she had given Harry a moment before.