I cracked up. Ginny rolled around the floor, laughing. Percy opened his gigantic mouth to say something. This made Ginny laugh even harder. His tongue was roughly the size of a small watermelon.

"Whnnn I tlllmummmm yrr ging to bebeseed. Stttopths numnosendee ad me bbncak bisk infasnt!" blabbed Percy completely. (When I tell Mum you're going to be busted. Stop this nonsense and change me back this instant.)

He continued talking incoherent nonsense words and when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs again, it was to no surprise. The noise Percy was making while struggling to speak could have been heard in London. As Percy heard the footsteps coming he smirked rudely at me, gave me a hand gesture that would have made his mother turn over in her grave, if she were dead, and then walked over to the door on his, sadly, perfectly normal feet. At that time I had a marvelous idea.

"Accio Camera!"I whispered hastily, pointing my wand at my luggage and flicking it.

My wand was luckily not so defective that it didn't summon the camera, but it hit Ginny in the head and then whizzed my way. I caught it. After that I put the digital camera on, zoomed in and then, precisely meticulous, I took a picture just as the person who was coming up entered. It was a man with red balding hair and startlingly blue eyes, Mr. Weasley. It was such an incredible picture; Mr. Weasley astonished at his sons appearance and delighted at the camera I was holding and Percy, mad with wings and a giant tongue. Fred and George would want additional copies and, probably, autographs. Percy was going to kill me! I kind of already had that coming though.

"Hi?" I said my stomach feeling weak and squeamish at the sight of an adult who knew full well that I had hexed Percy. I bent my feet outward. I do that when I'm really nervous. Or I start giggling uncontrollably.

"What's that you're holding? Does it run on eclecticty? Or those little can thingies? Uh…batteries?" Mr. Weasley said, delighted, with the art of a school child at a spelling bee, guessing and then receiving the right answer.

I couldn't believe it.Apparently Percy couldn't either, as his mouth fell agape, leading his tongue to loll out, giving him an irreplaceable troll look on his face. Mr. Weasley looked at me expectantly, so I gave him the camera.

"It runs on batteries. So are you mad about…?" I nudged my head towards Percy.

"What?" Mr. Weasley looked at me, slightly confused, and then saw Percy, a look of understanding dawning on his befuddled face.

"Oh. Erm, about that… I think the counter curses are the two spells Episky and Evanesco. But the tongue…"

I shrugged at Percy, who grimaced, and then performed the two spells. Then I saw what Mr. Weasley meant. The tongue that had a minute ago just been a watermelon size was now gone. Gone. Gone. Okay, I get that I need to face the reality, but looking down Percy's throat where his tongue use to be did not just bring me a feeling of whoops-I-messed-up- againness, but also a slight feeling of side along apparition style nausea.

"Nothing a little Restoring Draught won't fix up… I might be worried about his behavior towards you afterward," Mr. Weasley said, still inspecting the camera with wondering eyes.

"Ooh! Percy has no tongue…George; I think we should be more careful around Scarlett in the future."

"OW!"

"Oww. Now my knuckles are sore. Look what you've done." I glowered at Fred. Or maybe it was George? I still have not inherited Stella-esque ninja skills that way. The twin smirked obnoxiously.

The twins had arrived and were now sitting next to a laughing but tired Ginny. Mr. Weasley showed them the picture, on my camera. Percy's eyes were glaring furious evil daggers at me and the twins were smiling at me in an amiable, yet creepy, way.

"Mr. Weasley, I could hardly expect a difference in the way he acts towards me. Being friends with the two siblings who go out of their way to make trouble for him kind of already puts me into the disliked/disturbed category," I said, smiling and looking pointedly at the twins who had their arms around my shoulders...

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