Till the Death ( 42 )

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"Breakfast is ready!" Mrs Weasley bellowed from the kitchen to all the children sleeping in their beds. The smell of bacon, sausages, hash browns, toast and more filled the air making Rachel's mouth water.

Rachel hopped out of bed to see Ginny rubbing her eyes, her hair sticking up in odd places.

"Morning!" She cheerfully said to Ginny.

"Morning, sleep well?" Ginny politely asked.

"Yeah I did actually, shall we go downstairs now? Your mum says breakfasts ready." Rachel said.

"Alright." Ginny mumbled still half asleep.

The two girls padded down into the kitchen where Charlie and Percy sat at the table already tucking in. Rachel sat opposite Charlie and greeted Mrs Weasley.

"I can see your face better now." Charlie winked at Rachel who laughed making everyone look at the two strangely.

"There you go dear, anything else you would like?" Mrs Weasley asked, setting down a plate of a full English breakfast in front of Rachel.

"Just a glass of pumpkin juice please." Rachel replied, Mrs Weasley nodded and set off to find a glass for Rachel.

Suddenly Ron came running down the stairs, tripping several times with a terrified look on his face. Harry followed down the stairs in hysterics.

"S-spiders!" Ron cried, his facial expression hilarious. But sure enough two large spiders came trotting down the stairs, hopping rather oddly.

"FRED, GEORGE! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Mrs Weasley yelled so loud it made Rachel jump. The twins came down the stairs, high-fiving and laughing.

"CHANGE THEM BACK NOW!" Mrs Weasley yelled again pointing at the spiders. Fred mumbled about being a kill joy but transfigured the spiders back to the two owls they were before. "Harry, what would you like to drink?" cooed Mrs Weasley as if nothing had happened. Harry climbed into the seat next to Rachel and asked for a pumpkin juice.

Ron still shook as he glared violently at the twins. Spiders were definitely his biggest fear, Rachel knew that from the DADA lesson with the boggart. George looked at Rachel and have her a stern look that meant 'get on and talk to Fred' to which she threw one back meaning 'shut up and let me get on with it'.

The day carried on and after a while of happily lounging around, Charlie declared that everyone would have a Quidditch match.

"But it's cold and you're way too good!" Ron moaned.

"Stop being a spoilsport and come on, it will be fun!" Rachel insisted. She had managed to convince him to come outside, but only for a little while.

The teams were set:

Fred, George and Ron vs Rachel, Charlie and Harry.

Ginny was not aloud to play because George insisted girls could not play.

"But Rachel's playing!" She had protested.

"Yeah but she doesn't play like a pansy like you." Fred scoffed back.

Charlie had enchanted six hoops to float in the air as they all mounted spare brooms and took off.

"Hang on this isn't fair!" Ron yelled, flailing around wildly. "They've got the best players!" He moaned pointing at the opposing team.

"Oh so we are not the best beaters that Oliver Wood and not to mention McGonagall have seen in a long time?" George snapped intolerant of his younger brother.

"But you're a keeper and Fred's a chaser!" Ron turned to his brother. "THERE ARE NO BEATERS!"

And that was true. They had made Charlie enchant the bludgers to fly around themselves, only of course this made the game more exhilarating.

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