"Hello, Avery!" A jolly greeting came from the grandpa guy.
"Hey, dad!" Fred jumped out of the car. Oh. I guess it's dad, not grandpa. Oops!
"So this is the surprise your bringing home?" Asked the eldest boy.
"Yes Charlie. I want everyone to meet Avery."
I didn't say hi. I didn't trust any of them. They looked strange, talked strange, and acted strange. I didn't like it at all. But the strangest thing is that I felt safer here than at home.
George walked up beside me. "The tall one, that's Bill. The other one is Charlie. The younger boy is Percy, and the youngest boy is Ron. The little girl is Ginny."
I walked forward. "Welcome to the family," Percy, I think, held out his hand, but I walked around it. To formal for me. He looked at me with a disgusted face. I could tell we weren't going to get along.
"Hey! Avery!" Someone called from behind me. "I got your grass!" I spun around. Fred was there, holding a handful of grass high in the air.
I ran towards him and held out my hand. "Let's see it." I demanded. He put it in my hand immediately.
I turned around to face my family. George was standing by, counting down. "Three! Two! One!" The grass landed in my mouth.
Hmm. Chewy. A little crunchy in some spots. Not my favourite. Oh well. I'll live. Truly, I like it all green. I swallowed, opened my mouth to prove I was done, then walked over to a cement patch. I spit on the ground. Green as always!
"Whoa! Cool! You did so well it looks like you eat grass for a living!" Heh. He still haven't found out. How stupid.
"Isn't it oblivious that she already does?" Bill, (or at least I think) said.
"Oh." They say. Oh my.
Stupid.
I looked up. For the first time, I actually seen the house. As in actually looked at it. It was all crooked, with a warm feeling to it. Truly, I think I'll like it. It's interesting! I just don't get how it stays up. It's practically impossible. Magic? Nah.
"I'll show you your room, Avery." Mom came up behind me. "It's connected to the twins room with a door, so your somewhat near them. It all makes sense!"
I ran into the car and dug out my iPad again. As I pulled out of the car and opened up camera, dad asked "what is that?"
"A iPad. Why?" I answered.
"Dad's a freak about muggle contraptions. He works in the department of misuse of artifacts. He's all for them!" Fred answered my question.
"Ok, Avery! Time to put your stuff in your room!" Called out mom. "Fred or George or both will show you where it is!"
I opened up the car and dug out a few boxes. Five again, to be exact. George and Fred were walking ahead of me. I had to keep at a unsteady jog with all the boxes to keep up with them. George was the last one in. He closed the door in my face, (sort of,) and the boxes almost fell over. To open the door, I had to balance the boxes on a hand and a knee, and hold the door open with my hip. I wasn't very happy, let me tell you that. I walked across the room. It was all stuffy and tricky to get through. I realized I lost Fred and George, so I could've passed my room, and I wouldn't even know. But they had a excellent reminder. "Boo!" They screamed. There goes the boxes, right back to the bottom.
I turned around, my face beat red at the boxes on the floor level. Laughter burst out behind me. I spun around, my face turning redder if that was possible. My arm struck out. Poor Fred. I didn't really feel sorry for his broken nose though, to tell you the truth. George backed away, a look of horror on his face. Serves him right, scaring me.
"There's your room." George said slowly, scared of me.
I ran back down the stairs. Coming up I ran into George. "I'm going to lie about Fred. It would be better for both of us. Good?" I pause, "Good." I continued into my room.
My new room was way smaller then my old one. A door was on the far side of the room, connecting to the boys room. On the right side of the room was a small bed, smaller then my old one, at least. I dropped the boxes. There is still 5 more in the car.
I might as well start calling me Avery Weasely!
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FanficYou should know the famous Weasely twins, but another joined them, Avery Royale. Truly a Weasely, she was sent to adoption 8 months old. But what did the split up triplets know? Nothing! Until Hogwarts. This takes place farther in the future but the...