A/N: Isabelle Weasley is Percy & Audrey's 3rd daughter, 4th child. She's kind of a loner in her family, and chooses friends over huge Weasley reunions at times! xD She's Rosie & Al's age. I know this is sorta like Fred's…ah well…
For the real Isabelle, with love!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter no me pertenece. Thank you Bendleshnitz!!
Isabelle Weasley
Noise
"Shut up!"
"Isabelle!"
"What, Dad? Listen to them! It's all, 'Blah blah blah, I'm a stupid little kid, I act all charming but I'm really annoying!'"
"Kimberly and Sara are far from annoying, Isabelle! Now go to your room and don't come back until you're ready! And don't try to sneak off again—do you want purple elephant ears like last time?"
Blushing. Groans. Shouts and squeals in the background. "Dad! I'm not five anymore—sending me to my room isn't so scary."
"Isabelle, we know it's horrible for you to spend one night away from your friends." The voice of reason without a vein popping out of her neck—Mum.
"Mum, please! Can I at least call Cherrie? Her house is so…peaceful!"
Laughter. "Cherrie Thomas, you mean, dear? You think her house is peaceful?"
"Less noisy! Why did you have to have six kids anyway? Molly, Lucy, Jake and I were fine!"
"Don't you dare say that again, little girl." The worst mocking.
Molly and Lucy sit whispering on the couch together, sending annoyed glances at Isabelle and Kimberly and Sara, respectively.
Jake sits at the counter, eating ice cream and reading a book.
Kimberly and Sara are playing in the yard, some game that involves squeals and laughter—too much noise for Isabelle.
"I am not a little girl, Father."
"Father? Is that supposed to make you older?" An aggravated brother.
"Jake! I thought you were on my side!"
Laughing humorlessly. "Go away, kid."
An indignant shout, and then pounding up the stairs.
Sighs. "When will she grow up?"
"Oh, Audrey, this is her 'Almost-Teenager' phase. Molly went through it, remember? Always screaming at people to treat her older."
"Yeah, and then I got older!" Laughter.
"She'll get over it." Confidently.
The next morning, Isabelle walks down the stairs in pajamas and hugs her little sisters. "I'm sorry, everyone."
Percy sends everyone a self-satisfied smile. Audrey laughs.
Yes, she'll get over it.