It's All Relative

Chapter 2

Once they finished dinner, the two families found their way to the enormous sitting room and sat on two of the larger couches that faced each other. The grandeur of the room seemed to yet again leave the Weasley's in awe as they murmured to each other, trying to discretely point at things around the room.

They sat around for a while, sharing stories, telling jokes, though big-headed one's from Rachel's father. The only one who genuinely laughed at those were Percy. Rachel wasn't sure if she like him or not.

She learned that the Weasley's lived just outside of a small village called Ottery St. Catchpole, but both Bill and Charlie were living abroad.(Bill in Egypt and Charlie in Romania.)

It didn't take much for Rachel to realize that Fred and George were exactly like Travis and Connor, save them being twins. Every story they shared contained some kind of prank they pulled, leaving Rachel in a fit of giggles.

Ron was definitely the quietest of them all, and, Rachel noticed, even seemed a bit wary of the Dare's.

Finally, after two hours of conversation, Mrs. Dare stood up with a rare genuine smile on her face and said,

"It's getting late. Molly, Arthur, why don't Walter and I show you to your room," Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood up as well.

Mrs. Dare turned to Rachel, "Rachel, I trust you can manage to show the boys where they'll be staying."

Rachel didn't fail to notice the patronizing tone her mother addressed her with, but nodded nonetheless.

The adults left the room as Rachel rose from the couch and turned to the Weasley children, motioning for them to follow her. They were all staying on the same floor, so Rachel didn't really have to go out of her way.

They walked in silence until they reached Rachel's door.

"This," she pointed to the door, "is my room, where Ginny and I will be staying."

They nodded in understanding and Rachel walked down the hall until they reached the next door.

"This will be for Bill and Charlie."

"And that is for Fred and George," she said, pointing to the door directly across the hall.

"Percy, Ron, you'll be sharing that room," she pointed to the end of the hallway.

They all nodded and headed to their respective rooms and Rachel made her way towards Ginny, who was standing right outside of her door. Rachel walked over and entered her room, Ginny not far behind. The latter gave an involuntary gasp as she took in not only the enormity of her relative's room but also the art that adorned her walls.

"Did you make these?"

Ginny was in awe as she surveyed Rachel's room as if it were an art gallery.

"Yes."

Rachel was feeling self-conscious. It wasn't as if she doubted her talent, or thought Ginny hated them. However, these were personal, some of them came from her dreams, and she didn't just let anybody see them The only other person that had succeeded in securing her trust enough to gain entrance to her room was one Percy Jackson.

Ginny was gaping at a particular portrait of a young blonde boy when she noticed the ceiling. Her eyes widened slightly as they landed on the mythological creatures.

"Whoa," Ginny whispered. "Charlie would love that."

"Charlie?"

Ginny looked at Rachel, who noticed a newfound glint of admiration in her eyes.