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A/N: I tried to make this chapter longer and I'm so sorry that it isn't really :(. Anyway this is them filling in the surveys, but next chapter will be them finding out who their soulmate is. I have a bit of a dilemma though. Should i write them finding out all together or separately? Please Read and Review!
Annaxx
Everyone was here. The entire Weasley family plus Harry, Hermione, Oliver, Dean and Seamus stared at the letters stacked innocently in a pile on the worn dining table. Scratched and scraped, the table stood in stark contrast to the bright white of the parchment and the harsh brutality of the matt black ink. But the difference ran far deeper than the surface, the table had weathered years of abuse at the hands of the weasleys and their associates but had stood solid, secure and omnipresent, had stood in a house of love and it showed. The parchments were impersonal and baring news that would change the wizarding world and everything it represented. It was unanimous. They prefered the table.
Molly took a shallow breath and gathered her strength.
"Well then." she began "I suppose we better start filling these out" She faked a smile and began to hand them out. The enture company was far too shocked to do anything except mutely grab the questionnaires and quills. It took a bit longer for them to begin, many just staring at the parchment as if waiting for it to burst into flames.
When finally the scratch of quills and the heaviness of the sighs were the only sounds of the room, Molly allowed herself a little sob. Backing into the kitchen she plastered a hand over her mouth so as to muffle her distress. Silent tears run down her cheeks and then, without warning, she's howling. Her children - for she's come to think of everyone in that room as her own - sent off to unknown people, at the will of a ministry official. And she's no longer uncontrollably sad, she's angry. The kind of reckless anger that often haunts the hopeless. She wants to march into the Ministry and give them a piece of her mind. But she is a mother first and foremost, and she will not leave her children. So she wipes her eyes on her apron, and stands tall, grabbing a lemon cake to use as an excuse for her disappearance. She places it in the middle of them, and although no one seems to move, when she turns back from switching on the lamp, all that's left is crumbs. She smiles at her children and their antics, and blinks her eyes to keep the tears that fill them from spilling over.
Meanwhile, the survey's content is making more than a few of them frown in confusion, as it escapes tjem how questions like what is your favourite colour will help contribute to finding their soulmates.
Ron, however is having different problems. He writes the same word, over and over again, only for it to turn red and vanish, the veritaserum in the quill showing its purpose. He eventually gives up and fills in a different word, looking at it hopefully as if waiting for the truth potion to reject it. It stays strong and solid, and his shoulders slump briefly before he continues to the next question, the lemon cake turned sour in his mouth.
When everyone is finished, they fold them up and give them to the owls, staring up at the sky. It stays grey and unforgiving, keeping the secrets of the future locked up tight and leaving those gathered in uncertainty.