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Visiting the Weasleys

Calla wasn't the only one to jerk when the front door slammed open. She looked towards the direction of the front door and shivered, "Jane's pissed. Like worse than the time that Toby accidentally set her hair on fire."

"Better hide Jeff," Ben muttered earning a few snickers.

Hermione looked a bit lost and Calla told the girl, "Jane hates Jeff's guts because he ended up causing her to snap despite being perfectly sane. She's been after him ever since she snapped. She is actually one of the more tame ones," She watched as Jane trudged past the doorway towards Slenderman's office with her teeth bared, "While she doesn't actually attempt to kill him anymore due to the rules and has calmed down, she sometimes falls back onto old habits when she's really angry. During times like this, it's best that Jeff is out of the house until she isn't angry anymore."

"Otherwise you get a shit-ton of broken furniture, blood, and general destruction that isn't normally seen unless its Halloween," Toby looked at Hermione as the girl frowned, "D-don't worry too much about it,"

"But shouldn't you be worried if she tries to kill someone?" Hermione looked a bit scandalized.

Calla shook her head, "Not when it's one of them, they can't exactly die under normal circumstances."

Hermione and Vivian both looked at her in interest. Vivian put down her controller, "Shit, seriously?"

"Take Mr. Widemouth for example," Calla said as she began to imagine all the ways she could kill the creep, "If he get's shot in the head, he would die, right?"

"Yes because the head's were the brain is," Hermione said as Leon's energy radiated interest.

"No, he would not. Unfortunately," Calla muttered the last part and saw Hermione jerk a bit, "He would enter a death-like state where his body would repair the wound and make sure he's fully functional. When he wakes up, he'll have a minor headache, but that's about it,"

"Do you want him to die?" Hermione asked her with an appalled look on her face.

Calla sighed deeply and began to play with Candy Pop's necklace, "I don't like him and haven't since he nearly got me to break my neck when I was nine. He forgets that we're off-limits, Hermione."

"Oh," Hermione grimaced slightly.

Vivian shook her head, "You'll get used to everyone here saying they want to kill someone. Dear old dad wants to kill LJ a majority of the time."

"Hermione, just try not to think about it," Calla advised seeing that the bushy haired girl was still having trouble believing them, "You'll get used to it in time,"

"I don't know if I want too," Hermione mutters as Leon's energy buzzed in amusement.

The home of the Weasley family was called the Burrow. It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. Given the energy radiating off of it, it probably was. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance proudly read, THE BURROW. Jason looked at the odd house, "Fairly interesting, I don't think I've seen anything quite like it outside of LJ's fun house."

"Must be a fairly interesting place to live, but I think I prefer your workshop, Papa," Calla told him earning a soft smile.

"I don't know," Vivian said eyeing the Burrow with an intense amount of interest, "I think I'd prefer living here rather than at the mansion,"

"Then you wouldn't get to beat the boys' butts at Mario Kart," Calla pointed out.

Vivian shrugged lightly, "True, but there are the twins and those two would more than make up for it."

"But LJ-" Calla began only to be cut off by a bang sounding from the house.

A shout tore through the air quickly after, "FRED, GEORGE!"

"That must've been Mrs. Weasley," Calla said reaching up to rub her ears, "Definitely louder than I was expecting,"

"We should probably get going especially if we want to spend time with Fred and George," Vivian advised earning a nod.

With that, they walked down the winding path from the gate and soon reached the front door. Jason knocked on it and the door opened to reveal Ron, "He-Vivian, Calla, and Mr. Maker."

"Hey, Ron," Calla greeted him while looking at the cloud of smoke slowly floating out of the door, "Did the twin's try a new firework recipe or something?"

"Or something," Ron shook his head and moved to the side, "Come on in. Mom'll probably be scolding the twins for a little while,"

The inside of the Burrow was somewhat cramped, but gave off a homely feel that made Jason smile. It was definitely the kind of environment well loved kids came from. Ron led them to the kitchen as Calla asked, "How's your summer been so far, Ron? Mine's been fairly interesting especially since I got to meet a new family member."

"Not bad. A bit boring despite the twins trying to liven things up," Ron answered with a light smile, "I miss Ravenclaw if only because there are more people to play chess against not to mention I miss practicing magic,"

"But since you're under wards, can't you?" Vivian asked with a slight frown.

Ron shook his head, "Mom doesn't want us to. She wants to make sure we don't become lazy or something."

"Are you still able to practice making potions?" Calla asked earning a nod, "Good. You were passable when we left school, but those skills can degrade if not used often,"

"R-Oh, hello," A rather plump orangish red haired witch with soft brown eyes said as they entered the kitchen, "You must be Ron and the twin's friends,"

"I am Jason Maker," Jason introduced himself, "This is my daughter Calla and her friend Vivian. Vivian's father would've come along, but he's being held up at work,"

"Not that he would want to come anyway," Vivian muttered earning a snort from Calla.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maker," Mrs. Weasley replied with a warm smile, "Vivian and Calla, it is a pleasure to meet you as well,"

"Please call me Jason," Jason told the woman, "After all, you've invited us into your home for a short while,"

"Call me Molly," Mrs. Weasley replied before looking at Ron, "Ron, why don't you take Vivian and Calla on a tour?"

Ron nodded lightly, "Sure, Mom. C'mon you two."

Calla looked at him and he nodded with a smile earning a beaming grin in return. She hugged him before the three children disappeared back into the living room. Molly let out a soft laugh, "Let's sit down. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, if you don't mind," Jason took a seat in the kitchen as Molly went around getting tea ready, "I really must thank you for allowing us into your home. I know that Calla has been missing Ron and the twins greatly,"

"They've missed her as well," Molly said with a small laugh, "You wouldn't believe how happy they were to find out that she'd be coming for a visit,"

Jason nodded as he began to look around the room before spotting the rather odd clock on the way, "I don't think I've ever seen a clock like that."

"Oh that, it's been in my family for years. It tells us where each member of the household is and their health," Mrs. Weasley informed him.

"I'll have to see if I can make something like that," Jason murmured as he eyed it, "It would be useful especially with how easy it is for Calla to find trouble,"

"You really ended up getting grounded?" Ron asked earning a grimace, "And Vivian didn't?"

"Which is the most fucked up part about all of this," Calla pouted as Vivian laughed at her.

Ron shook his head, "Man, I don't envy you. Getting grounded sucks."

"Tell me about it," Calla still couldn't believe Vivian hadn't gotten into trouble, "I could use my workshop or go anywhere fun. I also had to study some really boring stuff too. I mean sure it put me ahead, but that doesn't mean I liked it,"

Ron patted her shoulder as they heard a squeak and Calla looked towards the source to find a ginger haired girl staring at her. The girl, Ron's sister Ginny more than likely, radiated awe making her grimace a bit. Ron spoke, "Oh, that's my sister Ginny. Ginny, this is Calla and Vivian-"

"C-calla Potter," Ginny looked fit to faint.

"Please don't look at me like that," Calla told Ginny, "It's making me uncomfortable,"

Ginny promptly passed out. Vivian snickered patting Calla's shoulder, "Looks like you have a fangirl."

The look Calla shot Vivian said everything about how much she hated that statement.

The twins immediately grabbed Calla when they saw her and brought her to their rather clean looking room. Calla was set on one of their beds by George, "Sorry for the kidnapping, Calla."

"No problem so long as you don't do that whole twin speak stuff," Calla looked around their room curiously, "Your room is a lot cleaner than I expected,"

"We have to keep it clean otherwise Mom will try to find our pranks when she tries to clean it," Fred explained with an eye-roll, "How was your summer?"

"Got grounded..." Calla explained the whole washing machine incident, "And Vivian somehow didn't manage to get into trouble,"

"She's either very sneaky or very lucky," Fred shook his head, "Anyway, we kidnapped you for a reason,"

George nodded with a grin, "We came up with some new prank ideas..."

When the children were called down for dinner, Jason took one look at his daughter and told her, "No pranking in town or at Mr. Maurice's mansion."

Calla pouted at him, "Even if its Mr. Wide?"

While the offer was tempting, Jason had to say, "Even if its Mr. Wide."

"Dang it," Calla sighed out.

Everyone sat down for dinner after Arthur introduced himself to Calla and Vivian. Arthur spoke as they began to eat, "So Jason, you run a muggle toy-shop, right?"

"Yes though I'm going to be branching out into magical toys once I finish my current project," Jason looked at him curiously, "Why do you ask?"

"What is the purpose of a rubber duck?" Arthur asked.

Jason would've felt incredulous if it weren't for the fact some wizards were exceptionally blind. Calla answered, "They're things you play with in the bath that are mostly used for little kids. Some adults use them too."

"Like LJ," Vivian said earning a snort.

"LJ's like a big kid though," Calla pointed out before taking a bite of her carrots, "Then again, most of the adults back at the mansion are like kids. Toby for example,"

"It makes things a lot more fun though," Vivian said earning a nod of agreement.

"Do you think we could come visit?" Fred asked earning an immediate negative.

"No," Vivian, Calla, and Jason said at the same time.

The Weasley looked at the trio in surprise and Jason explained, "A few of the mansion's residents that have been away for awhile recently came back due to needing to recover from some rather traumatic events. As a result, they tend to shoot first and ask questions later when it comes to strangers."

"Not to mention the whole thing with everyone getting food poisoning a few days ago," Calla added with a grimace, "I hope that will teach them not to let Jeff cook,"

"Oh dear," Molly shook her head, "That's a shame. Will they be alright?"

"Eventually," Jason said before looking at the twins, "You maybe able to come visit our home though it isn't very exciting,"

"That works," George shrugged lightly.

Dinner conversation moved away from such subjects and onto some lighter ones.

Candy Pop looked up when he heard the front door open, "How'd your visit go?"

"It was so much fun," Calla said as she kicked off her shoes before walking over and plopping herself down in his lap, "The twins and I came up with so many new ideas," She pouted slightly, "Papa won't let me use them though,"

Candy Pop looked at Jason and earned a shrug in response, "Why not just talk to LJ?"

Calla immediately brightened and hugged him, "Thanks Poppy!"

Calla jumped off of his lap and began heading towards the door only for Jason to catch her around the waist. Jason said, "Nope. You're going to go get the rest of your summer homework done. LJ is on a job at the moment."

Calla pouted, "Dang it."

"Go get your homework done and we'll watch some horror movies," Jason said making the girl perk up.

"Okay, Papa!" Calla agreed and Jason let her go.

As Calla raced upstairs, Candy Pop commented, "She seems a bit hyper."

"We were in a magically enriched area and had magical sweets for dessert, I'd be surprised if she wasn't," Jason replied as he took off his shoes and walked over to sit down on the couch.

Candy Pop leaned back in his chair, "So not a bad visit?"

"No. I can honestly say that I actually like the Weasleys though I will admit their daughter is a bit unsettling," Jason said earning a curious look, "She's apparently a 'girl-who-lived' fangirl,"

Candy Pop shuddered slightly, "I don't blame you. Fangirls suck."

One of the worst parts about being famous killers were the fans that ended up appearing for whatever reason. Some of them tried to mimic their favorite pasta which was fairly amusing and often led to a lot of laughs especially when the idiots were caught/killed. The rest were fans which ranged from those that admired them to the insanely creepy sycophants. The fact that Calla was famous in the magical world meant she definitely had some, but they had hoped she'd never have to deal with them. Hearing that the little sister of Calla's friends was a fangirl left him grimacing, he hoped that the girl got over it when she realized that Calla wasn't some fantastical hero.