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𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 ⇷⧪⧪⇸
Annabelle Weasley couldn't help but fidget as she, her brothers, and her father got ready to fetch Harry Potter from his wretched Muggle family. Fred and George looked at their sister as if she was a fly that wouldn't stop buzzing around their ears. Annabelle could care less. She was too excited to be in a Muggle home.
Molly wanted to make a good impression on the Muggles and sent them a letter (the Muggle way) through the post. The woman attached a thousand stamps to the envelope, so many that there wasn't an opening to see the white of the envelope. Even though Annabelle was a wizard, she knew that might have been a tad overboard. Nevertheless, Annabelle let her mother do what she wanted. She needn't destroy her elation.
Annabelle kept checking her watch as her father went on about how to act when they met the Muggles. It was five o'clock. Fred and George cracked a joke, making their father go on another tangent. Annabelle kept checking her watch. Five minutes — ten minutes — fifteen minutes — twenty minutes. When it was twenty-five minutes past five, Annabelle intervened.
"Dad, we get it. No jokes!" Annabelle said. She pushed Ron to the fireplace. "Let's go, please. We are nearly half an hour late."
"Yes . . . yes," Arthur nodded and turned towards the fireplace.
Ron was about to Floo himself, but Arthur stopped him. He wanted to go first just as a safety precaution. Ron went after Arthur, and the twins followed suit. Annabelle rubbed her hands together before she grabbed the Floo powder and shouted Harry's address. What Annabelle saw next wasn't what she expected a Muggle residence to look like. It was extremely dark, and the surface her butt was resting on was quite boney.
"Could you stop rubbing your bum on my back!"
Annabelle yelped, looking down to see she was on top of Fred.
"What is going on?" she asked.
Fred shushed her and pushed his head down as far as he could. He was listening to their father speak to someone.
"Damn!" Arthur's voice came. "Why on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?"
"They've got an electric fire," Harry responded. Annabelle could barely hear the boy but listened intently.
"Electic?" Annabelle breathed. She giggled. "Wow, I wonder what that is."
"You should probably stop talking to yourself," Fred pointed out.
Annabelle smacked the back of his head. She tried to listen in on the rest of the conversation, but Fred's squirming made it impossible to hear anything. The sudden feeling of falling made Annabelle scream. The darkness was replaced with light as Annabelle slid out of the fireplace. She was still on top of Fred, but he quickly threw her off.
