Disclaimer: YES!!!! My plan to take over the Harry Potter universe has succeeded. I now own all Harry Potter books, movies, and merchandise, and you know what else? I'M NOT SHARING!!!! Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!
A/N: Again, please apply a heavy amount of sarcasm to that disclaimer. I don't really own anything Harry Potter related, that is, I don't make money off of anything Harry Potter related. Sad. Oh, well. Thanks my reviewers; sorry this one took awhile to write. My muse, a six foot four Australian man named Devon left me for my best friend, but he came back a few days later. So here's the story:
Cambri awoke the next morning to the unmistakable sounds of an argument outside her door. She couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but it sounded like they dragged her name into it a few times. She could feel her stomach twisting. It felt like there was a large stone in the pit of her stomach. Maybe an ulcer. That would definitely make sense. Finally, the door burst open and two teenage boys bounded into the room. Cambri's first reaction to the newcomers: red.
They were Weasleys, they had to be. No one else had that red of hair, that many freckles, and that big of a grin all at the same time but one of the many Weasleys.
"Hello," she said awkwardly. They beamed at her. She wondered if they knew she was a Death Eater, and, if not, then what the hell were they doing in her room?
"How are you?" asked one of the twins, settling into a chair, while his brother hopped onto her bed and sat next to her.
Cambri considered. Their cheerfulness was very unnerving. "Sore," she finally said.
"Why?" asked the one on her bed.
"Because I've been tied to my bed, and . . . wait, who are you two?" she finally asked.
"I'm Fred-" This was the one on the chair.
"-and I'm George," his twin sitting on the bed finished. "Who are you?"
"Cambri Terrangs," she said. But surely they already knew that. "A Death Eater," she added, hoping they'd get the hint and leave. They were cute enough, but . . . she couldn't afford to get tied up in anything at the moment.
"We've heard," they said cheerfully and in unison.
"Sirius didn't want us to take a turn guarding you," Fred told her mournfully.
"But we put him in his place," George continued happily, putting an arm around her shoulders. "And so now we can. Isn't it happy?"
Cambri couldn't remember a time when she had been more confused. The feeling in the pit of her stomach intensified, and the two were so immensely cheerful that it was enough to make her head spin. She just wasn't used to happy. She just didn't do happy. All she really wanted, she decided, was for them to go away. Then again, perhaps she could use them . . .
"Do you think you could untie me?" she asked hopefully, carefully keeping all sarcasm out of her voice. It was not an easy task.
"'Fraid not, Darling," Fred told her sorrowfully. "We've strict orders not to."
"She is awfully cute, though," George argued, eyeing her. Cambri's discomfort deepened. She didn't like to be touched. It never brought anything good for her. Not at the Terrangs, and certainly not during her training with the Death Eaters. She shivered, remembering.
"Are you cold?" asked Fred, leaning closer. "'Cause we could keep you warm." His grin became suggestive.
Cambri wriggled out of George's hold. "No thanks," she said coldly.
"Fred, I saw her first!" George whined, grinning at her. Cambri looked out the window desperately, hoping for rescue.
"Listen," she interrupted as they continued to argue over her. "You're both nice and everything, but . . . I'm not interested." Why was she being so nice? She was a Death Eater, for heaven's sake! "Just keep away from me," she added, her voice sharpening. "I don't want anything to do with any of you. I'm only here because I was captured. I'm not your new toy!" Cambri stopped suddenly, realizing that she had been half-shouting.
Calm down, she told herself. Calm down. You don't know what they want. They're probably just joking around. I hardly think they'd be allowed to touch me. They probably aren't anything like my foster father or, worse, Malfoy . . .
They sobered. "Sorry," said George, getting off her bed and whisking the chair out from under Fred.
Fred hit the floor with a thud. "We don't mean anything by it. We do that to every female."
"You should have seen Mrs. Figg's face," said George with a reminiscent smile.
"Tonks actually kissed us," Fred added happily. "We don't expect you to do that, though. We're really just joking. We're always just joking."
"Almost always," George amended.
And the grins were back, bright as ever.
Cambri groaned internally. There was no way she could take these two every day until her rescue. Just the thought of it made her stomach wrench in pain. She groaned aloud and buried her face in a pillow, and refused to speak to anyone else for the rest of day.
A/N: Sorry that was so short . . . and so poorly written. I just need something to jolt my imagination. Maybe I'll go watch Laura Croft: Tomb Raider again. That worked last time . . . hmmm . . .