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Rose Weasley
"I'm Rose Weasley.", I said calmly. "Bloody hell, how many of you are there?" my Dad, Ron complained. "Well", I started smiling, "Seeing as I'm your daughter I thought you'd be happy about that.", I almost started laughing at his reaction. His ears turned red like they always did when he was embarrassed and he made a funny squeaking noise. "Ohhhhh, my little Ronnie, married!", Gran sniffed bursting into tears for the fifth time today. I heard laughter and turned. Of course, it was Uncle Fred and Uncle George, "Who'd you pay to marry you Ronniekins?", Uncle Fred laughed uncontrollably. Dominique, Fred, and James all started laughing too. I noticed my Mum, Hermione had a weird expression on her face. Finally Aunt Ginny said, "It's Hermione, isn't it? It must be, you look just like her except for the red hair.", she said knowingly. I nodded, "Yup! I'm in my third year and in Gryffindor.", I said proudly. "ABOUT TIME!", shouted Uncle Harry who looked like he'd been trying to get it out of his system for years. Gran and Gramps were both beaming at Ron and Hermione. Ron's ears had gone incredibly red and Hermione's face was the same color as my hair. Uncle George was still laughing but now Uncle Fred was scowling. "Pay up!", I heard Uncle George say gleefully to Uncle Fred. "Alright, alright...", sighed Uncle Fred and handed him seven sickles. "You two betted on our relationship?", shouted my parents. "What's it look like?", Uncle Fred said sourly, having just lost seven sickles. "ANYWAYS!", I shouted, "It's Hugo's turn."
Hugo Weasley
"I'm Hugo Weasley, Rose's brother.", I announced loudly. My Dad looked ready to faint, just like Uncle Bill, "I- I've got t-two kids?", he whispered. At that Gran burst out, "Oh Arthur, we have so many grandchildren!", she cried proudly. "I'm in Gryffindor too and in my first year!" Finally Fred and George smirked, "Two children! How'd you manage that?" "Shut up!, yelled my Dad. "Anyways!", I said loudly over them, "I think it's Roxanne's turn.