The Snapshot of Second Generation
by Cynthia Taz

Rating and such please refer to Chapter One.

Note: Thanks for everyone's wonderful review. Can't do it without u guys! This chapter is longer than others 'cos of my determination to make it more fun... and caused the whole thing no longer 'dabble' (not that it was exactly dabble before... thanks Demona for pointing out my mistake!). My examination is coming so it'll probably take even longer to update other stories, but since I've already edited until ch.8 for this one I can probably do a more frequent update. Thx again:)

Four : Let's Party

"All your books? And your clothes?"

"Gee, take a chill pill already. It's not like this is my first year at Hogwarts."

Hermione Weasley sent a dead glare at her daughter. "Did you or did you not forget a whole box of textbooks last year?"

"C'mon, 'Mione. They're just books-" Ronald Weasley swallowed a bit when the glare that was directing towards his daughter was now directed to him. "What?" He asked, rather defensively.

"It is because of this kind of attitude that she does not take her study seriously!"

"Blood hell! She is only twelve! Who would take school seriously at twelve..." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "... Except you!" Ron took a step towards Hermione. "She's suppose to have fun, 'Mione. Do you remember 'fun'? F-U-N haha-fun?"

"'FUN'!" Hermione shouted as she also moved closer to Ron. "Fun is getting good grades in classes, not causing half of the students in school flying around in the Great Hall with bird wings on their heads! And for Merlin's sick, 'fun' spells F-U-N, not F-A-N!"

"F-A-N... F-U-N... who cares!"

"It's a simple word!"

Then, the husband and wife rushed forward, their lips met in passion until loud whistle caused them to jump away. "Youngster present in the room!" Faith announced.

"Nothing you've never seen before..."

Faith and Hermione both narrowed their eyes at Ron before the young Weasley turned towards her mother. "And aren't you having a meeting this morning?"

"Right. Make sure that your father brings all those boxes with you, and no fireworks. Merlin knows you blew up the bathroom more times in one year than your uncle Fred and George did for their whole seven years in Hogwarts." Hermione bended down and placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead, much to her dismay. "See you in Hogwarts." She apparated away.

"What am I? Five?" Faith wiped away the kiss her mother had placed.

Ron smiled at his only daughter. "You know, you mother's right... sometimes. I still say the firework you used at the lavatory last Christmas's brilliant. We could even see it in Hogsmeade."

"Well, she's your woman. You tell her."

"Tell her? Are you off your trolley? She sent a Hollow at my work last year after she found out I sent you that Wing Spray(1)." Ron snorted. "C'mon. We better be going."

"Right." Faith nodded, her hand reaching for the bag of Hen Cream(2) under her robe. "Let's party."

(1)+(2) All these goodies are inspired by 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes':

(1) A spary that turn user's ears into bird wings; the wings will flip uncontrolable, causing the target to fly all over the place.

(2) A orginaly tasted custard cream that transfigure eater in a hen.