Charlotte Weasley

Chapter 1 - A Rude Awakening

"I wonder-- do you think she can hear us?" She  could hear George whisper quietly to someone. I cracked my eyelids open a fraction so I could just make out the shapes of George and Ron. 

"Nah. She's a heavy sleeper. Besides-- she would have said something by now if she was awake." Ron responded, peering over her still body to see signs for movement.

"Hmm. I don't believe it. Lottie loves Teddy!" George taunted, a little bit louder. Charlotte said nothing. "I guess she's still asleep."

"Then that means that we get to wake her up. See, even if mum asks, we can say that we tried to wake her up first. It really isn't our fault." Ron rehearsed his excuses out loud before bending over to grab something that was just out of Charlotte's line of sight. 

Out of nowhere, a massive wave of ice cold water was drenching her, her clothes, and her entire bed. 

"GEORGE! RON! I SWEAR TO GOD!" Charlotte shrieked. She should have seen it coming. Nothing good would have happened and she had just waited a second to long. 

 Ron cackled and George was bent doubled, his laughter coming in short bursts. 

"You have to admit. It was funny." Ron grinned cheekily at her. 

"No, it wasn't funny," she mimicked him, slapping him on the leg (the nearest body part that she could reach)-- hard. 

"Okay calm down. Get changed and we have stuff to do." Ron said, waving his wand at her bed so that the soaked sheets dried and the bed was remade. Not well, but well enough. "I never was good at household spells."

"You never were good at any spells, Ronnie." George taunted. 

"Aye! At least don't still live with mum and dad!"

"Low blow." George seethed. "Well I'll have you know I'm moving out at the end of the month. So there." George looked smug and he folded his arms across his chest in a defiant way. 

"Wait what?" Ron and Charlotte said in unison. Charlotte spun around on her heel, on her way to her closet. 

"You're moving out?" Charlotte asked. 

"Yeah.. I was going to tell everyone tonight but I guess I'll tell you two now. Just don't tell anyone else yet. I want to do it."

"Yeah of course." Ron agreed.

"Angelina and I are moving in together. We've decided to wait to get married but we want to live together in London. That way I can be closer to work and she has always wanted to live in a big city."

Charlotte was stunned, she would miss having her big brother around. At the same time, she was probably going to Hogwarts in the fall anyways, so it wouldn't really affect her. 

"That's wonderful!" Charlotte said, smiling widely. 

"Really? I wasn't sure how you would react."

"It's great, mate." Ron slapped his brother on the back, pulling him in for a hug. 

Charlotte finished picking out her clothes for the day and pushed her brothers out of her room so she could change.

"Okay! Let's go!" She locked her bedroom door behind her (something she learned from living with a bunch of guys who love to prank people-- not that it protected from a simple Alohamora) and they walked downstairs. 

Down in the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted up through the house, Mrs Weasley was sitting in her chair in the corner reading a thick novel that had a white-toothed beaming wizard on the cover, every so often directing her wand at the stove to alter the heat or flip the bacon.

"Hey mum!" Charlotte called while scooting into a chair across from Hermione, "Where's dad?"

"He got an urgent call this morning about a bunch of lunatics selling enchanted footballs that don't stop rolling. They just keep going, uphill, downhill-- everywhere. What some people find amusing these days.." She shook her head and Ron stifled a laugh. 

"Mum it's a little bit funny." Ron said. 

Her mum turned around, "Charlotte, why is your hair all wet?" 

"George and Ron thought it would be funny--"

"She took a shower." George interrupted quickly.

"No I-" Charlotte continued. 

"I know it's weird mum. People taking showers." Ron added. 

"Ronald, I don't need your sass."

"Why are you and Hermione here anyways?" Charlotte asked, spooning food onto her plate.

"Hermione and I just wanted to stop by for the day. It's the weekend, and Bill and Fleur are coming to visit tonight for a few days." 

"Oh yeah.. I forgot about that!" She loved when Bill and Fleur visited. They always brought her a present and Victoire always came with and she was about her age. It was nice to have someone around that was a girl and her age. Dominique and Louis came too but they were younger. 

"Yes! They are coming at six so we need to clean and make the house look wonderful!" Mrs Weasley squawked, taking Charlotte's half eaten breakfast and putting it in the sink to be washed. Her fork was still floating in front of her mouth, a piece of egg on it.

"Mum!  I was eating that, you know!"

"Sorry dear but we need to clean! Now go pick up the living room. It looks like a right old mess."

"Mum! It's just Bill and Fleur! They're family. They won't care if it's a mess."

"Well I care! And Harry and Ginny are coming as well." 

"It would be nice to know before the morning of that the entire family is coming for dinner." Charlotte mumbled, despite not having been told, she was beyond excited. 

"Nevermind what you just said, go clean up the living room."

Charlotte put her fork in the sink and walked into the living room. It looked like a tornado had gone through it, blankets, books, cloaks, just about anything you could think of were littered across armchairs, shelves and the floor. As much as she disliked admitting it, her mum was right. 

"Not so fast!" She could her her mum screeching after George and Ron. "You two can go clean the second and third floors, thank you very much."

Two and half hours of picking up, dusting, and scrubbing later and Charlotte was beggining to see hope for the house to look clean by dinner time. The books were back in the places, cloaks on their hooks, shoes by the door, and the blankets folded neatly in a stack by the fireplace. 

"Mum! I'm done!" Charlotte walked into the kitchen where he mother was simlutaneously making a large meat pie, and trifle for dessert.  

"Okay now can you go see what George and Ron are up to. They probably stopped cleaning an hour ago." She shook her head. 

Charlotte walked over to the foot of the stairs when she heard a loud bang and scurrying footsteps accompagnied by Ron yelling and George crowing with laughter. 

"What have they done now!" Mrs Weasley wiped her hands on her apron and climbed up the stairs in front of Charlotte, the rage still visible even from behind. 

If looks could kill, George would be dead. When they got up to the top floor, Ron's old bedroom, Charlotte and Mrs Weasley were welcomed by a screaming Ron who was hanging upside down by his ankle and George who was laughing maliciously in the corner. Mrs Weasley hadn't been this angry since the time when George had blown a hole through the roof with a quaffle while playing Quidditch with Ginny, Harry, and Ron. 

"GEORGE WEASLEY! SO HELP ME GOD! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! YOU ARE MOVING OUT!" Mrs Weasley shrieked at the top of her lungs. 

George shifted around uncomfortably, the smile wiped from his face. "Mum. I was going to tell you tonight, but I'm moving in with Angelina."

Mrs Weasley's face softened, "Wait. You are?"