Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 52: Uppity Uppity, Up, Up, Up

**Chelsea's POV**

"Good morning family," I sing out, walking in to the kitchen for breakfast.

Dad turns around from where he is scrambling eggs at the stove, surprised. "It's only 7, what are you doing up?"

"I have no idea, I just have this surge of energy. And I was thinking, it's a beautiful day, would the boys and I be able to go camping?"

The boys have only been brought up on magical experiences, no matter how many times Arthur has tried to get them to try doing things the muggle way. No better way to start them off then to venture off on our own into the forest full of dangerous creatures.

"As in with a tent?" Mum puts down her book and looks at me. "Do you think the boys are ready for that?"

"Mum, they've been camping before," I scoff.

"Not muggle style."

"Well, there's always a chance for everything. They'll be fine, I'm there."

They really have no trust in me, do they? I'm not that careless that I could lose two full grown babies in the woods. Maybe a small child, but certainly not the twins. The only way they could possibly get lost would be if they were to venture out on their own when I was distracted by something- like a butterfly.

Dad and Mum exchanged a worried glance.

"Maybe we should go with you, honey," Mum reaches out and holds my hand.

"Nah, we'll be fine."

"I wouldn't mind going camping," Dad jumps in.

"You can go camping," they both sigh with relief, "when we come back. I'll go tell the boys! This is going to be so much fun.

Two loud groans sound around me as I run up the stairs, running my fingers along the smooth surface of the white wallpaper.

"Up, up, up!" I yank the sheets off their beds, "uppity, uppity, UP!"

"No," two voices come out from under their pillows.

"We're going cammmpiiing."

They both remain silent. Dead as logs.

I climb up onto Fred's bed and jump back and forth from one bed to the other, kicking the sheets around on the beds.

"Uppity, uppity, up, up, up!"

"We're already camping," one of them grunts.

"This is glammmping, did your mother teach you nothing?" I lie on top of Fred's limp body, excitement running through my veins. "We're going camping muggle style."

"Have we not been tortured enough? Fred, do you hear this? We already do chores muggle style and now she expects us to go outside and camp without magic?" George stands up. "This is an outrage!"

"Do we gotta?" Fred mumbles underneath me.

"Yeah, we gotta," I roll off of him, taking his pillow with me. He reaches out with his droopy arm, his face stuck to the mattress, reaching do his pillow. "Up, up, uppity up!" I cheer, running back down the stairs with the drool stained pillow.

I reach the base to find Mum and Dad huddled together, whispering over something.

"Maybe if we..." Mum suggests.

".. I gues... what if..."

"We can't... she'll..."

"No... but we can..."