Enchanted [Fred Weasley]

Eleven

"Are you ready?" Ben asked Grace.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute." Ben nodded and closed her bedroom door.

Grace put on her Ravenclaw scarf and beanie. She then grabbed a small backpack and put her journal, ink, and a quill in there.

She left her room and walked downstairs.

"How are we getting there?" Grace asked.

"We're going to apparate there. I told Emily how to get there so you'll go with me."

Grace nodded and took her fathers hand. There came the familiar feeling of being sucked through a tube. The breath seemed to leave Grace. Once they landed, Grace took a breath of fresh air.

"Remember the first time we apparated, Grace?" Ben asked. Grace nodded. "She threw up." Ben told Emily.

They three walked up to the house, and Ben knocked on the door. A tall man with bright red hair, blue eyes, and glasses opened the door. Grace assumed it was Arthur.

"Ben, you made it!" Arthur shouted. He then turned to Emily. "Emily! So good to see you again!" Emily gave the man a hug.

"It's been so long!" Arthur then turned towards Grace.

"You must be Grace?" Grace smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Weasley."

"Well, come in, come in!" Arthur said. Grace followed her father inside the warm house.

"My wife and the twins should be home soon." Arthur turned towards Grace. "The twins are the same year as you, right?"

"Yes, they are. Different houses though."

"I could tell by your scarf and hat."

While the adults talked in the family room, Grace sat at the dining table. She had her journal opened as she jotted down a spell idea.

"Well, look at this Fred!" A voice said.

"Thought we wouldn't be seeing her for two weeks, George." The other voice said. Grace quickly closed her journal as the twins rested an arm on Graces' shoulders.

"You were quick to close that journal."

"I bet she was writing about us, George."

"Well, we are irresistible, Fred." Grace could feel her face heat up.

"Fred, George, quit tormenting the poor girl!" A woman said, shooing the two away from Grace.

The woman was a short, plump, kind-looking woman with fiery red hair and warm brown eyes.

"Hello dear, I'm Molly Weasley."

"Grace Kellner, pleasure to meet you."

"Ah, Molly, there you are!" Arthur said, coming into the room.

Arthur introduced Emily and Ben to Molly. With all the people in the room, Grace began to fill overwhelmed. She got up and stepped outside.

"Think you can escape us that quickly?" Fred asked. Grace smiled.

"I try."

"I've heard Professors say you and your mum look alike, but I didn't see it." George mentioned.

"She's not my mum, she's my aunt."

"Did your mum stay home then?" Fred suggested.

"Uh, no. My mum passed away when I was seven."

"Oh, sorry."

"Yeah, if we knew we wouldn't have—" George began.

"Don't worry about it. Oh, I have a question for you two. Who actually threw that ink filled ballon?" George smiled.

"Reese planned it, I threw it."

"Right, does this mean I'm next?"

"Reese doesn't want to prank you. She doesn't want you to be mad at her."

"Probably because I take things a bit too seriously."

"Yet, you're friends with Reese."

"Oh yeah, in our first year she told me a joke and I flipped. I had absolutely no sense of humor. I'm better now, and I have Reese to thank for that." Grace set her bag down and turned her back away from the twins. She began to from the snow into a snowball.

"So you can take a joke?"

"Most of the time."

"We'll see about that." Fred teased. But before he could act, Grace spun around and chucked the snowball. It hit him in the chest, making him drop his snowball. Grace burst into laughter.

"Oh, it's on!" George shouted as he threw his. It hit Grace on the shoulder. Grace bent down and picked up more snow, forming it into snowballs. She then chucked them at the twins. One flew over Fred's head, the other hit George in the face.

Grace couldn't stop laughing as snow dripped down Georges' face. Her laughter stopped when she was hit square in the face by Fred. Now, it was the twins turn to laugh.

Grace smiled and made more snowballs, chucking them as hard as she could. Some hit, some missed. But even Grace, who was outnumbered, was having a blast.

Edit: Once again, I completely messed up the information. I'm sorry.