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SingingBird812- Thanks so much! I love that saying so I thought it'd be great for Figgy's!

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Disclaimer- I own none of the cute kids in this story nor their cat loving sitter.

One last note, text in italics are thoughts.

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While Figgy was busy telling the twins about Fwoopers, (A/N- sorry, anyone who doesn't know what a Fwooper is, check HPL!) the older kids were playing a game of exploding snaps. Right as she finished, an especially loud crack went off followed by cheers and laughter from the players. Yet, as soon as the ruckus was at it's loudest, the babies started waking up, crying.

"And James had said that this Harry's nap time, not when he's here obviously." She proceeded to carry Harry upstairs and into her room. After setting his basket down on the floor of her room, she went back for Ron and Neville. They'd already given her a headache so she was glad to give them all nookies to keep them silent. She'd never been one to sing so she was happy when the three had gone back to sleep.

"Before the next blasted Order meeting, I'd better go out and buy a walkie-talkie for between my room and the living-room. Like oil and water, babies and twins don't go together." She smiled at the sleeping wizards and went back downstairs. Sadly, the peace and quiet was left up the steps.

The magical game was starting to get vicious, sparks were flying everywhere, Fred and George were running around the playing table screaming their heads off. In the distance, the doorbell rang. "Merlin's beard, who could that be?" She mumbled, "Alright everyone, stop playing for a moment, someone's at the door. Fred, take that collar off your neck and George, stop annoying your brothers with that kitty toy. Please!"

Figgy walked to the door and opened it. "Hello? Oh." A hopeful looking young man was smiling at her.

"Hello mam, I was wondering if you wanted to help send food to the homeless..." As he went on with his spiel, she realized how rotten her luck was. First of all, she was a Squib, probably the worst luck ever. Because of being non-magical, she got stuck with the kids while the other grown-ups did the important work on the Order. On top of it all, as she watches young kids with unrestrained magic, she gets a charity worker.

Summoning up the nicest attitude she could muster, she asked if he could come back later seeing as she had too much on her plate at the moment. The man went away in a humph, let's see him try and manage wizards. She went back to the living-room to the kids who were waiting on her to keep playing. "Alright, he's gone. Come on boys," she said, addressing the twins. "Let's go draw." They followed her up the stairs to the study. Retrieving a couple of drawing books and some crayons they headed back downstairs.

The twins took to drawing with a passion. They started showing each other what they'd drawn. "Here Gowgie, pasty!" Giggling, this went on for a while. Ms. Figg watched the boys from her favorite comfy chair. Some of the drawings were pretty gross with kids being sick all over the place. Then others had to do with kids playing with odd looking frisbees and walking bombs. She decided it was better not to ask.

Since it was getting to be time for the parents to get back, she brought the little ones back from her room and got the twins ready to go. "Do you want to take your drawings with you, or shall I keep them?"

George looked to Fred, "I tink you, mum wouldn't like 'em." Fred nodded, pure words of wisdom.

"Right, well I think I hear them now, off you get."

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Another chapter is up finally! Please give me your thoughts on what you think, how I should improve and what should happen. This fluff might be getting a bit too fluffy!