That night, we went over the plan for the dinner.

"So half way through dinner, you make an excuse to go to the toilet and investigate - if anyone catches you, say you got lost, we only need a layout of the house right now." I told Jenna, as I added room sizes to the 'list of reasons the Weasley's should be investigated' board.

It took a while to convince Jenna that I was right about their house size - in fact I now referred to their house to a tardis which annoyed Jenna to no end.

"I know, I know, I got it, reckon we were meant to wear something nice?" She asked as she looked through my wardrobe which now had all of her clothes in even though she was only staying the week. She did like clothes a lot, like, a lot.

"Who knows? I'm just going to stick with this outfit..." I trailed off as I looked down at my shorts and vest top that had somehow got a stain on it, "ok, maybe not." I said ignoring Jenna's raised eyebrow.

I rummaged through my drawers and found a respectable top that would stop me from getting cold later. That's me, the practical one.

"You're so boring! You should wear a dress; give that Fred boy something to look at!" Jenna said as she looked through her clothes again.

I gaped at her, "what?!" I exclaimed.

"You heard me," she responded, her head hidden behind clothes. "Aha!" She appeared fully again with a dress in her hand that was covered in a floral pattern. "You can wear this."

"What?!" I exclaimed again, "no way. I'm sticking with this top." I said as I made a quick escape to the bathroom to put it on.

"Next time, you have to let me choose what you wear!" I heard her say through the door. I sighed, "Fine!" Quit judging my push over side, ok?

"Now we just need to make your hair a bit more acceptable..." She said as I walked out, she was now in the dress she tried to give to me a few moments ago.

"My hair never does anything!" I said as I ran a hand through it somewhat unconsciously (you know when people mention something your attention is somehow drawn to that thing? Like when someone gets out a phone, you check yours too).

"It does when I work with it! Let me just sort out my own..." She said and stood in front of the mirror.

Jenna had the kind of hair that looked brilliant whatever she did with it, I was constantly jealous of her hair - it just worked. Not to mention it was a nice blonde that was almost down to her waist. This was probably the main reason she has an easy chance to get popular if she wanted but for some reason she sticks around the dork (a.k.a me).

My hair was the opposite - straight, brown and on lucky days, it had a wave in it. It was around the same length as Jenna's though so that was a small victory.

Jenna returned with her hair tousled like she had just been to the beach. Damnit.

"Your turn!" She grinned and sat me down in front of the mirror and took hold of the curling tongs she had brought with her.

"It will just fall out," I told her as she rolled up the first piece.

"Nonsense, you just need to stop fiddling with it!" She chastisedz me and I groaned. Fiddling with my hair was how I got through awkward situations and tonight was going to be one.

I watched as more and more curls appeared in my hair. I had to admit, without Jenna thinking my hair was her personal project, my hair would be a constant state of being tied up. Jenna hates the idea though, says it ruins hair and it can't be at its full potential. She tried to style my hair at every given opportunity even if I wasn't going to leave the house.

When she was done she instructed me to close my eyes and hold my breath then showered my hair in hairspray. She wasn't one to save the environment.

"There! See! Beautiful! If only you'd wear a dress - that Fred boy will be stunned for words!" She tried to compliment me.

"You mean stunned at the fact my parents aren't with us." I said avoiding the latter comment.

"Nonsense, he was using that as an excuse to see you!" Jenna tried to convince me.

"He invited you too! Maybe he likes YOU." I said trying to take the topic away from Fred.

"He only had eyes for you, Cassie!" She simply said before walking out the room.

She walked back in, "you coming? We're already a minute late!" She grinned.

Brilliant.

I muttered about how we had only talked to him for five minutes as I joined her at the front door.

We walked across the road and this time I made Jenna knock. Fred greeted us at the door grinning the same as earlier. "No parents?" He asked me not even looking surprised.

"They're on holiday actually, figured you wouldn't mind just us!" Jenna explained for me and I shot her a thankful glance as Fred invited us in.

"Wait till you meet my family; they really want to meet you," he told me then looked at Jenna, "and you of course!"

Jenna grinned, "Everyone always loves me!"

I rolled my eyes, "correction: everyone always hates you!"

She pouted, "Then what does that make them think of you?"

"I scare them off with all my brilliant fandom references." I responded with a shrug. Fred watched bemused.

"Guys, we shouldn't keep them waiting, this way!" He turned around and walked down the corridor to the garden.

Jenna and I took no time following not wanting to be left behind.

As we entered the garden, I recognized Mr and Mrs Weasley standing by a table and barbeque - guess it was barbequed food for tea tonight since I could smell the food from it.

Mr Weasley walked over and shook our hands, "Lovely to meet you both finally! You really need to persuade your parents to come over sometime!" He said to me and I nodded, "I will try, they're on holiday at the moment though so..." I trailed off.

"Left you at home by yourself?" Mrs Weasley asked as she shook our hands and introducing herself.

"Jenna here is staying for the week so I'm not too lonely," I grinned at Jenna who smiled back. "Or bored!" She added.

We had just sat down (Jenna had expertly made it so I had to sit next to Fred) when a loud crash sounded from the house. Mr Weasley groaned and excused himself muttering something about a picture always falling down. I raised an eyebrow at Jenna who grinned.

"Now ladies, are either of you vegetarian?" Mrs Weasley asked trying to change the subject and we shook our heads. "Good, because it's burgers on the menu tonight!" There was a further crash and a yell from a voice I didn't recognize. "I better go see if George is ok..." Mrs Weasley said hastily and went back into the house.

"Does this happen often?" Jenna asked Fred who laughed, "You could say that, it's never quiet in our house that's for sure!"

"You don't say..." I muttered.

Fred grinned, "There is no such thing as a quiet Weasley!"

"I am beginning to see that," I said.

"Is your house usually quiet then?" Fred asked and I laughed shaking my head.

"Depends if my brother, Jason is home or not, he tends to voice his every thought oh and not to mention experiment with the weirdest things..." I trailed off remembering when Jason had once tried to keep a pet rat in the house much to our mum's shock.

Mr and Mrs. Weasley chose that moment to return before Fred could ask further, Mr. Weasley's hair somewhat dishevelled.

"Sorry about that!" Mr Weasley told us a little out of breath sitting next to Jenna again, "our house is just falling apart!" He grinned. Guess that's where Fred got his ever growing grin from.

"What happened?" I asked hoping I didn't sound too curious.

"Picture fell down, then as I tried to put that up a shelf fell down, we're thinking of getting a repairman in to fix a series of things around the house, there are just too many and we don't have the time!" He told me and I realised this was a golden opportunity. My dad was a repairman! Oh the coincidence is so good, maybe there is a god looking out for me!

"My dad's a repairman!" I said.

"He fixed our ever falling down kitchen cabinet once!" Jenna told him helping me.

Mr Weasley looked surprised then grinned, "I'll have to arrange something with him soon then!"

"I'll be sure to tell him," I said and he grinned.

"Reckon the food is cooked, dear?" Mrs Weasley asked and Fred's eyes widened.

"Oh yeah!" He hopped up and opened the barbeque. Thankfully nothing was burnt, and he served it expertly.

"Um, where's the toilet?" Jenna asked a few minutes later after we had begun eating.

"Down the corridor, last room on the right," Mrs Weasley said. Jenna nodded and walked into the house. Hopefully she could map out the first floor in the time she had. She had no excuse to go upstairs now unfortunately.

"So, Cassie," Mr Weasley began, "Are you doing well at school?"

Oh bloody hell. "I guess? I mean I'm not failing..." I trailed off wishing I could lie better.

"Good! You aren't too smart," he began to mock whisper, "the smart people are no fun!" He grinned.

"Yet you chose to marry one." Mrs Weasley smirked and he shrugged, "someone needed to give our kids a chance at not failing since I left school early remember!"

I had a feeling the Mr Weasley hadn't tried hard at school and was lucky enough to find a good job anyway whereas Mrs Weasley was a hard worker and got a better job. "They do this all the time," Fred whispered to me.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, they like to try and one up each other which is pointless since they're both doing completely different jobs." He told me.

"I work in a joke shop with my brother!" Mr Weasley beamed interrupting our conversation.

"A joke shop?" I repeated in question form. To be honest I didn't think those things existed anymore - everyone brought prank stuff online nowadays, especially Jenna.

"Yep! Most popular one in Britain!" He grinned.

"Wow..." I said in awe wondering how I had never heard of it. Jenna arrived back and grinned at me and I knew she had done her job. I felt like a spy in the enemy's home even though the Weasley's were anything but.

"What's happening?" She asked sitting back down.

"Well Mr Weasley works in a joke shop!" I told her knowing how she'd react.

"No way! I love those sorts of places! I prank people ALL the time!" She said enthusiastically. They both began an in-depth conversation on pranks.

"Mum's a doctor, you know," Fred told me and Mrs Weasley laughed, "I can't compete with a joke shop owner but I try."

"That must've been a lot of work..." I said thinking about someone in school who has always gotten straight A's just so she can become a doctor.

Eventually we left back to our own house promising to come over again soon.

"So what did it look like?!" I asked immediately as I went to the big sheet of paper I had laid out on the dining table before we had left.

"Even better, I recorded it." Jenna grinned smugly as she took out her phone and showed me the footage of her walking into each room.

"You, are a genius." I said after we had watched it.

Soon enough a loose sketch of the bottom floor had been made with 10 rooms in total on it.

"It doesn't make sense!" I sighed as I tried to comprehend how it worked.

"I don't know either, but we WILL figure this out, you got me into the investigation, I damn well want to see an end!" Jenna grinned. "I didn't even recognize the name of Mr Weasley's joke shop! Something like Weasley wheezes or something... I'll look it up later."

A/N ok I know I'm rubbish at writing conversations, I'm working on it! Also I didn't want to bore you all with a long chapter and such which is why it kind of ended abruptly. They wouldn't have talked about anything interesting anyway :P

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