Relatives

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I was instantly fascinated by the Weaslys. I had found out George had lost his ear in a fight. "

"It was an accident really." He had said, "The man who did it was aiming for someone else."

I was thoroughly confused at how in a simple fight, someone had managed to take his ear off by accident, but he refused to give any details. That only made my suspicion grow.

Bill had told me he had gotten his many scars when a wolf attacked him. I was eager to hear the story, but he too, refused to give me details. Thus, I got even more suspicious.

Charlie had a lot of bumps, bruises and scars as well. He said he trained wild animals for a living. But once again, he didn't tell me which animals. By now, I was positive entire family was hiding a secret.

I had wanted to ask about the mysterious Fred, but I didn't want to make the family sad again. I would hold off on that.

But what really intrigued me about the Weaslys was the great air of sadness about them. They had an aura that said they had seen and been through things no one else could imagine. Whether it was just my own side-kick self telling me this or the Oracle of Delphi giving me hints, I knew that this family was different than normal people.

By the end of the day, we had made sleeping arrangements for the entire family. They may have had a huge number of people, but we had an even huger mansion.

I would be sharing my room with Ginny, who I had become pretty good friends with. She was bold, confident, and a bit stubborn. Growing up with five brothers had made a lot tougher than she looked. Or at least, I thought five brothers. Although I didn't know for sure, I began to suspect the 'Fred' Mrs. Weasley mentioned was another one of her sons, and by the way the family reacted, he had probably passed on very recently.

We stayed up late that night talking. I had never had a sister or many friends. I didn't go to a public school where I could make friends either; I was privately tutored in our mansion, so it was nice to have someone to talk to.

She slipped up once during our talk when I asked her:

"So what sports are you into?"

She perked up instantly. "Quidditch, obviously! I'm actually really good at that sport. I support the Holly Head Harpies, and hopefully I'll play with them when I-" she suddenly stopped short. Her eyes widened, her faced paled, and her hand shot up to her mouth, clamping it tightly shut.

"Wait, wait, wait, what?" I asked, "What sport it qwid-squish? And who are the 'Holly head Harpies'?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Ginny gulped, removing her hand from her face. She forced a smile and said casually, "Oh, it's just a British sport. It's not very popular, I don't think you'd know much about it."

"You got that right." I said, I defiantly would remember if someone had said the word quid-squish. "So tell me about this Quid-whatever it is?!"

"Oh, I don't think you'd be interested." Said Ginny dismissively, "So what's your favorite sport, Rach'?"

She was changing the subject on purpose, I suddenly realized, They're hiding something, the whole lot of them.

"I'm not into sports that much. I prefer art, but I like soccer." I said, trying not to let my suspicion show.

Ginny frowned, "Soccer?" she asked. I squinted at her, trying to tell if she was joking. She wasn't, she honestly didn't know what I was talking about.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard of soccer!?" I said. That was just too much. Football I'd understand, it was only played in America, but soccer? That was an international sport.