We entered Burrow's kitchen which was just as cozy as I imagined it.
There was a large kitchen table with eight chairs, pots washing themselves, a fireplace, and the most peculiar clock. Instead of telling time the hand pointed to things such as 'You're late' or 'Time to feed the chickens' (at the time it was pointing to the latter).
"Mum!" Both boys shouted at the same time.
"Fred? George? What is it?" A woman shouted from a different room.
"We have someone to show you!"
How do they talk simultaneously? Hm, I'll have to ask one day.
I heard footsteps and glanced up. Before me was an older woman in her mid-fourties I presume, who had the same flaming red hair as Fred and George.
"Well, hello there! And you are?" She asked me sweetly.
Nervously I cleared my throat and said, "Hello, my name is Isabelle Dumbledore."
She reacted the same way as the twins, jaw dropping.
God, I hope this doesn't happen to everyone I introduce myself to...
The woman collected herself and said, "Nice to meet you Isabelle, I'm Molly Weasley," and then pulled me into a bone-crunching hug.
Er, akward?
I just went along with it.
"Nice to meet you too Mrs. Weasley." I managed to say. Wow, that woman has a grip!
"Mum," One of the twins said- I couldn't pick out the voice without facing them, "We need to contact Dumbledore and tell his Isabelle is here."
Mrs. Weasley finally let go of me, and I quickly (and discreetly) tried to replenish the oxygen in my lungs.
"Alright I'll go send an owl. Why don't you go introduce Isabelle to everyone else?"
The twins nodded.
Great.
More introductions.
"Let's show you to Ginny first, she'll love having another girl in the house!" George said.
I could see the slight physical differences with the twins: Fred was slightly shorter, had a straight lip, and had darker eyes. George was slightly taller, with a mole on his neck, and his lip has a downward curve. You could tell the difference when they smile, which they do alot it seems.
We walked through a living room, and into a small bedroom. I noticed the orchard it overlooked, the posters on the wall of the Weird Sisters, and a few posters of some Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies.
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The Ensconced (A Fred Weasley Love Story)
FanfictionSurely everyone has secrets. What if a person was kept a secret? No one knew of her, for safety purposes of course. But when she's finally found she must leave the comforts of home, and jump into the Wizarding World- a world she knew of but was neve...
