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The Chaotic Life of Em Jones by YetAnotherWeasley
Chapter 1 : Bubbles, fish, and Teddy Lupin
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A/N: Okay! New story! YEY! This story is really different fom my other one, because this is much more laid back, and (hopefully) humorous. You know the rest of the stuff: I own nothing but the plot and my OC's, everything else is property of J.K. Rowling... blah, blah, blah...

On with the story!


Bubbles, fish, and Teddy Lupin

I watched, delighted, as small bubbles floated upwards, towards the ceiling. In each one of them you could make out a flash of rainbow colours before they disappeared with a satisfactory pop! Giggling like a small child, I proved myself to act like one furthermore when I started popping them, one by one.

When washing dishes is the only task taking up your time, this is the most fun that you can make of it.

"Em! What do you think you're doing?!" The voice of Teddy Lupin asked behind me. I turned to see him and smiled timidly.

"Er... washing the dishes...?" I replied uncertainly.

Teddy shook his head fiercely, and proceeded to open the window in front of the sink, which was where I stood right now.

"But, just look outside! It's a beautiful day! The sun is shining, the birds are singing..."

"You're sounding gay." I continued in his same casual tone, unable to contain myself. When he glared at me teasingly, I giggled, and shot him an innocent smile.

"It's the last day of Summer Em, don't you want to spend it by doing something other than cleaning plates?" Teddy asked me.

I love Teddy, I really do. He's always been there for me; backing me up, helping me out, supporting me, cheering me on, and acting like an older brother to me in general.

"Well someone has to do it." I defended myself, using the best tactic: blaming him. "Since you, Mr. Lupin, refuse so much as to touch a single dish washing product!" Teddy looked sheepish for a moment, but then began to glare darkly at the bottle of 'Fairy' liquid in my hand.

"That shit is fucking evil. Evil I tell you!" He exclaimed. I giggled again, rolling my eyes and propping the bottle of the green liquid on the sink's counter.

"Merlin knows how you and Vic are going to be able to manage on your own once you're happily wed, and I'm not around to clean up after you. Literally." I said, taking the apron that I had been wearing which had a cheerful logo saying: 'Cleaning on a sunny day, is the best thing I can do today!" And followed by a picture of a grinning sun with dark sunglasses, off and hanging it on one of the cabinet's handles.

"Shh!" Teddy urged me, putting a finger over his lips. "Nobody can know! Including Victoire!" He told me in a hushed voice.

I turned on my heel to face him, my eyes narrowed into slits, as I observed him. "You mean you still haven't asked her to marry you?" I asked, in the same quiet voice which he had used.

Ted had a guilty look on his face, and he wasn't even able to look me in the eyes when he answered my question. "Well... you know there's been a lot going on... she's been busy, err.. you know, shopping.." He started muttering a pathetic excuse.

"Teddy Remus Lupin!" I exclaimed loudly. "We've been over this a million times! Why in the name of Merlin's beard have you not asked her yet?" I questioned him.

Teddy sighed, and suddenly, he looked really, really tired. "I just... what if she says no?" He asked looking up, and actually looking scared, scared of rejection.

If he wasn't like a brother to me, I'd call him a wuss.

I walked over to him, and gave him a big hug.

"Then she'll be the most idiotic person on this earth Ted." I told him, and once we pulled apart, I gave him an encouraging smile, (because I'm just a great person like that). "Teddy, Victoire loves you with all her heart. I've seen it with my own eyes! The way she looks at you when you laugh, and how she smiles when you hold her hand, her whole expression changes when you walk into the room." I was starting to sound horribly corny and cheesy, but if this is what Teddy needed to hear, it's what I would tell him. Because in the end, it was all completely true. "Trust me on this Ted, Vic is sure gonna say yes." I said. Thankfully, Teddy seemed to take in my speech pretty darn well, (I was quite proud of it, I think I should get an award), and grinned back at me.

"Yeah, yeah!" He repeated, as if trying to convince himself. "Yeah she'll say yes!"

"Of course she will, because who are you?" I asked, playing along.

"I'm Teddy Lupin! I'm Teddy Lupin!" He replied. We were both acting like utter morons, jumping up and down in the kitchen, wearing pyjamas, and yelling at the top of our lungs.

"And what are you going to do?" I asked him.

"I'm gonna ask Victoire to marry me!" He responded.

"Because who are you?" I asked. I vaguely reminded myself of a coach, cheering on his team.

"I'm Teddy Lupin! I'm Teddy Remus Lupin! I'm..." Suddenly, Teddy's hands flew to his pockets. Or lack there of, since he was wearing his PJ's, which contained no pockets. "I've lost the ring." He said, his face turning a pale colour. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit." He started panicking and started to crawl on the floor, in case he had dropped it there.

I covered my face with my hands, and rolled my eyes. This was just so... Teddy like.

"Okay, calm down Teddy. Where did you last have it?" I asked him as he continued to crawl on the floor, inspecting every inch of the ground.

"I can't remember!" He exclaimed. "I had it yesterday, when I went to visit Harry... it was in my pocket. That's it! My trouser's pocket! It has to be there!" Teddy said, getting up eagerly, and running upstairs, to his room.

I shook my head as I smiled. He was so panicked that he hadn't even thought about using Accio to just make the ring appear. Poor lad.

I turned back to my previous work, and smiled triumphantly. All the plates, cups, glasses and bowls were shimmering in the light, clean as anything.

But they were wet.

Damn it.

Since I could not bring myself to dry them by hand, just like I had done to wash the tableware, I took my wand out, and with a slight flick, hot air coming from my wand immediately started to successfully dry all the tableware.

Only two seconds later however, a huge barn owl flew in through the window which Teddy had opened just minutes ago, it dropped a letter on the table, and disappeared back out through the same window.

Crap, I thought as I eyed the fat envelope wearily. Deciding to get it over and done with, I opened it, just to read what I was expecting:

Dear Miss.Jones,

We have received intelligence that a Hot Air Charm was used at your place of residence this morning at nine minutes past ten.

As you know, under-age wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Under-Age Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).

We would also like to remind you that any magical activity which risks notice by members of the non-magical community(Muggles) is a serious offence, undersection 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy.

Please have this in mind at all times!

Yours Sincerely,

Percy Weasley

Improper Use of Magic Office

Ministry of Magic

Huh, you'd think Percy would actually be somewhat nice and let me off, since I am friends with his overly populated family, but no, not at all.

That man takes his job way too seriously.

Not wanting Teddy to see this, and to have even more to worry about (I could hear him upstairs shouting "where are you ring-o? Where?!"), I hid it in the place he would never find it: the toaster.

Arthur Weasley had rubbed off some of his interest in Muggle products on Teddy, and therefore the house was pretty much cramped with Muggle artefacts of all sorts. Needless to say, that Teddy didn't actually use any of them. This drove Victoire up the walls, since she was always tripping over various Muggle objects that had been left on the floor, (this is quite a sight to see, since Vic is probably the most graceful person I know), she had threatened Teddy many times with "making all this rubbish disappear out the window!" if he didn't find a use to it all. And Teddy had promised that he would.

He was still working on it.

I briefly considered if I should stop the spell. Hot air was still being emitted from my wand, and was quickly drying everything. But I suppose that since the charm had already been cast, it might aswell finish what it was doing.

As I stood in front of the sink, waiting for all the plates, cups and bowls to dry, I thought about the letter. 'Further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school ' it had said. Ha! Now that would be truly wonderful, wouldn't it? Getting kicked out of a school I hadn't even started at yet. It would be a great record, without a doubt.

You see, I would be starting at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy tomorrow. The day was impending. It's not like I was anxious to go to that school, but I wasn't dreading it either. It was just something that was bound to happen. Inevitable. Just something that was there, like everything else, with its inconveniences: having to make new friends (if I made any at all), having to adjust to new times and schedules, having to get used to the staff, the events and the classes. And with its virtues: err... okay right now I can't think of anything good about going to Hogwarts, but I will, soon enough!

Had it been this hard for me to come up with good things about Beauxbatons when I had attended there? I could think of plenty now: my amazing best (and only) friend Rochelle, the kind, helpful but strict teachers, the great French meals, the fun lessons, and the trust they (the teachers, headmistress etc.) confided us with at all times.

Victoire had insisted I give Beauxbatons a try, when I'd moved in with her and Teddy, and they'd had to decide what school I should go to, since I got an acceptance letter for both Beauxbatons and Hogwarts alike. Teddy had right-down rejected the idea. He wanted me to go to Hogwarts, where he and Victoire had both attended. But Victoire wanted me to have some 'French surroundings' at least for a while. They'd kept on at it, until they'd agreed that I would got to Beauxbatons until I finished my Fourth Year, and I would spend my Fifth Year onwards, at Hogwarts, (apparently fifth, sixth and seventh years were the best years to be at Hogwarts, or so had Teddy told me).

I'd been there when they had decided this. I had agreed when they asked if I was content with this plan, so when the time came, there'd been no big scene, no wailing, no tears, just a couple of over-emotional goodbyes. No biggie really.

And anyway, it's not like I could complain. Victoire and Teddy had been incredibly kind and generous to me. I had no right to barge into their home, and into their lives. I wasn't their responsibility. They weren't my parents. We weren't even related! But still they let me in. They gave me a room to sleep in, food to eat, education, and love. And they did all this as if it were the most normal thing ever. As if they saved girls from the streets and let them into their homes everyday.

You may be getting a little confused at this point. Just let me explain.

No, I am not a homeless person (anymore). My parents kicked me out of the house when I was eleven.

And what could you have possibly done, to enrage your parents so much? You will be wondering.

I got a letter telling me that I was a witch. That's what I did.

In case you haven't already figured, my parents are muggleborns. They're also catholic. But like super catholic. They go to church every single bloody day (bloody and church in the same sentence... odd.) They pray every night and every morning (probably asking God why he gave them such a weird daughter), they study the Bible every single spare second they have in their lives. Their house is literally filled with pictures - not of their daughter, but of Jesus Christ, angels, cathedrals, churches, my parents going to churches, random popes, preachers...

Merlin, there's even a small fountain full of 'Holy Water'!

You get the point.

It's seriously freaky, and can get incredibly awkward when you bring your friends round, and all they see are little statues of Jesus.

Not like the friends thing was ever a problem though. Since schools (even Muggle ones) didn't fully understand the importance of the Religion (according to my parents, anyway), I got home-schooled by my father, and a vicar friend of his that came round home every once in a while. I like to blame this on the fact that, therefore, I've never been any good at making friends.

So getting to the point. My parents belonged to another age. They would've fit in perfectly in the Middle Age, where they burnt witches at the stake.

You get where I'm going?

When I got both my letters from Wizarding schools, my parents went absolutely berserk. Mainly because I was a witch, yes. But also because they would be incredibly humiliated if their other (catholic fanatic) friends found out about it. From the deathly way that they looked at me, I was pretty sure they wouldn't have minded really burning me at the stake-if it weren't because it would cause such a mess, and attract too much attention of course.

So to get rid of their problem, (the problem being me), they simply kicked me out. No warning, no anything. They didn't even give me time to pack my stuff. They gave me 10 pounds, (probably to ease their consciences, if they even had any), and suddenly I found myself on the streets of London, having to beg to eat, and often to pickpocket. Honestly! When you tell this story like that, it sounds like a modern version of 'Oliver Twist'!

But a few days after I got kicked out, my two personal saviours Teddy and Victoire, happened to pass the same street I was at, begging again. And Teddy realised that I was, in fact, a witch, (how? Oh I dunno, perhaps the coins that were floating up over my head, kinda gave it away), and took me in.

They've been my family ever since.

And I love them. I love them for all the faith they put in me, all the trust, and how they love me without judging me, they love me with that unconditional love I'd never had before.

And I'm ever so grateful to them for that.

Even if they are a little bit insane at times.

Right on cue, Teddy stumbled back downstairs, a triumphant grin on his face, as he held up a ring with a massive diamond on it.

Jeesh, how much do they pay him at Hogwarts?!

"I found it!" He exclaimed. "It was in the fish bowl." He explained.

I stood there for a moment, shaking my head, but then an unexpected ping! coming from the toaster grabbed my attention.

The letter sent from the Ministry flew out of the object, and directly into Teddy's hands. Although it was slightly burnt round the edges, and even had smoke coming out of it, Teddy was unfazed. He took it out of the envelope and read through it quickly.

I seemed to shrink as his angry expression intensified.

When he looked up, and his hair started turning a furious colour red, I threw a random excuse at him in order to escape.

"I, err... I should go feed the fish upstairs. I bet they didn't have enough with the ring." I muttered, laughing nervously, and then I ran upstairs as fast as I possibly could.

The sad thing?

We don't even have fish.

A/N 2: Okay, well! that is all for the first chapter, I hope you guys liked it, leave me your thoughts (please?) and I just wanted to say that no offence at all is meant to catholics. I believe that anyone can believe in whatever they want to believe in without people criticising them for it. I just needed an excuse as to why Em was living with Teddy. Keep in mind that her parents are VERY obsessive catholics, I don't mean at all that just because you're  a catholic you're like that. Not at all. So please don't take that too seriously. Also, the letter sent by Percy to Em is an adapted version of the letter sent to Harry Potter by Mafalda Hopkirk on chapter 2 (Dobby's Warning) page 21 of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. So J.K. Rowling owns that aswell.

Much love my dearies.


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