Ron's TWIN Sister

The Explanation part 1

I stood there  just looking at everything there was to look at. There was a dude stirring his cup of tea with his finger controlling the spoon somehow.  And others drinking a fiery looking liquid. I overheard the barman saying Firewhiskey.  Must be some sort of spicy whiskey. Dumbledore pulled up a seat at the far table.

"Why dont you sit down? I have alot to tell you." He said while gesturing tto the chair. I sat down and he said to the barman "Could I please have one gillywater and one butterbeer, Tom?" He nodded and shuffled off. And came back a moment later with a pint of a steaming liquid.

"Butterbeer," said Dumbledore,  "I think you will find it delicious." I took a sip and a felt an incredible warmth flow through me.

"Exquisite." I commented.

"Good. Now, Ruby, do you know why you are here?" Dumbledore looked at me over his half-moon glasses.

"Ummmm no.... Has it got something to do with the traveling hat thingy and the guy who can control teaspoons?"

"Kind of." Dumbledore smiled. "Its about who you really are. I believe you ran away from a particularly nasty orphanage? "

"Yeah, thats right. I ran away because all of the ladies were bitc... I mean, really horrible to me and I didnt know why. So one day I had just had enough so I just left. Went they sent us to school I went in the front gates and left from the back. I have never thought of going back,  and I never will."

"Interesting, " said Dumbledore. "Do you know how you ended up in the orphanage?"

"Ummm...." I thought hard, racking my brain for any sort of memory.  "I cant remember much, but I remember lots of noise then somebody screaming and somebody holding me and dumping me on sonething then....." I remembered how the ladies took me in grudgingly and tended for me. How I hated it! ".....never mind. Anyway,  thats all I remember, so thats all you get."

"Thats a surprisingly big amount of memory you have there." Dumbledore commented as he took a swig of his gillywater.  "Now, has anything strange happened to you in the past? Anything you couldnt control? Anything you couldnt explain?"

"Oh my god, dont even get me started. It first started happening when I was about four or five. I was sitting in the naughty cupboard, because I had punched a boy in the face for stealing my baked potato. O was shaking with anger and suddenly the empty jar on the shelf shattered. I was so shocked and screamed and one of the ladies came running and yelled at me for smashing the jar. Another time,  I was at school and I was running away from some bullies and I jumped over a bench and I "soared" over it and landed ontop of the playground. The caretaker had to find a long enough ladder to get me down. That was pretty scary."

"I see." Said Dumbledore.  "Well, that explains it."

"Explains what?"

"You are, indeed, a witch." Dumbledore said with a slight smile.

"A what? You must be joking. Thats just so crazy. I would sooner believe that crap is bright orange. And also, calling me a witch is a really mean thing to say, im really hurt." I burst.

Dumbledore chuckled and took a sip of his gillywater. "Im not joking. How do explain the man who can control teaspoons?"

"Some kind of contraption with invisible strings, like in Thunderbirds."

"Do you think I am using something like that?" Dumbledore suggested, gesturing to his gillywater, which was stirring itself with a onion on a stick.

"Start explaining. Now."