“And that’s the story how I met your father,” I finally said with a huge sigh.
“Woah!” Fred whispered in amazement. “That’s so cool, Mum!” He got down from the couch and sat down in my lap. “Were you really Undesirable No.1?!”
“Yes, of course,” I said, giggling and ruffling his light blonde hair. “Look. I’ll show it to you. Accio Photo album.” Fred Aiden Weasley, his twin sister Ember Aria Weasley and the youngest Roxanne Stephanie Weasley all went next to me, trying to get a glimpse of what I was going to show them. I opened the album to the page where it had my Undesirable poster; it had me in the middle, looking distressed and angry.
“Woah! That’s so cool!” The twins exclaimed in total awe.
“Wow…” Roxy whispered with her eyes sparkling.
“And I think it’s time for your bed time,” George said, grabbing Fred and Aria on his both arms and swinging them lightly around.
“Dad!” They both said, laughing. My husband put the twins down and they ran to their room with a familiar mischievous smile.
Roxy looked at George then at me and giggled. “I’m excited for Hogwarts.”
“You should be, Steph,” I answered, kissing her on the forehead. I held her on my arms and went upstairs to her room. I put her in her bed and was about to tell her another quick story but I hear a loud BOOM in the twin’s room. “UGH! FREDRICK AIDEN WEASLEY AND EMBER ARIA WEASLEY!”
“IT WAS FRED’S FAULT!” She exclaimed, laughing.
I went to their room and used magic to clear out the smoke. The twins hid their hands behind them. “I do not care who’s fault it is!”
George walked behind me, laughing. I turned around to face him and glared at him. He immediately stopped and said, “I’ll take care of this.”
“Thank you. Seriously, they remind me so much of you and Fred,” I said, giggling. I kissed Fred’s and Ember’s forehead and ruffled their blonde hair. Their blue eyes gleamed with excitement and mischief.
“G’night, Mum!” They said in unison.
“That’s a good thing,” George commented, entering the twin’s room. I re-entered Steph’s room while she was giggling to herself.
“I’m so glad you got my mentality,” I smirked, sitting next to her on the bed. She tucked her ginger hair behind her ears and giggled.
“Mum?” She asked.
“Yeah?” I asked, tucking her in.
“What happened to your friend, Steph?” She asked, hugging her toy cat.
“Oh… I don’t know, Roxy,” I answered, smiling lightly.
“But that’s why you named me Stephanie as my middle name right? Because of Stephan?” She asked.
“That’s right, Roxanne Stephanie Weasley. And you better be proud of that middle name. Your father didn’t want that middle name but he named your first name and I named your middle name,” I explained, laughing.
“Goodnight, love,” I said, kissing her cheek. Roxy hugged me and lay back down. As I was going to step out of the door, she asked, “Mum?”
“Yeah?” I asked, looking back and yawning.
I looked at her with concerned and walked back next to her. “Why is that?”
“What if… People don’t like me at Hogwarts?”
I chuckled. “You have your brother and sisters. And loads of cousins.”
“Yes, but… What if I don’t get any friends besides my family?”
“That’s easy,” George said, sitting next to her. “You just go up to a person you want to be friends with and say, ‘My mum is the famous Lynx Malfoy. You know, the greatest Broadway actress ever.’”
“Or you can say, ‘My dad is the famous George Weasley. You know, the founder of the shop Wizard Weasley Wheezes,’” I said, smirking.
“But don’t worry, darling. You have your mother’s charm; you’ll do more then amazing at making friends.”
Roxy giggled and said, “Thanks Mum and Dad. Goodnight.”
George held my hand and walked out of the room with me. We both said, “Goodnight, Roxy Steph Weasley.” I turned off the lights and went to my room with George.
I lay down on the bed, exhausted. “That was probably the longest story I’ve ever told in my life.”
“What made you tell it to them?” George asked, laying down next to me and faced me.