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three

➶︎ CLEANING AN ANCIENT HOUSE !

     GRIMMAULD PLACE WAS, to say the least, messy. After years of the house being unused, especially with Kreacher losing his sanity after years of madness—as much as she loved him, it was the truth—in this household. So having a bunch pf Gryffindors doing her housework was pretty satisfying to see.

     ( no offense to Gryffindor house, but she does have a slight prejudice on them built up after years and years of them sucking up to Dumbledore and winning the house cup. )

     "Well look what we have here," she whistled, brows raised while she sees them cleaning the drawing room miserably, leaning onto the doorway with a cup of coffee in her hands.

"If it isn't Slytherin's bigoted queen," Spoke one of the twins first.

"The one and only, Weasley," she winked, before turning her eyes to see the room so far. She pointed at the corner of the room, "you missed a spot."

"Oh shut up already Ms. I-own-this-house-and-know-all-the-secrets," said the other twin, before the taller one spoke again, "I doubt you'd even be able to do better since you've been raised as the Queen Bee."

"Great privilege, ain't it Weasley? And don't sulk at me like that, we all know you're using magic to clean this up."

They exchanged a glance before apparating right on each side of her, one twin holding her shoulder while the other holding a lock of her hair, before bringing it to his mouth and winking at her, "Right you are, Black."

And then they apparated once again, clearly feeling boastful for being legal to use magic.

Evangeline chuckled before leaving the drawing room, but not before glancing back at the dirty spot and twirling her index finger, the once dirty mold turning as if it was brand new.

THE SCREAMS OF a raging teenager still in their emo phase filled her sensitive ears, yet she was still in an Order meeting. She glanced at her old Defense teacher, knowing that out of all the people arguing here, he will be the only one who heard. He looked back, and she mentioned with her eyes at the door. Understanding, he nodded.

"Potter's coming," She said, making the argument die down as it was starting to get heated.

Mrs. Weasley was the first one out, before Nymphadora Tonks—her disowned aunt's daughter, which makes her a disowned second cousin (?)— followed after a bit. Sadly, Tonks was a bit of a...clumsy person, and managed to trip up the curtain of her grandmother's frame. Her screeching raising volumes once again as Tonks muttered apologies.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley hurried up and went forward to tug the curtains shut over Walburga, but they would not close and she screeched louder, brandishing clawed hands as though trying to tear at their faces.

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers—"

Tonks dragged on her apologies over and over again, and at the same time dragging the huge, heavy troll's leg back off the floor. Mrs. Weasley abandoned the attempt to close the curtains and hurried up and down the hall, stunning all the other portraits with her wand. Then Sirius stood up and came charging out of a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut UP!" he roared, seizing the curtain Mrs. Weasley had abandoned.

The old woman's face blanched.

"Yoooou!" she howled, her eyes popping at the sight of the man. "Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!"

"I said — shut — UP!" roared the disowned man, and with a stupendous effort, he and Professor Lupin managed to force the curtains closed again.

The old woman's screeches died and an echoing silence fell.

Panting slightly and sweeping his long dark hair out of his eyes, Harry's godfather, Sirius, turned to face him.

"Hello, Harry," he said grimly, "I see you've met my mother."

Before they could continue, however, a melodious laughter came from behind Sirius, revealing to Potter the Slytherin. The girl was still in a formal suit from her previous meeting, long, pitch black hair the same as Sirius' flowing in an eye catching way as she reached them, her coffee now replaced with Jasmine tea.

"Lovely to see you, Potter, especially with your arrival bringing quite the disaster to my house. Though I can understand your rage, know that you are entering my grounds, and there are rules in here. Refrain from shouting next time, it's improper."

Harry blinked, before scowling as he remembered who she was.

"Oh lay off already with all that proper yadayada my dearest niece, you need to learn on how to treasure your childhood," Said his godfather, looking down at the perfect resemblance of Regulus Black.

"I can and will shave off your head must I hear you of all people to lay off—and it's Lady Black, not niece! We are in business terms."

Sirius only sighed, before turning to his godson, and pulling the confused boy in a hug. The boy returning it.

Evie shook her head, before going to the dining table where most people are already taking their seats.

"Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, dear, are you joining us for dinner tonight?"

"Ah, I'm afraid not. Apologies."

"Oh it's no problem dear, but I do feel like you are being overworked by the Ministry, especially since you're still so young—what is it this time? Another Ministry work?"

"Oh—nothing of the sorts Mrs. Weasley, this one's a personal meeting."

The others around the table were starting to get nosy as a lot of them has died down to listen to the heiress.

"Oh, what is it, if you don't mind I ask?"

"Oh I don't mind since it's going to get announced sooner or later anyways, but I'm going to have to discuss my dowry—"

The clatter stopped as a fork fell, the youngest Weasley, in a shock, scurried to pick it up.

"Dowry?" Came her uncle's voice, "you're getting engaged?"

"Well—fifteen is the time when Purebloods start matching each other up, I'm sure you know that."

"Well yeah I do! But I thought, well, since you've got no guardians—"

"First of all, Narcissa Malfoy is my guardian. Secondly, the offer was a great one, and their son isn't too bad of a person."

Potter was the one who spoke this time, "Offer? What did they offer?"

"Well, as you know, I'm currently the last Black remaining. And well—I'm a girl, and females usually have to change their last names during marriage," She started, though she was annoyed at his nosy ass, "they offered to have their son change his last name to mine to continue the legacy, plus they have a stable and respectable history, so what's not to deny?"

Plus, I like the boy in question, but she didn't say that out loud.

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( haven't finished the first chapter yet
and doing that tmw morning instead
since it's already 1am here, but I'll really
appreciate if you put it in your library <3 )

Question: What house are you in?