"Arthur dear. We have no other choice! Dumbledore needs us for the Order, and with the extendable ears the twins' conjured up last summer, I'm afraid of what they'll think up next. We can't risk having them hear what is going on in the wizarding world…behind the news." Molly Weasley said urging her husband to see how she was thinking.
"Molly! We don't even know them! They could be…Death Eaters for all we know! Many of those American Death Eaters haven't been figured out yet. I mean, for Merlin's sake Molly! We can't trust them with our children! We have Harry here as well! If Voldemort's followers got their hands on the boy…I couldn't forgive myself!" Arthur said looking at his feet. Molly walked around the table in the dimly lit kitchen to wrap her arms around her husband.
"Darling…I know how Death Eaters act. These people are less of Death Eaters than we are! Hell! Tammie is a muggle!" Molly urged, talking about Mrs. Newell.
"Muggle?" Arthur asked his eyes widening like a little boys on his birthday. "Well…I guess we'll see once I meet them tonight then, won't we?" Arthur said getting up from the table, a lot happier with the whole situation than he was before Dumbledore's owl sent the Weasley parents a message begging them to head to The Order's headquarters immediately.
"See that you get dinner ready soon! I want to impress our new neighbors!" Arthur called back whistling a song he knew.
Molly laughed at Arthur's quick defeat and stood up to get dinner started.
"Ginny!" Molly called to her daughter. "Could you come in here? I need some help with dinner!"
"Yes mum, I'll be right there." Ginny called back.
A minute later, Ginny was inside the kitchen taking orders from her mother left and right. "Sweep the floor, wash this pot, go outside and fetch me a egg from the chickens, taste this, is it good enough?" and so on and so forth. Ginny just nodded respectfully. When Molly was getting down to business, there was no stopping her.
"Ron! Just admit it! You think she's hot! It's so obvious! Just say it!" George cried impatiently, pinning Ron to the ground in a full headlock.
"I—won't—say—it!" Ron bellowed back, trying hard not to stop breathing.
"Aww, you're no fun." Fred mused to Ron.
"Deanna! Where did you put my hair straightener?! I swear to Buddha when I get my hands on you I'll Crucio you so fast you feel it before it even hits you!"
"Awww, Jaygiepoo! Don't be angry with me! I swear to you I didn't take it. I mean honestly, why do you need it anyways? You're hair is as flat at a board…kind of like your chest." Deanna said, taking off down the hallway before it could register in Janae's mind.
"Gosh dang you to heck, Scuba Steve! I need it so my hair won't be fly away yucky." Janae screamed down the hallway, then took off after her.
"You're a whore" Aubrey said, not looking up from the block she was playing with, to her older sister whom was flying past her after Deanna, in her little baby voice.
"JANAE! WHAT HAVE YOU TAUGHT YOUR SISTER?!" Her mother's voice filtered through the house like it had a charm cast on it. Janae growled and ran down the hallway ignoring her mother's voice.
Deanna flung the door to her room so fast about 7 pictures and posters flew off each wall in her room. She was so angry at this that she forgot to turn her light on and just raced towards the fallen poster of Tom Welling.
"Oh! You poor baby! I'm soo sorry my darling!" She kissed the paper man's lips and embraced it. In the corner of the room, a non-human figure darted towards the closet. Deanna turned, wide eyed and bushy tailed to the noise she had just heard. The door opened…then closed again. Deanna quickly opened her trunk, pulled out her wand, and still wide eyed, tried to make her way towards the closet, but her feet wouldn't move. They were planted to the ground like a rooted Bubotuber.
"Oh…my…funnybone. I swear I'm going to die." Deanna mumbled turning a very pale white.
Janae…I know you're mad at me…but there is someone…something in my closet. I swear I'll give you your straightener if you come and save me. QUICK! It's moving!
Janae could feel her sisters panic after her message and came running. Deanna always ruined her things, stole her clothes, stole her boyfriends, ruined everything from her, but she loved her sister, and if she was in trouble she would always come running.
I'm coming Deanna! Stay right where you are, I'll apparate in. She felt her sister nod, and then there was a pop, and then another pop, when she suddenly appeared at her sister's side.
How long has it been in there Deanna?
Not long big sis, I just came in, and when my posters fell down, I heard someone run into the closet as If they were trying to hide from me It didn't look human. It was hunched over running like a werewolf. I'm soo scared!
Janae took her sisters hand, trying to comfort her, and trying to comfort herself. She would never admit it, but something about the description of the werewolf caught her off guard, and she too was scared out of her mind. Janae nodded to her little sister and walked towards the door. The sudden strength of Janae's hand, and determined face gave Deanna strength to move her feet. They both staggered over to the door.
Ok Deanna, on three we open it. Don't be scared, we were both the best in our class remember? We could take this thing with our eyes closed, one foot tied to our arm and turned around backwards, with the other fingers up our noses. This is a piece of cake.
Deanna suppressed a giggle from the image Janae just described to her.
One…two…THREE! The girls pulled the door open and looked in hesitantly.
Deanna pulled out her baseball bat that was worn battered and had a bunch of dents in it from all the baseball she played back in the states. Janae looked at her warily. Do you think that if it's a werewolf that'll do much? Janae asked her with her mind.
Deanna just looked at her dumbfounded. Gee Jaygiepoo, I guess you're right. She thought back sarcastically.
"Hey kids! Would ya mind not talking in your mind voice for little ol' me who can't hear you?!" A female voice said from a corner of the blackened closet.
"Veronika?!" Deanna screamed.
"In all her glory!" The girl screamed back stepping out of the shadow of the closet. The girl was gorgeous. She had medium brown hair flowing down her back in soft curls, violet eyes protruding from her exceedingly cognac countenance. She stood about 3 inches taller than both Janae and Deanna, and looked a lot like an Icarrii. The two girls embraced and Janae stalked out in repugnance.
"You two premeditated that didn't you?" she asked more to herself than to the girls.
"Ginny! Go set the table dear. They'll be over in a few minutes." Molly demanded her daughter.
"Of course mum" Ginny responded, aching and tired from all the running around she had been doing all evening. Ginny grabbed all the plates and ran out the door. Molly had decided that it was a beautiful night and the boys and Ginny wouldn't be around for awhile, so they must eat outside, no exceptions.
After the table was set, the dinner consisting of homemade rolls, 40 pieces of fried chicken, tossed salad, both green and fruit, mashed potatoes, and fried vegetables, Molly collapsed onto the couch next to her two sons, Fred and George.
"Fred, George, I expect you two to be on your best behavior tonight. In the words of Thumper's father 'If you can't say anything nice, don't say 'nuthin at all!'"
Fred and George nodded to their mother, with "No intention of playing any pranks tonight anyway"
