Title: Dratted Death Eaters
Author: Super Smexy Snuffles
Beta: RFLupin
Disclaimer: We already went over this...
Rating: Jellyfish...squishy but deadly...ok let's go with PG-13
Chapter 5: Suicides and Gnomes
It had been a week since the trip to the Hollow, and there was an air of hope permeating their daily activities. All of which had been growing increasingly more…structured. Alexandra had systematically taken over their education. And it was brutal, so much so that Fleur volunteered to go on errands for absolutely everyone to escape. You see, Alexandra believed that first you must hone reflexes and speed, before learning more spells and charms. Mrs. Weasley agreed wholeheartedly, and they had collaborated and devised a routine: wake(loudly and/or with force if necessary), stretch, warm up, run a mile(half to a point then return), breakfast(no overindulging), training/chores( if there was a way to incorporate one in the other they found it), lunch, and reviewing all that the should know by now, until dinner, then immediately to bed. To whom did this extend? Why every member of the order, well they all participated in the training and chores(especially the Weasley Horde, Harry, Hermione, and Neville, whom had arrived two days previous). Seeing as all of them would be residing in the Burrow for some time, it seemed only reasonable. Minnie had agreed it was sensible and fair, and all were obliged to participate at least marginally( most managed to escape after lunch).
"Today, you will run Gnome Suicides. You run from the backdoor, to the middle of the yard, then back to the door, then to the fence. You are required to de-gnome the place in the process. I will run as well, but the gnomes are yours to tackle." With that last comment she blew her whistle, and they proceeded.
They were steadily growing more accustomed to the way their training progressed. Fred and George could also be counted on to liven things up a bit. Today, as they ran, they had a gnome war. As they de-gnomed their sections, they hurled gnomes at everyone from Harry and the other younger people, to Sirius and Remus who had gathered to watch. Bill and Charlie were running as well, but everyone knew not to throw at them, Charlie would punch any guy, and Bill was likely to hex you to hell and back.
The result was, after everyone else was dismissed for lunch, Fred and George had to do forty-three push ups( the grand total they had hurled at others, before Bill, in a fit of extreme grumpiness, hit them with the Jelly-legs hex thus making them topple).
Phlegm had developed an intense dislike for Alexandra, largely because all were at ease with her, and had accepted her immediately. Fleur, meanwhile had to feign sweetness and sunshine to people she cast as beneath her.
This culminated in a row between the two…
The whole house echoed with their arguing, and they were arguing in the middle of the kitchen. Convenient for all that wanted to view the spectacle. Sirius had made popcorn, and along with Harry, Remus, and the twins, sat a the table eating and watching. Bill stood in the doorway with Charlie, both were frowning, but kept Mama Weasley from rushing in to stop the fight. Indeed, Mama Weasley made few attempts to stop it, she was practically cheering for Alex. Someone was in fact cheering, and giggling in between, but nobody could discern who. Hermione and Ginny were absent, sent on an errand by Alex. All anyone knew was that it somehow involved Bill, and that that was what set off the fight.
"'Ow dare you! Zis is ridiculous!" Phlegm screeched, her arms flailing about. "Bill iz mine!"
"Stuff it you stroppy cow! I am done with this! You are a conceited little brat and you do not deserve the honor of marrying anyone, let alone one of the Weasleys. They are far to good for you, and it high time all realized it! You are not meant for any of them!" This caused gasps. When Alex said something to that effect, it was undoubtedly true. She had been to the future, she knew what would occur.
Phlegm gaped at her, then the words sunk in and their meaning did not escape even her. She screeched, becoming the horrid looking Veela that was half her pedigree. She launched herself at Alex. She was stopped by a hand that had forcefully pulled her back by her shirt, then let her drop to the ground.
"Retract your claws Veela, you do not wish to tempt fate," a cool and sarcastic voice entered, amid gasps of recognition. It was a woman, tall and thin with dark brown hair, and flanked by Hermione and Ginny, who nigh on clung to the hand she had clasped between both of her hands.
Mrs. Weasley clutched at her heart, and muttered "Oh, my sweet heavens is that…"
"Pippa?" Bill's shocked voice finished the question, and Mrs. Weasley fainted. Charlie caught her.
Sirius of course felt the need to comment in what he thought an ominous tone…
"Has the former fiancée returned from the grave? What new trials shall our heroes face, in the next installment of the top-rated soap opera, 'Wizard Angst'? Tune in and find out…"
Needless to say Alexandra immediately smacked him up side the head.