You are viewing a story from harrypotterfanfiction.com View Online | Printer Friendly Version of Entire Story Chapter 5: Tea Party [View Online] Pigwidgeon flew up the dark staircases. The night was cold, but he was determined to accomplish his mission. Moonlight loomed through the windows as he silently passed them. His wings were flapping soundlessly in the light breeze, coming from the open door in the end of the hallway. As he approached, the stairs creaked behind him. He almost lost his composure. It is an old house. Creaks happen. The door was close; he could see the shade of light reflecting off the handle. He had flown inside and saw the target. Landing a few feet away from it, he let out his breath. It was now or never. He crept nearer to his sleeping victim when it suddenly opened one eye. ((What do you think you’re doing?)) Startled, Pigwidgeon retreated to the nearest shelter, a copper pot with half a plant inside it. His mission to target and surprise is not following as planned. ((I can see you, you fool.)) Oh no, the target is sensing his presence. It’s time for evasive action. Pigwidgeon knocked over the pot plant and somersaulted down the bookcase. Hitting the floor and rolling on impact, he scurried under the bed. A few seconds of tension passed and then he heard footsteps coming towards him. A claw lifted up the blanket. ((Stop your silly games and leave me the hell alone!)) Hedwig stomped away and flew up to her usual spot next to her cage and shot Pig a nasty glare. Keen on not to be asked twice, Pigwidgeon got out of there as soon as he could. ((Amateur)) __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Harry, wake up!” Ron burst into their room and almost fell over Harry’s trunk. Yawning, Harry said, “I thought you were asleep,” and he glanced at Ron’s neatly made bed. “Where have you been?” Ron turned a pinkish colour and ignored Harry’s question. “I’m not bringing you breakfast in bed, you know. It’s pancakes, so hurry up before Fred and George eat everything,” “Okay,” mumbled Harry and yawned when Ron left the room. “Hello Harry, dear,” said Mrs Weasley when he came down the stairs. Everyone was already seated at the large table where breakfast was served. Fred and George were already attacking their pancakes with sugar, syrup, cinnamon, cheese, and all kinds of other interesting things Harry had never seen before. “Morning,” said Harry and took a seat opposite Ron, next to Hermione. “Ginny, have you seen my Great Discoveries of Modern Language? I was still busy reading it when it just disappeared this morning,” asked Hermione. Ron accidentally squeezed the syrup too tightly and squirted it everywhere around his plate. Ginny took no notice of that and said, “Nope, haven’t seen it, sorry,” “Ron, clean that up!” came Mrs Weasley’s voice from down the table. “Yes, yes. I’ll do that,” said Ron and aimlessly looked around him. A cloth hit him in the face. “There you go, mate!” said Fred while making sure his mother didn’t see him. “Good morning, everyone,” said Mr Weasley. He was not wearing his usual cloak, but instead a jean and a t-shirt. He also had a chain connected to his belt. When he saw Hermione lifting her eyebrows he said, “I’ve seen Muggles wear these,” he pointed to it, “So I reckoned I’d blend in,” Harry caught Hermione’s eye and they shook their heads while grinning. “Have some pancakes, Arthur,” said Mrs Weasley and got up to fetch it. Mr Weasley sat down. “The strangest things have been happening at the Ministry these days,” Mrs Weasley glanced a warning at him and whispered, “Not near the children,” Mr Weasley looked at the young wizards around him as if he only noticed them now. “Oh, right,” George, irritated, stuffed the last pancake into his mouth and said under his breath to the rest of them, “They never tell us anything nowadays,” Fred nodded. “And they’ve found a counter to our Extendable Ears, cause we can’t hear anything when we use ‘em,” “When you’ve finished, clean up and get ready to tackle those apples in the backyard,” said Mrs Weasley. ---- “Whose idea was it to clean this in the first place?” exclaimed Ron when they were covered in apple juice. “Definitely not mine,” said Hermione. “I wasn’t even here,” said Harry. When they tried to get rid of a few apples stuck to a wall, it rebounded and splattered on them instead. “Does this mean that we can’t use any magic against it?” asked Ginny. “Don’t be daft, everything is jinx-able,” snorted Ron. “Not everything,” said Hermione. “You would know that if you had took the time to actually read a book, Ron,” “Are you saying that I can’t read any books without pictures?” said Ron defiantly. “Well, I can!” “Nice comeback, Ron,” said Ginny. She stood up from where she fell down when the apples hit them. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower,” Ginny disappeared into the house and then Hermione asked Harry if he had had any other odd dreams lately. “No,” replied Harry. It was true, he didn’t have any weird dreams for quite a few days in a row. Hopefully it was going to stay that way. “Good on you, Harry,” said Ron. He tried to get the stickiness off with a spell, but the apple juice became a thicker, gooier substance. “Damn,” “You’d think he’d have learnt the first time we tried magic,” said Hermione and rolled her eyes. Ron gave her an indignant look and wiped it off with his hands. “Gross,” Harry had never felt this dirty before. Not even when Dudley almost drowned him in mud when he touched his PlayStation. “Come on, lets find out how to get this apples off us,” ---- “Oh, I shan’t” “Oh yes, you shall,” “Oh, but I couldn’t” “Oh, but you could,” “I know I must not,” “I know you want to,” “True,” “Indeed,” “Alright, I shall,” George picked up the kettle and poured him a cup of tea. “There, there. I knew you had it in you, old chap,” Ginny was walking by when she heard her brothers’ curious conversation and opened their door. “What are you doing?” “Nothing but enjoying a delightful tea party,” “Knocking is appropriate, have you no manners?” Ginny blinked and walked out. “Oh, the youth of today, would you not say, Fred?” “I feel the effects wearing off, my dear friend,” Both of them looked a bit drunk for a few seconds and then they were back to normal. “Aha! The Extreme English Potion was a success!” exclaimed Fred. “Yeah, who would have known a bit of apple juice was the key ingredient?” A/N - please review! http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com |