Unforgettable

2012

*Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: Riddle TM*
Setting: September 2012; Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Jemima's POV...

"I'm really startin to hate you P-" Enid starts

"Shut it," I hiss at her, "I don't need the twins learning who I am and them go blabbing to my family," I whisper to her, "no that we know your father is after my brother, I can't risk anyone seeing me and whispers getting back to either of them," I tell her, "we already had to pay off Mr. Ollivander last year," I add in, "I can't afford to pay off the twins-and trust me, they're devious enough ta ask us to do so-"

"You smell familiar," comes the familiar voice of an old friend, "but you don't look like anyone I know," the familiar silver haired girl says she circles and sniffs at me

"Leave em alone Rommy," comes another familiar voice

"Hot damn that's Prewitt genes if I ever did see em," Enid practically howls at the sight of Fred and George coming from upstairs

"I'm Fred," says one, "and I'm George," says the other, "theses are our wives," the say together

"I'm Angelina Weasley," a familiar nice black woman from my days at Hogwarts introduces herself

"Romula Weasley," the other one says as she now circles my son intensely, "you smell like a Malfoy," she nearly growls at my five year old, "and someone else I can't quite put my finger on..."

"Come off it Rommy," Fred tells her

"We got the commercial jingle you wanted," Enid tells them

"Right," they say together

"Let's here it then," Fred tells us

"Ya, give it a go," George adds in as they take a seat on the register counter and their wives stand next to them

     We start playing our our instruments and Scorpius runs off to stand next to Romula as Enid and I sing the song for my old school friends I grew up with. I'm glad to see Romula is happy with her jester and his identical twin joker, part of me wants to tell them all who I am, but another part wants me wishes I wasn't even here. When we finally finish the jingle, the four Weasleys remain quiet as my son comes running from beside them and to my open arms...

"Well?" Enid asks them out right

"Enid," I hiss and shake my head, glaring at her as she looks to me

"It's...interesting," Angelina says awkwardly

"I like it," Romula states being just as obnoxious as I recall her

"I wrote it years ago-just before the war," I admit to them, "when someone first told me of this place," I lie, "I could just imagine how it all looked from what they described of it-"

"What do ya think?" Enid buts in

"Gred?" Fred asks with a goofy grin

"Freorge?" George asks one reply with the same goofy grin on his face

"We like it," they both declare

"That's wonderful," I tell them with a smile

"Let's talk about pay," Enid declares and I groan internally at her rude eagerness

"How's fifty-fifty sound?" Fred asks us

"That's-" Enid starts

"Too generous," I cut her with our decline

"Sixty-forty then," Georgie decrees

"No," I say quickly before Enid can say anything and she glares at me