Relatives

Chapter One

"Are all your family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.

"Er-yes, I think so," said Ron, "I think mom's got a second cousin who's an exception, but we never talk about her"

Chapter One

"Rachel, your mother's second cousin, Molly Weasley and my family is coming to stay for the month, all the way from England!" Said Mr. Dare, with a large, cheesy smile.

I groaned, resting my face in my hands. It was bad enough I had to deal with my pompous mother and father every day, and now they had relatives coming from England? They were probably just as 'High class' and annoying as my own parents, or probably more!

"Rachel, don't grumble like that, a young lady never complains." Said my father with a disapproving frown. "I want you on your best behavior when the Weasley family arrives."

"When are they coming?" I asked, looking up at my dad.

"I expect they'll be arriving tomorrow." He said.

"Why are they coming anyway? You've never cared about family unless they help your business, Dare Enterprises." I said. This wasn't an understatement either, it was completely true.

"I'll have a maid give you something suitable to wear tomorrow." Said my father, choosing to not answer my question. "I don't want you showing up in paint spattered shirts or jeans with holes in them. I expect you to act like a proper lady."

I sighed, when was my father going to realize she was never going to be the 'proper lady' he pictured me to be? If Clarion Ladies academy hadn't gotten through to me, he most certainly wouldn't

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I looked at myself in the mirror with horror. The 'dress' my father picked out reminded me of the costumes little kids wore on Halloween. It was a sickly shade of earwax-yellow, and was way too long for me. It was covered in barf-green bows and was so frilly I could hardly move. I looked so ugly she wanted to punch my own reflection.

One would have thought a multimillionaire would have a bit on fashion sense, but no. My father had to pick out the girly-ist, ugliest thing on the planet. Then I sighed, if I wanted to get out of wearing this, I'd have to do it by myself.

I quickly changed out of the barf bag and put on a comfy tee-shirt and jeans. Picking up the so-called dress, I put it on my arts and crafts table, and took out paint, scissors, and magic-markers.

Step one: get rid of the bows and ruffles. I got to work with she scissors, butchering the dress until it was completely unadorned by the hideous frills.

Step Two: Make the dress fit you. I began to cut the trim of the too-long dress so it would come just below my knees. Then, I cut off the sleeves of the dress.

Step Three: Remove the hideous color. I grabbed my red fabric dye and squirted it all over the dress, watching it soak into the green and yellow fabric, and dry instantly. I smiled at the finished product, I would be wearing a red, strapless dress tonight. But it still wasn't quite...me.

I grabbed my favorite fabric-fork and began to poke small holes in the hem dress, then grabbing a bit of paint, she splattered it on the dress. Much better. I changed back into the new and improved dress, and headed downstairs. The Weasley family would be here in just a few minutes. Sure, my father would probably go ballistic about what I had done to the dress, but that was his problem.

As suspected, my father lost his head when he caught sight of me

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare! What may I ask are you wearing!? A young lady like yourself should never wear anything with holes or paint on it! What have you done with the dress I gave you!?" he practically shouted.