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This is a shorter chapter than the last one, but hopefully just as good. Enjoy!
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Chapter Three
The next day was spent in a flurry of activity. It seemed that despite Mrs. Weasley's misgivings, she was determined to fix up as much of the house as they could before this Ashford character showed up.
Ron did everything grudgingly, and spent more time moaning about having to clean before this "Mini-Snape" (he refused to call him anything else) was going to intrude upon the house, than actually doing anything.
The Weasley twins, to everyone's surprise, were genuinely excited for their new housemate—and also roommate; there weren't enough clean rooms in the house for him to have his own room, and Sirius was being too stubborn to help any.
Mrs. Weasley, at first approached Harry to ask if he would go back to rooming with Ron. To which he replied with an emphatic "No." And it seemed that however much Mrs. Weasley wanted to impress young Mr. Ashford, that superficial welcome did not extend to letting him alone in a room with Ron every night.
When Mr. Weasley first asked Harry and the twins if they would mind rooming with a Grey wizard, he looked concerned that they might just say yer simply to prank him (and nobody knew how he might react if that happened), but the twins just glanced over at Harry, and seeing that he didn't care (Harry had said that he was going to at least try to be as unbiased as possible), they grinned and said "why not?"
Hermione's viewpoint was, predictably, to follow Lupin's example, and she was determined to give Kol Ashford a warm welcome.
Sirius had locked himself up with Buckbeak and refused, point blank, to come down before dinner to greet him—it was his home after all.
Ron would have joined Sirius and Buckbeak if he could, but his mother insisted on everyone being there to say help to the American.
Remus just sat himself down in the library with a cup of tea and a thick, ancient-looking book and restricted blood magic.
Dumbledore arrived via floo at half past five to announce that Severus Snape was right behind him, bringing shouts from the students of "why?! Why does he have to be here?!" and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's red, angry faces.
Dumbledore raised his hands for some quiet (it actually worked quite well), and said, "Now, now, did you all forget who Mr. Ashford is related to? Of course Severus is coming, it is his half-brother, after all."
The tense silence was broken by Fred leaning over and muttering to George and Harry, "Now someone better go and make sure Sirius can't get out. "Much to George and Harry's amusement; their chuckles drawing angry stares from all over the room. This silence, too, was broken by the fireplace flaring up and spitting out Snape, who glared at everyone while brushing off his robes.
Remus happened to be walking into the room, having heard the floo from upstairs and decided to investigate.
"Hello, Severus," He said pleasantly, "Cup of tea?" he gestured to the kettle over on the counter.
"No, thank you, Remus, I don't have time. I'm merely here for Kol, and then I will leave." He turned his glare to Dumbledore, giving the impression that he had been forced out of his potions lab to come. Dumbledore smiled and ignored the glare, though how he did it, Harry would never know, if Dumbledore ever gave classes on it though…
Mr. Weasley, in an effort to keep up polite conversation, asked Snape, "Severus, what time are we to be expecting the boy?"
Snape turned his beady black eyes (Harry suppressed a shudder) on the balding father. "He was supposed to arrive five minutes ago." He scowled horribly, "He has an annoying propensity to being late, to almost everything. Quite like Mr. Potter, here."
Harry felt his face flush, half with anger, half embarrassment. "I'm not always late." He protested.
Remus chuckled, "Ah, cub, but you have to admit, you do it often enough."
Successfully cutting through the tension away with a few words and making everyone laugh. Even Harry, who was being teased, couldn't help the corner of his mouth curling upwards.
The smile were erased and the tension back, however, the moment the knock came at the door.
DUN-DUN-DUUUUNNNN What's gonna happen now? I'll see how quickly I can update, hopefully super fast, cause it's almost the weekend. :)