the slytherin weasley | hp

ch. 1 | ✧

"I swear to Merlin, Ronald! If you don't give me and the rat RIGHT NOW-"

"Fat chance!"

They had been going at each other for hours. But who could blame the youngest set of twins, tensions were high. Starting tomorrow, two more Weasleys would be added to Gryffindor.

"For heavens sake! Knock it off you two! I'm trying to get my beauty rest." cried an exhausted Percy. Fred and George, the older set of twins joined him in the doorway.

"You heard him! Keep it down! He's trying to get his 'beauty rest' and we all know he needs it baaad." Fred teased.

Clarissa laughed. Then remembered she was at war with her twin and made a lunge at him.

"Give him back he's mine!" She screamed.

"He's ours!"

"Then how come you aren't sharing!?"

"It's a rat, Clarissa! Not the last pumpkin pastie! You can't exactly share him!"

"Why not? Clarissa gets the tail and the ears, Ron gets the torso and tongue, and you could alternate ownership of the whiskers!" Suggested George from the doorway. The two glared at him.

"Not helping!" They cried simultaneously.

"Children! What's is all this noise for!? Your father shouldn't have to come home to this!" Molly Weasley said, gesturing to her bickering children.

Clarissa let go off Ron's sleeve (which had ripped as a result of being old-and her pulling on it, but that's beside the point), "Ron started it."

Molly rolled her eyes, shooing her multiple other red-headed children out of the room until just the youngest set of twins were remaining.

"Now, what seems to be the trouble?" Molly asked, mentally preparing herself for the onslaught of 'it wasn't my fault' and 'he started it'.

"Ron isn't sharing the rat!" Clarissa started, pointing her finger accusingly.
"Scabbers has a name, you know!" Ron retaliated.
"That's not important, Ronald!"
"Whatever, Clarissa."

"We're getting off topic, you two." Molly intervened, a headache starting to build.

"Oh right," Clarissa huffed," Ron took that rat all for himself even though you said we had to share him."

"Well then, Ron, why won't you share?" questioned an annoyed Molly, who had gone through one of these petty arguments once a week for the past 11 years.

"She can't have Scabbers!" Ron whined, "she'll probably paint him, or something!"

Clarissa couldn't really defend herself. As unusual as it sounds, she had been known to paint animals in the past. When she was younger, she covered the family owl, Errol, in black paint to make him look 'edgy'.

Clarissa glared at Ron, "I would not!"

"You painted your school trunk!"

Clarissa gasped. Their mother wasn't supposed to know about that.

"You did WHAT!?" Molly yelled, "that was not yours to paint!"

"Um... sure it was! Ginny's getting Percy's old trunk next year, so there's no one left to hand it down to. Unless of course.... OH NO ARE YOU PREGNANT?!"

Ron groaned, "I though seven was enough, but then there was Ginny and now there's a NINTH!?"

"What?! NO! Who said anything about a ninth child," Molly shuddered at the thought," No, I am NOT pregnant." She turned to face Clarissa, "but you ARE in trouble."