On Wednesday December 14, Roxanne and Mandy stood beside their pack suitcases in front of the main building. Scrutinizing every adult who came to collect the Fieldspark students. "Oh, oh, red hair is it a Weasley?" Mandy called pointing to a very thin lady with glossy red hair.
Roxanne squinted. She couldn't see the woman's face because she was wearing large sunglasses. But she was dressed much fancier than the Weasley women usually dressed. "I don't think so." Roxanne started to say only to be drowned out by Scarlet's shrill voice, "Mum, you look gorgeous."
Mandy and Roxanne watched as Scarlet ran to the woman as if to hug her. Then stop short and kissed the air near her mum's cheeks.
"Imagine not being able to hug your own Mum," Mandy said shaking her head.
Roxanne had gone back to scanning the crowd, and trying to think who she was looking for. She had liked the idea of the surprise until she realized she would have to be looking at so many strangers' faces. Because most of them were also looking for people she kept meeting people's eyes.
"What else should I be looking for besides red hair?" Mandy asked.
"I don't know, maybe my Uncle Harry?" Roxanne said, perhaps the ministry had bent the rules for him, people often did. "He looks like an older Albus. But with a scar on his forehead."
"Right," Mandy said, turning back to scanning the crowd, "someone who looks like Albus or red hair."
"It shaped like a bolt of lightning," Roxanne couldn't help but add.
Mandy turned back to her, slight frown on her face, "what is?"
"Harry Potter's scar," Roxanne said, tracing were it would be on her own for head.
"Oh, so it's not noticeable at a distance," Mandy said, turning back to the crowd. "That's good, not that he has a scar but that it's not noticeable at a distance."
Roxanne smiled, she'd have to remember that, it would make her Uncle Harry laugh.
"You-who, Roxanne, Mandy?" Roxanne snapped her attention to the elderly couple walking towards them. The man had on his favorite fishing hat to hide his balding spot and the woman's bushy gray hair framed her face like a cat's.
"Grandpa Granger, Grandma Granger." Roxanne cried running forward to hug them.
After she finished hugging them they turned to Mandy. "You must be Mandy, we've heard so much about you." Grandma Granger said, "you can call me Grandma Granger, all the kids do."
"And you can call me the Fishing Master," Grandpa Granger said. Roxanne and Mandy giggled, Grandma Granger glared at him. "Er, I mean call me Grandpa Granger."
"Are you sure, I mean you're not MY Grandparents?" Mandy said.
"They're not mine either. They're Hugo and Rose's. But all the cousins call them Grandpa and Grandma Granger," Roxanne hurried to explain.
"It's easier," Grandma Granger said.
"And were old so the name suits us," Grandpa Granger said, causing them to giggle again.
"Well," said Mandy a little formally, "it's nice to meet you Grandma Granger, and you Grandpa Granger."
"Oh what beautiful manners, it's a pleasure to meet you too Mandy," Grandma Granger said.
"I'll wait to withhold judgment until I've seen her teeth," Grandpa Granger said with a wink at them.
Mandy looked confused, so Roxanne explained. "They used to be dentists, they examine everyone's teeth."
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Wizard Born
FanfictionRoxanne Weasley, daughter of George Weasley, thought that all she had to worry about once she turned eleven was avoiding her brother Fred's pranks, working up the courage to occasionally talk to someone outside the family, and learning magic. But wh...
