Chapter 2 : This Family is Bonkers
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The levels of shrill radiating from that yell told me Dom was on her way up.
Usually, I'd just pretend not to be in my room in order to avoid hysterics, but being that we're staying at the burrow for the summer, I was left with the luxury of sharing a room with two other people.
And knowing my family, one of them was bound to open the door.
"James!" the screech came a bit softer, but it was accompanied by three forceful pounds on the door. "I know you're in there!"
Sure enough, Albus (the little git) decided to let her in.
Now, I love Dominique as much as the rest of the family (sometimes I even think I love her more), but when she wants something or is angry- no matter what or why- it's safest to avoid her.
Veela blood makes women scary.
And I don't mean "oh, let's avoid her" scary.
No, I mean "everyone, run the bloody hell away before she claws out your throat with her dragon blood coloured finger nails!" scary.
Hoping to Merlin I didn't do anything to upset her (which I shouldn't have, considering I've just been cooped up in my room all day reading Quidditch Through the Ages) I didn't put up an argument to Al's little door-opening stunt.
"James!" Dom waltzed in, hands on her hips. "I need to borrow Penelope."
"That's it? You need my owl?"
"Yeah, that's it." She threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "What did you think I wanted?"
I stared at her blankly for a moment, not sure how to respond.
Behind Dom's head I was vaguely aware that Albus was frantically waving his arms, mouthing 'it's a trick!' over and over.
Realizing suddenly the longer I waited, the more suspicious it would seem, I quickly sobered up.
"No reason. You just usually aren't looking for an owl to use at-" I paused, checking my watch- "nine-thirty at night."
"Oh." Dom nodded, accepting my answer. "Well, you see, Melody owled me a little bit ago saying that Emery's brother- you remember him don't you?"
I gaped. "You mean, Eldridge David, the best Quidditch player to play for Gryffindor in as long as I've been there. The same Eldridge David who's broom broke under him causing so much physical damage not even magic could fix his left shoulder?!"
"Yeah," she waved away my exclamation. "Sure, him. Well, see him and Emery don't get along most of the time."
"Wonder why?" I mumbled under my breath, not being able to stop myself. Thank Merlin she didn't actually hear it.
"And Emery's mum just got an owl this morning from Eldridge saying that Madame Hooch is finally retiring! Which is obviously good news, since she can hardly even see anymore. But the bad part is that Minnie asked Eldridge to take over Hooch's position!" Her face was slightly horrified, but her voice didn't really change tone (always happens when she decides to say 833765 sentences in one breath). "And since Emery and him don't get a long most of the time, she's a bit upset about it."
She sucked in all the air she just used to finish that lovely story in point five seconds, practically gasping.
"Okay. So why do you need Penelope?"
"OH! Right! See, I sent Melody's owl back because when I first got the letter I didn't have time to respond to it."
"And why would I let you use my owl to send a consoling letter to someone who hates me more than anyone I've ever known?"
Dom's mouth fell open in shock. "Hey! Melody doesn't hate you!"
"I wasn't talking about Melody."
"Oh, Merlin." Dom planted a hand to her forehead, clearly frustrated. "Em doesn't hate you!"
"Oh, you're right, Dom. I'm so sorry, her frequent glares and annoyed eyerolls truly spell love."
"Okay, fine, she doesn't particularely care for you," Dom's hands met her hips again, "but you did push her off the Astronomy tower in first year."
"I know, but she was being mean to me."
"Merlin save us," Dom stomped her foot on the ground, letting a resounding thump bounce off the wood paneling around us. "You were both like twelve and you pushed her off a very tall building! Even if she was being mean, you definitely took it too far!"
"She wasn't hurt." I almost spat, flinging myself back on my bed, closing my eyes and hoping she'd take the hint to leave.
"Fine, I'll go, you git. But I'm taking Penelope with me!"
Okay, so I'm not the brightest boy. I couldn’t even even follow my own rule of not upsetting the French girls, but-
She had it coming.
"You're kind of an arse, ya know that?” Al asked from the other end of the room.
“Yeah, Al, I know.”
Every morning, in any Weasley house, there’s this tradition.
Everyone gathers around the breakfast table (or, when we’re at the Burrow, kids at one table, adults at another) and we have a sort-of-competition.
It’s called “Who Had the Weirdest Dream Last Night”. I know, not the most original of names, but hey.
The more people that play, the more interesting it truly gets.
To be completely honest, it’s usually Lucy or Roxy who wins. Young imaginations create very interesting storylines.
Though, today, neither of them are here. Angela decided to take them robe shopping, since they both start Hogwarts this year.
So, here all the kids are at the table, trying to out-do each others dreams.
“- and then! Out of nowhere, the giant squid comes in with a pipe sticking out of what I think is its mouth and saying, ‘oh, Mr Weasley, sir, there’s been a mistake. The purple bubbles you ordered aren’t on special this week!’”
Everyone at the table cracked up at Fred’s story, clutching their stomachs.
“Oh!” Rose exclaimed, smacking her hand on the table. “I challenge you!” (Or, in other words, it means ‘mine was weirder’.)
Freddie’s eyebrow raised in a very questioning manner. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“Okay, so I’m walking in the garden, right? And all the sudden a huge hole caves in! So, I’m falling! Well, sliding is more like it. Yeah. So, I’m sliding down the side of this huge hole and the rocks starts turning to purple glass underneath me.” Rose’s face always took on an animated glow whenever she told a story, hands gesturing to every word she says. “And then there’s this giant drop, which, of course, I slid right into! And, as I thought I was about to hit the ground and die, I hit a big orange lake instead! But, as all of you know, I can’t swim! So, I was really scared. But then! My feet turned into a scaly tail. Like one of the mermaids from those muggle cartoons mum used to make Hugo and I watch!”
Fred’s eyebrow turned from a questioning raise, to a cocky one. “Is that all?”
Looking offended, Rose said, “Yes, it is. But that was plenty strange.”
Fred just sank further back in his chair and put his feet up on the table. He’s obviously not too worried about winning.
Rose stood up, arms planted on her sides.
Deciding it was good idea, I stood up as well, trying to effectively stop an argument from coming on.”Molly!” I half-shouted. “You were voted mediator this week! Whose do you think won?”
Molly’s face took on a wide grin as she tossed a bit of her flaming red hair over her shoulder. “Fred’s.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Rose throw her arms in the air as Fred’s expression didn’t change.
“Whatever,” Rose pouted. “I won yesterday anyways.”
A little while later, as I sat in my room reading some old Quidditch magazines, Lily burst in.
“Hey, big brother!” She sang as she sat on the edge on my bed with a large grin taking up most of her face.
I set the magazine down and looked at her with a bored expression. “What do you want, Lily?”
Her grinned changed quickly to an innocent smile (Merlin knows she’s anything but innocent). “Oh, James-y! What makes you think I would want anything but love from my dearest brother?”
Rather than actually say anything, my response was simply the quirk of my left eyebrow.
“Okay fine.” She folded her arms. “I want to go to muggle London to shop, but mum won’t take me.”
“And what makes you think I will?”
“Well, I might just happen to write Kendra Williams and tell her she’s free to come to the Burrow for the last couple days of holiday.” Lily said, pretending to inspect her nails.
My eyes darkened. “You wouldn’t.”
Her eyes lit up. “You bet I would.”
“Ah, how sweet of you James-y! We’ll leave after lunch!”
A/N: Okay! That was a short chapter, I know. But the next'll be good!
Did James' perspective work? I personally like doing both, but that's because it'll play a hige role later in the story.
Hopefully I'll get all my chapters up right after another! Hahah, woo-hoo!
I probably should, now, too, since it's summer and all!
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A/N (2): Okay, I tweaked this chapter, too. Some spelling and whatnot, but the main thing was that I changed it from James hating Em to Em not caring for James! Hope it doesn't confuse too many people!!
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