One note before I begin. The Lupins' house is called the Glen. It's rather secluded and surrounded by a small glen. :D Hence the name.

--Chapter 13-I'll Prove it to You--

Zarah and I were in the middle of cleaning the kitchen. We were doing it as a surprise for my parents. Mum was working, and dad had gone to do the week's shopping. We'd already washed the floor and were currently working on organizing the cabinets.

Zarah and I had originally planned on doing the dishes after the floor, but considering the amount of water we'd gotten on the floor during the washing process, we had figured it'd be safer to organize the cabinets in the long run.

"We're going to have to dance at the Farewell Ball, aren't we?" Zarah sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Hmm?" I had been scrubbing at a particularly tough spot when she had asked.

"I said, 'We're going to have to dance at the Farewell Ball, aren't we?'" she repeated and threw her rag at me.

The rag hit me on the side of the head, sending the scarf I had tied my head askew. I rolled my eyes and fixed my scarf. "Of course, Zar."

"I'm nearly incapable in that department," she groaned. "I couldn't waltz to save my life."

"It truly isn't that hard. I took lessons years ago to improve my balance. Dancing is the only thing that I'm positive I can do without falling flat on my face," I grinned at her.

Unconvinced, Zarah huffed and set back to work. I blinked for a moment and an idea came to me, "I'll prove it to you, Zar. Be back in a moment!"

I hurried into the living room, grabbing our pot of Floo powder on the way. A small fire remained from earlier, and when I tossed in a bit of powder, it flared up bright green. I stepped in, clearly stating, "351 River Song Lane!"

River Song Lane
I landed on the hardwood kitchen floor with a bang. "Ow," I muttered and rubbed my shoulder.

"Enna? What in the world are you doing here?"

"Hey, Ricky!" I grinned at my red headed friend. He was sitting at the table eating a sandwich. Natalie was in a highchair nearby, giggling at me. I stuck my tounge out at her. "I came to ask a favor."

"What?"

"Would you mind terribly coming over to my house?"

"Um--"

"Fredrick Weasley, what in the wor--Enna! Was that you?" Hermione had come rushing into the kitchen.

"The crash? Yeah, sorry. I sorta tripped on my way out of the fireplace."

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Mind if I borrow Ricky for a bit?" I smiled pleadingly at her.

"I suppose. Be home before dinner time, Ricky," Hermione agreed and set to cleaning Natalie up.

"Come on then!" I called after him as he went to find some Floo Powder. When he re-entered the kitchen to calmly for my taste, I grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the fireplace. I let him go first, and followed as soon as he disappeared in the green flames.

The Glen
"So what's this favor?" Ricky asked as he helped me up off the ground.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the kitchen. "Zarah's worried that dancing--well waltzing I think is the main thing--is hard. And I thought that we--"

"Hi, Ricky!" Zarah greeted him happily.

"You asked me here to dance?" Ricky gawked at me, his mouth hanging open in the most unflattering way.

"To prove a point, Ricky," I explained. I turned to Zarah, "Ricky took the class with me--"

"Forced to was more like it," Ricky snorted.

"So I brought him here to show you," I grinned happily. "The kitchen floor's still clear, so we've got a dance floor."

"No way!"

"If not for me, do it for poor, helpless Zar. . ." I pouted, making sure to make my lower lip quiver. Zarah followed the suit.

Ricky grumbled at bit but finally gave in in the end. I went off to find my old Muggle radio. Dad had modified it years ago, so we'd be able to listen to Muggle music even here. I brought it back to the kitchen and placed it on the counter.

"A song please? Something rather slow. It's been awhile since we've done this," I grinned apologetically at Zarah. She nodded and began flipping through stations. As she did so, Ricky and I positioned ourselves in the center of the kitchen. A few minutes passed, then the beginning notes of a slow song drifted over.

I intructed Zarah, "The first thing you must do is either bow or curtsy to your parter according to what your gender is--" I swept back into a "graceful" curtsy, grateful I'd put on a skirt this morning. Ricky bowed, looking slightly pink around the ears. "--Then you get ready--" Ricky took my left hand in his right, and placed his other hand around my waist. I smiled up at him, meeting his eyes."--And dance. . ." I finished in a whisper, never breaking my eye contact with Ricky. We whirled around the kitchen like we'd danced together for years. Like that part in Sleeping Beauty when Aurora first meets the prince.

Near the end of the song, I stepped--and slipped--in a puddle of water that hadn't dried yet. Ricky tried to keep me upright, but we ended up in a heap on the ground anyway.

"Very graceful," I murmured, smiling mockingly at Ricky. Zarah was laughing in the background.

"You're the one who slipped, not me."

"True," I cocked my head to the side, "You all right?"

"I would be if my back would stop aching, and the 130 pound lump currently laying on my chest would get off of me," he frowned.

I smacked him over the head none too gently, "A gentleman never talks about a lady's weight."

"I should be able to if the weight is suffocating me!"

"Merlin, you are a whiner!" I tried to stand up, but ended up slipping again. I landed hard on one of my elbows. I swore under my breath. Ricky sat up and laughed at me.

"You two alright?" . . .That voice. I knew that voice! I looked around so fast, my neck hurt. In the doorway to the kitchen was a tall redheaded man (alright, he had a streak or so of gray, but that only added to his appearance) with freckles and shiny burn marks up and down his arms.

"Charlie!" I cried happily and rushed over as quick as I could. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him happily. "What are you doing here?"

"I've got a week off, so I came to visit," he hugged me back. When we broke apart, Charlie placed a roughened hand under my chin and turned my head from side to side, inspecting my burn marks. The lower left part of my face was still rather pink, but thankfully it wasn't bright red anymore. I grinned at him."And look at this! Burn marks to rival my own. You look dashing, my dear." he declared and kissed my cheek.

"Girls aren't suppose to look dashing, Charlie!" I laughed. I held my hair out of the way to show him my neck which was worse than my face. "Now that's something that'll have the guys flocking."

"You look lovely, Enna. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

"Now would you be so kind as to tell my why you and my nephew were waltzing around the kitchen?"

"We, meaning me mostly, wanted to prove to Zar that dancing truly isn't so hard. I mean, I can do it. That stupid patch of water got in the way though." I wrinkled my nose. "Oh!" I'd forgotten to introduce Zarah!

I looked over at Zarah. She was standing near the radio, looking slightly out of place. "Charlie, this is my good friend Zarah Hunt. She'll be starting her seventh year at Hogwarts come September--" Charlie smiled warmly at Zarah. "--And Zar, this is my godfather Charlie Weasley. He works with dragons."

"Really?" Zarah asked, her eyes wide.

"Really," he laughed not unkindly. "Alright there, Ricky?"

"Fine," Ricky grumbled.

I went over and offered my hand to Ricky, "Come on, I'll help you up." Ricky scowled at me, but let me help him anyway.

The back door opened, and my dad came in carrying two bags of groceries. It took me a moment to realize, but he was walking straight towards that demonic puddle!

"Hi, Charlie! Ricky? What are you--"

"Dad! Stop!" I shouted a bit too late. He slipped in the puddle and went down with a surprised yelp. Food went everywhere, causing the clean floor to become dirty once more. I rushed over. "Dad, are you okay?" Then, being my graceful self, I tripped and landed in the egg glop. Face first. "Oh! Gross!" I wiped raw egg out of my eyes. "Dad! This isn't funny!" I shoved my dad, who was sitting up, shaking with silent laughter.

Thought that would be a nice note to end on. XD I slip and fall on my bum most everytime I have to wash the kitchen floor at my house. It hurts too!

And, yeah, I know that I didn't get the weight in proper terms but that's what I'm familiar with. XD

There is art for this chapter! See profile.

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