Beautiful Eyes (Book 2)

Chapter 5

Short recap:
Everyone in a mile radius would laugh. He smirked.
Oh crap.
Melody's POV

I was about to run away when Paddy flung me over him shoulder.

"Come on Tom we have a meeting to get to." Sirius said matter of factly.

"How come they are allowed in the meetings?!" I heard Ron said.

"Because we are much awesomer than you peoples!" I said just as Sirius walked away with me on his shoulders. I heard the twins and Ginny laugh. I smiled satisfied.
Before we entered the kitchen, Ginny came up to me and asked me "what room are we saying in?"

"Go to the third floor and all the doors to your right at yours. There are 8 rooms. Everyone gets their own." I said.

"Thanks! You know you are pretty cool." She said.

"Why thank you. I kinda wanted another girl in this house." I said.
As we entered then kitchen where the meeting was held, Sirius put me down. I took a glance around the room. It was filled with old people!!

"We aren't that old you know." A woman with electric purple said reading my mind.
My eyes landed on Marisa. I smiled and went over to give her a hug. Tom went right after me.

"Melody, Tom, there is someone I would like you to meet properly. This is Albus Dumbledore, your grandfather." She said. I stared shocked. My grandfather?

"That is impossible Marisa." Paddy said.

"No it's not. Sarah was Professor Dumbledores father."
You mean to tell me that little mini-Pafoot over here is related to the greatest wizard in that world. Are you sure? I mean she plays pranks and torments me every day--" Paddy rambled.

"Are you forgetting someone Sirius?" Tom said with sarcasm pointing to himself.

"Not really. I wasn't really surprised. I mean, you do act like him a lot. And you share as much stuff in your brain as him so....." Paddy said.

"And you have the same amount of stuff in your brain as Melody." Tom smirked. Paddy look 'hurt'.

"And I thought you liked me Tommy!" Paddy said sarcastically. Everyone was either laughing or chuckling by now.

"All right, all right enough bickering. we have to actually start the meeting." Marisa said.

"Before we start can someone tell me why two little children that are about 12 are in this meeting?" Mr. midget asked.

Did you just call me friggin 12. We will see who is fudging 12 after this you son of a birch. I looked at Marisa with permission and then Dumbledore. Why? I have no clue, but it felt like I needed to. Marisa smirked and my grandfather smile a mischievous smile. That's enough for me to say go ahead.

"Tom, some help. I would like to demonstrate why we are in the order and not just for the food, which

I really love, so Mrs. Weasley could we have your famous-" I was cut off by a cough. "Oh right, haha, back to the point. Ready?" I asked him. He smirked. "Mr. midget would come up here as a helper? I asked midget man.

"It's Mondungus (I don't know how to sp that so yeah, help?) " he said.

"Well would you come up here now?!" I said irritated. He came up. "Good, now what I want you to do is attack my brother with every curse, jinx, and hex you can think of." I said.

"CONFRINGO, DIFFINDO, ERECTO, EXPELLIARMUS, EXPULSO!" He shouted. All my brother did was wave wave his wand in a circle and he blocked every single spell. Mr. Midgets eyes widened and so did everyone else's. I smirked. Now it was my turn.