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Chapter Two
Gwendolyn managed to swallow the lump in her throat as the table broke into pandemonium. Everyone was fine when the pitches levitated but when she acted shocked and surprised (which any normal person would do I may add) everyone got excited. Gwendolyn stood up and picked up the glass pitcher. She turned it over in her hands and lifted it high for her to see the bottom. "Cool trick, how does it work?"
The table quieted down. "Are you like all magicians? Or illusionists? 'Cause that was pretty freaky."
Mrs. Weasley took Gwendolyn's arm. "We'll explain later. Let's all eat and leave the TRICKS for later." Whatever tricks meant, Gwendolyn saw nothing else out of the ordinary. After dinner, the men disappeared into the living room and Gwendolyn found herself helping to clear the table. She was mostly in the way, not knowing where stuff goes and the fact that she never did the chore in her life.
She took a deep breath as scrapped the leftovers into the garbage. Just think, she told herself, you wanted to move out of a boarding school. Chores build character. She hoped so. Mrs. Weasley asked her questions on how she got here and how was her travels. The other girls talked quietly to themselves. Gwendolyn started to feel like she didn't belong. Everyone was wearing comfortable clothing; Mrs. Weasley appeared to have a homemade knitted sweater. She must have paid a fortune for it. Gwendolyn had her gray dress pants with a light pink blouse. Her Tiffany necklaces neatly tucked under her shirt but her earrings winked in the bright kitchen. Definitely, over dressed. Good thing she bought some jeans and t-shirts before leaving.
"Gwendolyn, why don't you have a seat in the living room? We're almost finished in here." Gwendolyn excused herself and followed where the guys were. To her surprise only Mr. Wealsey and the youngest son and his friends where there. They must have been in a debate over a sports team for Harry was pointing at Ron. "Wood is new but we know how good he is as a keeper."
"Oh, please continue," Gwendolyn, said as they conversation stopped. "I follow football, but I'm afraid that I haven't heard of Wood. Is he new? When I'm home TSN never talks about the Premierships."
Harry gave a laugh. "No, we're not talking about football. If you're planning on saying here I'm sure you'll hear about it all the time though."
Gwendolyn felt a little disappointed. Her first attempt to have something in common with her host family failed miserably. Mrs. Weasley came in, followed by the girls. She felt horribly outnumbered.
Mr. Weasley cleared his throat. "I'm afraid there was a mix up with the paperwork. We were expecting someone else."
"Oh . . ." Gwendolyn felt her inside contract. "Well, I'm sorry to cause a commotion, I can have -- "
Molly shook her head. "You're are welcomed to stay for the year. Arthur and I would love to have your company but there is one thing you should know before you agree to stay." Gwendolyn began to fiddle with her necklace. Are these people crazy? Axe murders? "We're all witches and wizards."
Gwendolyn nodded seriously. "I understand. I knew a girl from school in Spain, no was it Switzerland? Anyway she was Wiccan."
Molly and Arthur gave a confused look but Hermione and Harry had small smiles on their lips. Hermione shook her head. "Not Wicca, real magic." She produced a wand that emitted a gentle glow.
Gwendolyn licked her lips. "I'm here for an adventure, so sure. I'll live with witches."
Gwendolyn had gone upstairs to settle in while the gang went outside. The last days of summer heat was leaving, as they all sat down on the grass.
"I can't believe Mum and Dad weren't going to say a word to us." Ron irately plucked some grass from the ground.
Ginny shook her head. "They had an announcement for us tonight. Gwendolyn must have been it. Poor Gwendolyn, coming into a house full of wizards."
"Did you see what she was wearing? I think she comes from a privilege background, school in Spain, Switzerland, and now London. That doesn't come cheap."
"She could be Malfoy's sister," Ron grumbled to himself. Hermione gave him a slap across the arms. "Oy, why you do that for? Mum has enough to worry about with the order, and Fred and George's shop and us all in school."
"Do you think she's a movie star?" Ginny's eye grew wide at the possibility. She recently became fascinated with muggle movies.
"If you didn't hear of her, I doubt it." Harry said teasing.
Ron frowned again. She was pretty. He couldn't help noticing the curves of her chest and hips. Such long eyelashes. . "She's too skinny." The girls shrugged and Harry laughed out loud. He gave a wink to Ron.
The conversation soon gave away to Quidditch and Gwendolyn was all forgotten. Amidst the laughter, the skinny blond leaned out the window to hear more about the sport she never heard about.
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Chapter Two
Gwendolyn managed to swallow the lump in her throat as the table broke into pandemonium. Everyone was fine when the pitches levitated but when she acted shocked and surprised (which any normal person would do I may add) everyone got excited. Gwendolyn stood up and picked up the glass pitcher. She turned it over in her hands and lifted it high for her to see the bottom. "Cool trick, how does it work?"
The table quieted down. "Are you like all magicians? Or illusionists? 'Cause that was pretty freaky."
Mrs. Weasley took Gwendolyn's arm. "We'll explain later. Let's all eat and leave the TRICKS for later." Whatever tricks meant, Gwendolyn saw nothing else out of the ordinary. After dinner, the men disappeared into the living room and Gwendolyn found herself helping to clear the table. She was mostly in the way, not knowing where stuff goes and the fact that she never did the chore in her life.
She took a deep breath as scrapped the leftovers into the garbage. Just think, she told herself, you wanted to move out of a boarding school. Chores build character. She hoped so. Mrs. Weasley asked her questions on how she got here and how was her travels. The other girls talked quietly to themselves. Gwendolyn started to feel like she didn't belong. Everyone was wearing comfortable clothing; Mrs. Weasley appeared to have a homemade knitted sweater. She must have paid a fortune for it. Gwendolyn had her gray dress pants with a light pink blouse. Her Tiffany necklaces neatly tucked under her shirt but her earrings winked in the bright kitchen. Definitely, over dressed. Good thing she bought some jeans and t-shirts before leaving.
"Gwendolyn, why don't you have a seat in the living room? We're almost finished in here." Gwendolyn excused herself and followed where the guys were. To her surprise only Mr. Wealsey and the youngest son and his friends where there. They must have been in a debate over a sports team for Harry was pointing at Ron. "Wood is new but we know how good he is as a keeper."
"Oh, please continue," Gwendolyn, said as they conversation stopped. "I follow football, but I'm afraid that I haven't heard of Wood. Is he new? When I'm home TSN never talks about the Premierships."
Harry gave a laugh. "No, we're not talking about football. If you're planning on saying here I'm sure you'll hear about it all the time though."
Gwendolyn felt a little disappointed. Her first attempt to have something in common with her host family failed miserably. Mrs. Weasley came in, followed by the girls. She felt horribly outnumbered.
Mr. Weasley cleared his throat. "I'm afraid there was a mix up with the paperwork. We were expecting someone else."
"Oh . . ." Gwendolyn felt her inside contract. "Well, I'm sorry to cause a commotion, I can have -- "
Molly shook her head. "You're are welcomed to stay for the year. Arthur and I would love to have your company but there is one thing you should know before you agree to stay." Gwendolyn began to fiddle with her necklace. Are these people crazy? Axe murders? "We're all witches and wizards."
Gwendolyn nodded seriously. "I understand. I knew a girl from school in Spain, no was it Switzerland? Anyway she was Wiccan."
Molly and Arthur gave a confused look but Hermione and Harry had small smiles on their lips. Hermione shook her head. "Not Wicca, real magic." She produced a wand that emitted a gentle glow.
Gwendolyn licked her lips. "I'm here for an adventure, so sure. I'll live with witches."
Gwendolyn had gone upstairs to settle in while the gang went outside. The last days of summer heat was leaving, as they all sat down on the grass.
"I can't believe Mum and Dad weren't going to say a word to us." Ron irately plucked some grass from the ground.
Ginny shook her head. "They had an announcement for us tonight. Gwendolyn must have been it. Poor Gwendolyn, coming into a house full of wizards."
"Did you see what she was wearing? I think she comes from a privilege background, school in Spain, Switzerland, and now London. That doesn't come cheap."
"She could be Malfoy's sister," Ron grumbled to himself. Hermione gave him a slap across the arms. "Oy, why you do that for? Mum has enough to worry about with the order, and Fred and George's shop and us all in school."
"Do you think she's a movie star?" Ginny's eye grew wide at the possibility. She recently became fascinated with muggle movies.
"If you didn't hear of her, I doubt it." Harry said teasing.
Ron frowned again. She was pretty. He couldn't help noticing the curves of her chest and hips. Such long eyelashes. . "She's too skinny." The girls shrugged and Harry laughed out loud. He gave a wink to Ron.
The conversation soon gave away to Quidditch and Gwendolyn was all forgotten. Amidst the laughter, the skinny blond leaned out the window to hear more about the sport she never heard about.