Chapter Five

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As Orchid walked into the Quidditch store, she immediately found herself feeling right at home. The smell of ash, wood, and cleaning supplies flooded Orchid's nose and mind as she took a deep breath.

She then began look at all of the Clean Sweeps, the old Shooting Stars, and the latest broom model, the Nimbus 2000.

After looking in awe at the latest broom model, Orchid decided to go to the CleanSweep section and look at their latest model that dated back to the previous year.

Orchid saw a Clean Sweep with a dark, mahogany handle that read the brand on one side while the other side had an interesting design of a witch on a broomstick with wind trailing behind her, the Clean Sweep logo.

The broom would never be as fast as a Nimbus, but Orchid thought it looked too good to pass up. It might have been slow, but it certainly didn't stop Orchid from wanting it so badly.

Orchid walked up to her older brothers and announced the room she wanted as she held it carefully in her hands.

"If it's okay, is like this one." She said as she how'd Bill and Charlie the broom.

Bill and Charlie glanced at each other with smiles on their faces, glad to see their eldest little sister enjoying herself on the shopping trip. The three siblings went up to the font desk to stand in line for the new broom.

"Mummy, it's Bill and Charlie!" Orchid, Bill, and Charlie looked behind them to see the rest of their family standing outside of the shop looking straight at them.

Molly Weasley walked right inside, up to her two dear sons, and pulled them into a none crushing hug.

"Why didn't you two tell me you were coming early? I would have prepared the house a bit better for when you visited. We were just out getting Ron's supplies for the upcoming school year." As Molly ranted on, Orchid decided to hide behind Charlie as she watched the Weasley family father around in the store, all of the Weasley's were present except for Arthur, but he was supposedly at work.

"-and lastly dears, why are you in the Quidditch shop?" Orchid hear Molly say.

Bill and Charlie had to basically drag Orchid out from behind Charlie as she protested. She did not want to see the family that had neglected her since he was five-years-old.

The two finally managed to bring Orchid out and put her in front of them. "We were shopping for Orchid's school supplies."

"Hey, mum." Orchid said with a slight wave.

Molly clapped a hand to her forehead, "I completely forgot Maria, I'm so sorry about that."

Orchid's eyes widened as she heard her mother call her by her first name. Her mother hadn't acknowledged even five times in the past six years, but she still knew her name.

"That's alright mum." Orchid said in a small voice. It really wasn't alright, even if the Weasley family was so big, Orchid's own family shouldn't forget she was there.

"And mum," Bill said. "We're going to keep Maria at mine and Charlie's house over the summer and switch her back and forth." Bill didn't so much ask as state what they were going to do.

"That's alright dears, as long as she doesn't go into the dragon sanctuary or go into any tombs unsupervised." Molly said.

"C'mon mum, let's let them get their shopping done." Fred said.

"Alright, alright, but don't stay out too long. And be back before supper you three." Molly said as the six remaining Weasley's walked out of the store.

Orchid's eyes had been wide ever since her mother said her name. Bill and Charlie looked at their little sister with astonished looks.

"I don't remember the last time she ever said your name." Charlie said. Bill slapped his brother's arm for bluefin out the words, but Orchid wasn't paying attention.

"Let's just buy the broom and then get the rest of the supplies." Bill said.

Orchid nodded as she walked up to the cashier since it was their turn to pay. Bill and Charlie payed for the broom as then the three left the store.

But the two eldest Weasley brother were safe to say that they had never seen a bigger smile on Maria Orchid Weasley's face. 

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