"I'll get it!" Deanna exclaimed at the top of her lungs. She lunged for the door, but before she could make it out of the dining room, her sister dove for her legs and took her down rugby style. They started cat fighting for awhile, until noticing all 7 Weasleys walk through the door to the dining room, followed by a harsh looking man that the two girls called father. Their mother cleared her throat motioning for the girls to get off of the ground and welcome their guests. Deanna and Janae both rose to their feet quickly and dusted themselves off.
Janae held out her hand first to the older lady. "Hiya, I'm Janae. I'm the oldest girl here. I'll be in 7th year at… Pogwarts?" One of the twins was trying to hold in a laugh, burying his face into the other twins' shoulder. Janae shot him a glare so sharp you could cut up some steak and serve it on a silver platter. Once the boy stopped laughing, through gasps and holding his side to massage the stitch. "Darling, that's Hogwarts. Should probably get the name of your school right before going there." He said. Janae sent him another sharp glare, before turning back to the mother. "I'm sure we'll have a marvelous time with your sons at school. They seem…interesting."
The woman was taken aback. Interesting? My Fred and George? More like a pain in the-
But she couldn't finish her thought because Janae was waving her hand across the woman's face like mad trying to get her attention.
"Uhh, may I ask your name ma'am?" Janae questioned.
"Oh. I'm sorry sweetheart. My name is Mrs. Weasley. These are my sons, and daughter." She said smiling at the small girl on the end. The woman cleared her voice. "Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny." She said, smiling at the girl again. She nodded at Janae and smiled, which made her feel quite awkward.
"Excuse my husband's absence please; he had something urgent come up in the Ministry. I hear you start working there? Office of Mythical creatures?" She asked Mr. Newell.
He nodded. "Yes, I worked in the Ministry in America for 15 years, of course, when the job in London came up, I said yes to it right away! I've always wanted to work in England. America is so…thuggish." Mr. Newell said, smiling at the woman.
"Well, isn't that nice. My husbands name is Arthur Weasley. I do hope you two become friends. He works for the office of muggle affairs. He's always been to fixated on muggle objects. Maybe you could talk to him sometime?" She asked Mrs. Newell.
"I would be glad to Mrs. Weasley. It's nice to be able to talk to wizards and have them know something about muggle things." Mrs. Weasley just smiled. She looked very distant.
"Uhhh, I'm Deanna!" Deanna said, taking Mrs. Weasley's hand in hers. "I'm also goin' to 'Pogwarts', if ya know what I mean." Deanna said, nudging the thunderstruck woman, who was obviously appalled at her behavior.
"Well. I think we must be going then. Please, come for dinner tonight, Arthur will be home, and he would love it if you would join us." Mrs. Weasley said, hopefully. "And, if you'd come with us to Diagon Alley…to get the children's things." She said, all the while, the twins were making faces at the two girls in disgust. "Fred! George! Do stop that this instant, it's not polite!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, horrified of her sons etiquette. The Newell parents just laughed and nodded.
"We would love to come to dinner tonight, and to Diagon Alley. We were planning to make the trip there anyway, but it would be much lovelier to spend the day there with someone we know, and who knows their way around the town!" Mrs. Newell said, enthusiastically. Deanna just mimicked a gagging noise and smiled at Janae, who in turn, suppressed a giggle. Mr. Newell shot her a piercing glare, but Deanna just smirked.
All in a days work my friend. She thought.
Oh Deanna, quit that. He knows what's best for you. Anyways, quit trying to flirt with these dorks. They have red hair, and probably haven't washed in days! They smell horrid! Why in heavens name did mother have to accept their offer Janae thought back, but Deanna just smirked at her sister and walked out of the room, without excusing herself.
"I'm so sorry about her Mrs. Weasley; she has a mind of her own." Mrs. Weasley just laughed.
"You want to talk about mind of their own? My sons, Fred and George are such pranksters! They can't go one minute without thinking up a way to humiliate another person! If I didn't know any better, I would have to think that they were raised by animals!" Mrs. Weasley said.
The adults sat around talking for an hour or so more. Janae slipped out like Deanna had done about 10 minutes after Deanna had left. She was getting very bored of their conversation, and had to get away.
"So Fred, my friend, how did you like the new neighbors?" George said laughing as he walked up the steps to the Burrow.
"Neighbors? More like American fiends. Did you see that…Janae girl? The way she was giving me those stares would make a guy think that no one in the world likes him. I hate it when girls do that!" Fred said weakly.
"Oh, but you should have seen Deanna. You wanna call Janae bad? Well Deanna was worse! She could have sliced your skull in half with one stare she could. I tell you, if even one of them is in Gryffindor, I swear I hand myself with the best quills I have!" George replied quickly, so his mother wouldn't hear. Unfortunately, Ron heard and butted in. "I think that Deanna girl is kind of cute, don't you?" They all but gagged at the words.
"Cute? CUTE!? Ron, they're more like Hell Spawn!" George said exasperated.
Ron just shrugged at bounded up the stairs to his room, where Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger, his best friends in the whole world, sat on his bed talking a very lengthy conversation about the Unspeakables in the Ministry.
"Well, maybe they aren't even human at all! They could be…elves?" Harry guessed.
"Two short Harry. They couldn't be elves, they're just too—"but Hermione couldn't finish her sentence, because Ron came dashing through the door.
"You know those new neighbors of mine?! Well, in George's words, the two girls that live there is Hell Spawn." Ron said angrily, tossing his wand onto the bed.
"Now Ron, they couldn't be Hell Spawn. Hell Spawn lost its name in the 1487 riot in Berlin; don't you remember Professor Bins talking about it?" Hermione said quickly.
"Now Hermione, you can't try and believe Ron actually pays attention in those dumb lectures that no one in Merlin's name needs to know about!" Fred mimicked Ron's voice; after he thrust open the door to his room.
"Fred! George! OUT NOW!" Ron bellowed.
"Ok! Ok! We're gone!" George said, pulling his brother out along with him.
