A large spread, overencumbant despite the family's trying times is displayed on the dining table with 10 seats situated.
The Weasley family is a large family with 9 members, 2 currently out of the house and working. The extra seat must be for guests. Surmising the seating situation, I opt to move towards an empty seat and waited.
"What's wrong, dear?"
"May I sit?"
"Oh, of course, no need to ask. Treat this house as you own." I see, that's an unfamiliar feeling...
The family members seem to be looking in my direction and no one has started eating yet. I wait for whatever may be coming.
Everyone then begins closing their eyes and look slightly downwards without making any noise. Meditation, prayer or an equivalent I'd wager.
Although it seems some aren't too concerned with it...
Fred and George were opening their eyes, making faces and even reaching towards the food at some moments. Eventually, their act came crashing down when one of the younger siblings and my fellow coop compatriot snickered at their antics.
Mrs. Weasley silently looked up from the head of the table, eyes dark and frightening.
"How many times have I told you brats to keep quiet during grace?"
"Uh... It was Ron. Honest." Both Fred and Georg wanted to throw their brother under the bus. Suppose, someone has to be the sacrificial lamb for today...
"... I'm sor-..."
"Apologies, I haven't had dinner with others in a long time. I was simply overjoyed..."
"This is you happy?!"
"Could've fooled me!" Fred and George said atop each other, practically scrambling over the dinner table.
These guys don't know when to stop whilst they're ahead.
"Will you two give it a rest? Honestly."
Mrs. Weasley's look of pure mirth shifted into an adorable smile and laughed heartily.
"Oh, dear you don't need to cover for this lot."
"Now then, lets begin the meal shall we?"
With that the entire family begun to dig into the feast. The boys ate like hungry animals, apart from Percy the oldest sibling currently in the house, he ate rather reservedly and had good-manners. The same could be said for Mrs. Weasley who also ate with rather good table manners. Mr. Weasley ate just like the other three brothers and greedily grabbed the meat or any other thing that caught his eye. Ginny on the one hand hadn't touched any of the food and instead warily stole glances towards me. I'm intruding aren't I?
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White Scars
Fantasy"Is someone there?" Despite the stillness and emptiness of my cell remaining desolate as always, a presence was unmistakably occupying the room. Yet, not a shred of any visual confirmation graced my eyes. No instead, a feeling and the faint tinge of...