Confused
After Billie had returned from school, she rushed passed Patty, her housekeeper, to her room to prepare for the night ahead of her. Billie's bedroom was her sanctuary. She had a cherry wood queen four poster bed along with a matching dresser and night stand. On this particular instance, Billie ignored her dressers and went straight to the back of her closet, where she kept the clothing that she used when she went on missions like the one she planned for that evening. She tore a grey turtleneck off the hanger before quickly pulling it over her head, all the while stuffing her legs into a pair of black jeans. To a normal person she would be hardly visible at the speed she was changing; her feet were in her shoes before two seconds had gone by. Stealthily Billie crawled out her window and jumped off the roof, careful not to alert Patty of her departure.
Billie took a deep breath of the fresh outside air, she let it fill her, she felt the oxygen flowing through her, energizing her. "Well, here goes…" she mumbled under her breath. Then she was running.
The air flowed past her at a speed that didn't seem possible, and the street's glowing lights were nothing more than a blur of golden yellow. Billie subconsciously closed her eyes, hardly thinking about where she was, but instead about where she was going. Behind her eyelids she saw a tall lopsided house, a house that so broken and unsteady that it seemed as if it were held together by magic. Instinctively, she knew that that was her destination. Billie opened her eyes as she veered left past a house that she knew was there before she saw it, and she relied on her intuition to bring her to this place in her head.
Only moments later the house that Billie had imagined was right in front of her. Disbelief, shock, and wonder flowed through her, what was this new power? Billie felt extremely powerful at the moment, the feeling was incredibly liberating, but at the same time, in the back of Billie's mind, it was also enormously terrifying. Billie shook off the two conflicted emotions as she proceeded on her mission.
She eased up towards the house and traveled along its bordering edge until she reached a narrow window. She peered through it only to be awed by the sight. There were many dishes flying through the air in order to reach their destinations; the dishes scrubbed themselves and the stew mixed its own ingredients. Billie stared, wide eyed at the unbelievable sight. What the hell?
Billie suddenly froze as she heard the crackle of leaves behind her. Someone was right behind her. She briefly wondered why her intuition had failed her before she turned to face the mysterious being behind her.
To her surprise, it was Fred who was standing before her.
"Who are you?" Fred asked.
Billie was even more taken aback by that inquiry. "Billie, remember me…from school…" Billie was unsure about how to respond. It must seem extremely odd for someone that he had just met to show up at his house uninvited.
Fred merely cocked his head, "I'm quite sure that I've never met you…Wait, Angelina? You and your stupid polyjuice potions…"
"Wait, what?"
"Come on Angy, give it up," he clapped a hand on her shoulder and began leading her to an entrance to the house, "jig's up, you can't fool the master." He led her into a large narrow room with an extremely long wooden table. There were three red headed boys sitting at the table chatting extremely loudly amongst themselves.
"That dragon nearly killed me, it did, I never felt that close to death…" on of the boys was saying animatedly to the others.
"Hey mum," Fred yelled, "Ange's gonna stay for dinner, alright?" He sat attempted to sit Billie down in the seat beside the smallest red haired boy, but she refused, finally finding her voice and a story to go along with it.
"Fred, we met today in class remember? I was you're school guide, and Mr. Naltu asked me to come by so that I could meet your parents and tell them about the school's curriculum."
Fred stared at Billie questioningly for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "Oy, Fred! You've got a visitor, seems she's a muggle!" Immediately all of the chatter stopped and complete silence ensued. Billie then heard frantic footsteps coming down the stairs behind her, and to her surprise she turned to see Fred. Again. She looked hurriedly between the two.
"Fred?" She said in a small voice.
"Hey Billie!" The second Fred said enthusiastically, "how're you?" He paused for a second as he looked at the faces of all the red heads, "oh, and what're you doing here?"
Billie told him her fake story about Mr. Naltu's request.
"Really? How'd you find out where we lived?"
"Um…Mr. Naltu gave me your address." The second fred looked at her curiously for a moment before temporarily dismissing the thought, Billie had a feeling that that was not the last time that subject would be brought up.
"Hey, I'm a little confused right now…um, Fred, are you a twin?" One would think that Billie's intuition would have told her such a thing.
The second Fred nodded, "I'm Fred, he's George." Fred pointed to George, who had a perplexed look on his face.
"Damn…" George said somewhat silently, "I was sure it was her…"
What seemed like the eldest red haired boy stood up, "Fred, George, can I speak with you two for a moment?"
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Alright, I know that I ended this in a dumb place. But I really have a lot more, I promise. And I'll be updating a lot more in a little while, once vacation starts. Not that anyone even cares… if you're masochistic enough to read my crappy writing, why don't you push the envelope a little further and leave me a review? That would be nice. Nallybaba likes reviews. If you leave me a review, I'll wuv you forever! Alright, have a nice day. Unless you don't review, in which case, I hope that you have a very very bad day. Jk. Kind of.