Okay, well I hope this lacks in suckiness and that I don't a ton of angry emails. Hope it was somewhere near worth the wait.

Chapter 27

On With the Show!

Jenna's face was hidden from view by the blankets of her very own bed in her very own bedroom. Sunlight was streaming in from the small portion of her window that wasn't covered by the neighboring building, but that just made Jenna curl deeper into her blanket cocoon. She stayed that way for another half hour until the smell of coffee and the sizzle and pop of bacon led her into the kitchen.

Elizabeth and Jenna hadn't spoken since the argument of the night before and they kept it up during breakfast.

Jenna ate her bacon and eggs while Elizabeth sipped her coffee and stared out the open window which was sending in a delightfully cool breeze that smelled faintly of ash, when Elizabeth suddenly screamed.

The coffee cup dropped to the counter, breaking into a million pieces as the brown owl flew in and settled on the table.

"I'm never going to get used to this," Elizabeth let out as she bent to pick up the pieces of porcelain, while Jenna hurriedly removed the letter from the owl and rushed to her room to read it in peace.

Jenna,

Everything's set. Fred, Addy and I are coming to pick you up at two o'clock today. I can't
believe your mum fell for that lie about the Quidditch match. Don't forget to bring your
dress robes. You wouldn't want to go to a wedding in your muggleclothes, would you?

See you later.

Rhea

Jenna grinned broadly and, setting the letter on her desk, ran to the kitchen to tell her mom when she was being picked up.

"Two o'clock?" she asked. "But that's so soon! I haven't even done you laundry yet! Do you have anything to wear?"

"I think I have a thing or two to wear, don't worry." Jenna smiled at her own bad joke and skipped off to her room to pack everything she might ever need.

Jenna spent most of the morning and early afternoon wandering aimlessly around their tiny apartment, checking the time every few minutes. She was bored out of her mind and her aimless wandering was the best she could come up with.

Two o'clock came and went and still no Weasleys. Jenna began to pace in front of the window that looked out onto the street below.

At exactly 2:07, both Jenna and Elizabeth jumped at the loud noise and ash echoing from the fireplace.

Through the screen of dust Jenna could barely make out three figures in coughing fits across the room. Everything was covered in ash, including Jenna and Elizabeth, who was not taking this as well as one would hope.

"What the hell is going on here!" she screamed before choking on the ashy air that filled the tiny, grungy apartment.

"Sorry, mate. I'll have this cleaned up before you can say Bob's your uncle," a deep voice stated somewhere in the vicinity of the room. Fred muttered incoherently for a moment and the smoke and ash vanished instantly, leaving clean air, a clean apartment, and most importantly clean people.

Elizabeth stared around the room with wide eyes before setting them upon the trio of red haired Weasleys.

"Every once in a while, I wish I had a magic wand…" she said mostly to herself.

"Magic's dead useful if you know what you're doing,' Fred added helpfully. "You got your stuff?" he asked Jenna quickly, but she, Addy and Rhea had already run off to her room to gather her things and were walking back carrying a large muggle suitcase and her wand, which she was stuffing haphazardly into the pocket of her coat.

"Okay, Mum. Love you, bye!" Jenna rushed the words as she was being hauled towards the fireplace. She waited anxiously between the twins while Fred assured Elizabeth that everything would be fine, finishing his assurances with a grin and a well timed wink.

He threw a pinch of Flue Powder from a little blue bag into the fireplace and motioned for Addy to go first. With her head held high, she stepped inside and shouted "The Burrow!" before being whisked away. Fred then turned to Jenna, and with an over-exaggerated bow said, "My Lady". Jenna giggled grabbed a pinch of the powder and stated "The Burrow" and met Addy and Mrs. Weasley's soot brush on the other side.

They waited for Rhea and Fred and then were hurried off to the attic room to 'get settled' as Mrs. Weasley put it.

They were gone…finally. Elizabeth heaved a deep sigh. Her baby was gone again; but she had to look at the bright side – it was only for a few days. Jenna would be back before she knew it.

Plus, there were so many things to do now that her daughter had returned – like laundry.

Elizabeth tramped into Jenna's room and began picking up the dirty robes and muggle clothes that littered the floor, tossing them into a basket by the door. She picked up a crumpled shirt from Jenna's desk and unceremoniously flung it into the basket. Her hand went back to pick up a red and gold tie when a piece of paper caught her eyes. Her hand went towards that instead.

Her eyes swept across the paper, widening with every word. When she had finished reading the note, Elizabeth gently set the paper down and walked with quick resolute steps out into the living room without changing her expression.

She stood stock still in the middle of the room for a moment before exploding.

"I can't believe she'd do this! What was she thinking! I told her not to go. I told her I didn't want her to go and I practically told her WHY!" Elizabeth ranted and screamed until her voice was hoarse and the man upstairs was yelling at her to be quiet.

Elizabeth finally sat down and began to think. What should I do now? Wait until she gets home then let her have it? No – that would let her have fun before she dies…well, then what about going there and getting her? I could tear her away from the fun! But then I have the chance of running into…Him. Can't have that happen.

This went on for the rest of the day. The laundry lay unwashed, dinner uneaten, and the house still in general shambles. Elizabeth went to bed that night muttering to her self about ungrateful daughters and the proper punishment for said daughters.

Elizabeth had a restless night, but awoke the next morning to an epiphany. She grinned like cat with a canary, got dressed, and then stared resolutely at the fireplace with her hands on her hips.

Jenna could hardly believe it. She –they– had gotten away with tricking her mother! This was truly a day to celebrate.

"Come on, Jenna! Dinner's almost ready and I'm starved!"

"Are you ever not starved, Rhea?" Addy mocked.

"Only when you started acting like Mum," Rhea retorted. Addy stuck out her tongue, Rhea pinched Addy and this continued all the way down the stairs and into the back yard where they were eating. The fight stopped abruptly with a stern look from both their mother and their grandmother.

Dinner went on without a hitch unless Fred and George's duel ending with both their hair nasty shades of green and George sprouting tentacles from his nose counts as out of the ordinary.

Jenna as sleeping on a cot in the orange room at the top of the stairs along with Addy, Rhea, Desirée, and six other Weasley children that Jenna couldn't remember the names of. Unlike her mother, Jenna fell asleep with very little trouble and woke up happy and refreshed the next morning to the sounds of children's squeals and frying bacon.