The idea was berserk.
I was berserk.
But I saw it.
There were so many things that made me seem completely psychopathic:
The boys had the exact same face.
A girl that was a little younger than me followed them outside, but wasn't flying with them. Following the girl was an older woman, a young boy, a balding man who looked about the woman's age, and a teenaged boy still in his robe. That's seven people. Seven. And they all had the same color hair; ginger.
I took a peek in the window, and there were dishes. Being washed. And there was no one in the house.
I even thought I was a pshyco. I was spying on a perfect family that had no idea I was there. I thought about the woman, Bellatrix, and how she was just there. I shuddered, and decided it wasn't spying, it was just longingly watching, longingly wishing for a family. A wave of self-pity washed over me. I tried to ignore it and become confident that I had come all this way by myself.
By myself.
I sighed. Suddenly, I heard someone speak. "Catch me, Ron! Catch me!" the little girl exclaimed. She then charged through the grass. I ducked down.
"Bloody hell, Ginny!" the young boy said exasperatedly, chasing after her.
Two people patrolling the field, two people patrolling from above. This was bad for me. Like I said before, the grass was thick, easy to hide in, but with people staring down at the field, it was no use even trying. I did, though. I tried. Real hard.
It was no use.
"Mum? Look!" one of the flying boys said, making a light landing.
"Yes, Fred?" the older woman asked, walking over to him. She had a kind face; a warm smile, a calm expression, and welcoming green-grey eyes. She was close enough to me that I could see she had a small rocking horse pattern on her apron, and it looked it was hand-knit. She was a little bit pudgy, but that made her seem even more welcoming, for that reminded me of my own mother. I smiled slightly at her through the cattails.
The boy named Fred pointed in my direction. His mother gasped, her hand on her heart, and whispered, "Oh dear." I stopped smiling.
"What is it? Some gnomes eat the carrots?" the other boy said, landing with a loop-the-loop. I realized that the boys were identical twins. Fred pointed again at me. "Whoa," his brother said. Fear reflected in my eyes, and they saw it. "George, get your father," the woman muttered, her hand on his shoulder. The boy named George nodded and jogged to the balding man. I could see him making gestures with his hands and pointing at Fred, their mother, and I. Soon, the whole family was surrounding me. I was crouched down in a small circle, like a cat, staring up at the whole family. "Oh, dear, you poor thing," the mother said, frowning. My lip trembled.
"W-who are you?" I managed.
"Fred," George said.
"No, you're George," I uttered, "I heard you" - I made a motion towards his mother - "call him George. He's Fred." I pointed to the other twin. Fred's eyes widened and he lifted his hands as if he were asked to by the police. He slowly backed out of the family circle that was crowded around me. George looked at him. "Aw, come on. Give her a break, the poor, poor soul," he said mockingly, winking at Fred. Their mum rolled her eyes and softly spoke. "I'm their mother, Molly." She pointed at all the children; the twins, the teenager, the young boy, who I realized was about my age, and the little girl. "This is my husband, Arthur," she gestured lovingly to the balding man, "this is Percy," - the teenager this time - "here's Ron," - the young boy - "and my little Ginny." Lastly she pointed to the girl and smiled at her.
Ginny shyly waved and asked, "What's your name?"
I gently and cautiously smiled at her and said, "Clover."
