Chapter Seven
Molly and Ann had been sitting in the kitchen for a while when Dave came down,
"What do you think you are doing woman? I employ you to work not to gas to my guests" he shouted at the maid, "Get back to work"
Ann scurried out of the room
"That wasn't very nice" said Mrs Weasly as Dave walked around flicking switches and grumbling
"The way I treat my servant is not your concern" growled Dave, "you are supposed to be seeing a different type of lifestyle aren't you?"
"I really don't know" admitted Mrs Weasly, "by the way, is this any better?"
"God woman were you wearing a fat suit yesterday?" yelped Dave
"No" said Mrs Weasly, "a Muggle like you wouldn't understand what I did…oh…sorry I need to go and do something" she rushed out of the door along to the dining room where she found Ann staring at the locked door
"The key was on the inside" Ann muttered to Mrs Weasly
"Right then" said Mrs Weasly cheerfully, "this shouldn't be too hard then, stand back and let me in at it"
Mrs Weasly carefully drew out her wand and with a string of muttered words to stop the cleaning implements from cleaning the room and to make the broom disappear and finally to open the door
"Now, lets see if that worked" said Mrs Weasly pushing at the door, which kindly opened for her
"Lours" said Ann, "what happened, this room was filthy"
"You evidently had a very helpful and friendly ghost"
"That is about as likely as you being a witch…the whole place has been cleaned, I had better…"
"Come and have breakfast with us" said Mrs Weasly brightly
"No the master would never have any of that, lets see, it is now nine o'clock, you beauty manager will be coming here to take you to the spa at ten"
Mrs Weasly stared at Ann
"The mistress of this house is a model"
Mrs Weasly merely felt more worried
"After that you will be going to the designer who will put you in a dress then you will go to the hair dresser then the makeup artist and once all this is finished you will return here just in time for the cocktail party"
Mrs Wealsy's eyes were now popping out of her head, suddenly at the window there was a speck of normalness, Pig was flapping at the window
"Umm…Ann, that is my son's owl, is there anyway of opening that window?"
"Yes marm" Ann walked over to window and after a little fiddling with the lock pig flew in, luckily Mrs Weasly was able to catch him before he smashed anything expensive
"Could you hold him for a second dear?" said Mrs Weasly as she struggled to remove the letter from the owl's leg.
"Molly dearest,
I hope you are well, don't let Dave get you down, things are going alright here, Angela has cooked a fantastic breakfast but unfortunately had to use Harry to cook it and forgot to do the washing up, I am going to a meeting
Missing you a hell of a lot
Arthur and all the rest of us"
"It is from my husband" said Mrs Weasly, turning to ensure that Ann was fine with Pig "can you hold him whilst I write a reply"
"Yes, he is really cute"
"His name is Pig" said Mrs Weasly, "short for Pigwidgeon"
"Right"
Mrs Weasly quickly scribbled a note and tied it to Pigs leg
"What do I do now?" asked Ann
"Throw him out of the window" said Mrs Weasly
"Right" Ann stood by the window and dropped Pig out onto the sill, "How long did it take your son to train him?"
"Pig, trained?" said Mrs Weasly, "No Pig is a wild owl that someone gave Ron…"
"Oh!" said Ann shortly
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Ten o'clock found Mrs Weasly being driven to a beauty spa a chatty beauty attendant talking to her the entire way, by the time Mrs Weasly had arrived at the spa she was dreading it.
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Mrs Weasly felt this was utterly crazy, so far she had been pummelled and bruised by some young woman who had called herself a masseuse, or something similar, now she was going to the mud baths, she had just enter the room when,
"Molly Weasly, I didn't know you had enough money to be able to afford this type of luxury, have you sold one of your children" Molly's back went stiff as she turned around to face Narcissa Malfoy
"Mrs Malfoy, I wouldn't have expected to find you in a muggle beauty centre" spat Mrs Weasly, "what would your master say?"
"Oh, he'll never know, besides, all these raids are awful on the skin" said Mrs Malfoy conversationally, "I believe your family comes quite near to the top of his list"
"How dare you even think to threaten my family" roared Mrs Weasly
"Oh, you should seen the plans Draco has drawn up for little Virginia when she is captured" drawled Malfoy
This was too much for Mrs Weasly she launched herself on Mrs Malfoy and started to attack her with teeth and claws as she became her animagus form, a wild cat, with orange fur, suddenly Mrs Weasly remembered that there were muggles present, she returned to human and after delivering a mighty punch to Mrs Malfoy's face returned to her attendant
"I think I will skip the mud bath if you don't mind" said Mrs Weasly calmly to the trembling attendant
"I'm going mad aren't I?" said the poor girl, "I just thought you turned into a cat and slashed that other lady to bits"
"Really, now that is strange" said Mrs Weasly as they walked along the corridor
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After that had come the dress…Mrs Weasly eventually found herself conjuring a dress behind the designer's back, well in the cubicle
"How about this one?" called Mrs Weasly as she exited the dressing room in her dress, it was midnight blue silk with flowers stitched in silver on the bodice, it was strapless but the bodice did up like a corset.
When she came out the designer took off her glasses
"Is that one of mine?"
"I think so" said Mrs Weasly, "I mean you did pass it to me"
The designer shook her head, "well it does suit you, it isn't exactly in at the moment, but I doubt we will find anything else to suit you, did it come with accessories, necklace, shoes…"
"Umm…yes…" said Mrs Weasly from the cubicle as she frantically transfigured a pair of hair pins into kid leather slippers, "there are a pair of shoes, no necklace"
"No necklace? There must be…"
"It looks alright without one" said Mrs Weasly
"I suppose so" muttered the distracted designer, "I really don't recognise that dress"
Mrs Weasly shifted guiltily
"Actually I made it myself" admitted Mrs Weasly
"You are designer?" frowned the woman
"Merlin no, I just had this fabric in the house, I was bored and decided to make this dress" lied Mrs Weasly
"Well you have made it very well…now you will need to go to your hairdresser"
Mrs Weasly gingerly patted her hair
"I haven't changed my hair style since I had my last child"
"When was that?"
"Fourteen and a half years ago"
"How many children do you have?"
"Seven"
"You can't be that old"
"Why ever not?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel"
"No dear, it's alright…I'm flattered"
Mrs Wealsy walked out to the car, which took her around the hair dresser
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When she entered the hairdresser, she found herself approached by a woman with her hair in a stylish bun.
"So you are the woman who did the swap with Angela"
"Yes…I haven't changed my hairstyle since my last child was born"
"You mean you have worn your hair in this type of bun…"
"For the last fourteen and a half years of my life"
"Well first thing is to undo this bun" the attendant was about to reach for the hair pins when Mrs Weasly stopped her
"Wait a moment, I'll take them out…there's a knack to it, or else they will bite off your fingers…fairly drastic but the twins enjoyed taking my hairpins out too much" Mrs Weasly flicked out all twenty seven pins avoiding the mousetrap like contraptions in the end of them, "if possible not to have my hair cut" said Mrs Weasly as she held the bun in her hand, "you may want to step back" Mrs Weasly let go of the deceptively small bun which cascaded down her back and spread to cover most of the floor around her in small coils,
"I wore it in a plait until it was too long to not run along the ground, then I used to keep it in braids, coiled around my head, by the time I had seven children this took too long, so I just put it in a bun, you can see why" said Mrs Weasly glancing at the hair flooded floor around her.
"So what do we want to too with it?" asked the flustered hairdresser
"I can plait it up" said Mrs Weasly, "just draw how I should set them, and I will do the rest"
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one hour later, 55 minutes of which was spent by the hairdresser trying to design a style for Mrs Wealsy's hair
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The make up artist was the only person who Mrs Weasly visited and left completely unflustered, little did the make up artist know that Mrs Weasly magically removed the entire make up and made herself up again with magical make up.
Then she was on her way to the dinner party…and she was almost dreading it
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