The 3 of them stood in Dante's room as they heard the clock chime 12 noon. A light crept from the crack under the closet door.
"Well girls," Dante said. "Welcome to the Burrow." He opened the closet door & the room was flooded with a reddish light that came with the evening. In the yard stood 5 figures, the one farthest to the left took Dante's hand in a firm handshake.
"Welcome to our home! You must be Dante. I'm Arthur Weasley, This is my wife Molly, and 3 of our sons, Fred, George, and Ron." He pointed to each in turn. Dante shook each of the boy's hands, and when he came to Molly, she quickly took him into a hug. That's when she noticed the girls standing intimidated in front of the shed door.
"Oh, aren't they pretty!" Molly exclaimed. "And what are your names my dears?"
They looked at each other & Speff replied, "Stephanie," she held out her hand, which Molly ignored and gave her a hug like she did Dante. "And that's Stephanie… Ya, we have the same name."
Molly giggled. "Isn't that cute!" The girls giggled a little to so she wouldn't look stupid, seeing as they had gotten that buy every adult they ever told their names to together. It had gotten rather old over the years. They shook the boys hands after they got their turn at the spine cracking hug from Molly. They were about to grab their bags (Steph went through the bags in the few minutes they had before the portal opened & downsized to 1 suitcase and the carry on) when Molly stopped them. "Don't be silly girls! Fred and George can take your things to your room. Ron," She said looking at him. "Be a dear and & show the girls around." Turning back to the girls (Mr. Weasley had already been torn away by Dante who wanted to discuss work) she continued. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour. I want you to feel at home while you're here, so please, if there's anything you need, feel free to ask." And with that she headed back to the house, Fred and George fallowing close behind carrying the girls bags, leaving the 3 of them standing there.
Well… er…uh…" Ron began, but soon trailed off & became transfixed with his shoes.
"So, Ron, do you play Quidditch?" Speff asked trying to generate small talk.
Ron's face lit up. "Ya! I'm the keeper for my house team!"
I'm a keeper too! Steph here," she pointed her thumb at her best friend. "She's a natural born seeker!"
"My best friend Harry's a seeker too! Best that ever played the game!"
"I'm sure Steph would give him a run for his money." She boasted all seriously. Seconds later all 3 cracked up and were leaning of each other for support. When they finally calmed down they started to talk about their favorite teams, and eventually got into broom riding skills.
"We've been flying since we were old enough to hold a broom!" Steph said.
Ron looked at the 2 of them in shocked disbelief. "But… How?" They were about to explain about the Canadian Wizarding schooling system when Fred came running toward them.
"OI! You 3! Dinner's ready!"
"Great! You can meet Harry! He should be here any seco… There!" Ron shouted pointing to a black figure in the orangey-reddish sky. A few minutes later that "dot" touched the ground and came running toward Ron.
"OI! Ron!" He slowed & and a puzzled look on his face. 'Wow' he thought. 'The Blonde girl's gorgeous! They brunette's not bad either! I'd love to-'
Ron's voice cut into his thoughts. "Harry! Earth to Harry! Come back!" He snapped back to reality and shook his head to clear it.
"Sorry Ron. What were you saying?"
"I was saying that Speff & I are both keepers! Can you believe it! We have so much in common too! We both love chocolate frogs and hate potions class and…"
Ron's voice disappeared from Harry's ears. He went up to Steph looked into her eyes and said, "Hi, I'm Harry."
She into his eyes and replied, "I'm Stephanie, but you can call me Steph." She gave him an innocent, yet intriguing smile.
Harry was hypnotized by this smile. And the only thing running through his head was 'She talked to me like she doesn't know I'm 'The Boy Who Lived…''
Together all 4 of them walked up toward the house for dinner, each wondering what exactly it was they were going to have.
