Chapter 8

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"I really want to draw on her face, it'd be quite funny," a voice said somewhere throughout the room, which is what woke me up from my sleep. Opening my droopy tired eyes, I noticed that I was still on the couch but with a blanket billowing out around my small frame. I must've slept here all night.

"Mum would have a fit if you did that to Shay," another voice, which I made out to be Ginny, states earning a groan from the other person.

"Not to mention how mad Shaylynn would be if she woke up and seen you drawing on her face. Plus you might cause her to get startled," I think George says from somewhere beside me.

"Oh it will be fine, she's still asleep," says the voice, which I now know is Fred, before I could hear footsteps approaching. This caused me to close my eyes again, pretending to still be asleep.

The room went silent again as Fred seemed to contemplate on what he was going to draw, but before he could even think about drawing on me, I made my consciousness known. "Don't even think about it Freddie," I say, opening my eyes just in time to see him jump out of fright.

"Bloody hell Shay, don't do that," he says clutching his heart as Ginny and George could be heard laughing from their seats. It was funny to watch them and it made me laugh as George fell off the couch onto the floor.

It was good to laugh again as I slowly came out of my shell. Well partially because I haven't opened up to anyone yet. I'm still trying to learn how to trust them but getting to know them is helping immensely.

"Then don't try to draw on my face," I state, sitting up slowly my hair falling into my face and I noticed that it was a pretty aqua blue. Sometimes when I wake up it's a different color than my natural one, I think it has something to do with my subconscious mind.

"Did you know that your hair changes colors when you're dreaming?" Ginny says as she walks over and picks up a strand of my blue hair.

"Yeah, it's how my Mum and Dad found out I was a metamorphamagus," I tell her and she smiles.

"This color is really pretty on you," she says playing with a few strands which made me smile even more.

"And you have the most beautiful ginger hair ever," I state running my fingers through the short strands of her incredibly cute bob.

"Awe shucks," the twins say together with fake blushes that made Ginny and I shake our heads. These boys are something else. It's like they were teenage girls.

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After awhile of us just chilling out in the livingroom, Molly hurried into the room. She looked like she had been busy baking as her apron was covered in flour and the smell of cookies was wafting in from the kitchen.

"Children it's a lovely day out, how about you all go outside and enjoy the fresh air," she says once she noticed that we were all hanging about.

The young Weasley's began protesting against the idea, but I was quick to jump to my feet. Having spent so long underground, I will never take being outside for granted. "That is a lovely idea Molly," I exclaim before heading outside.

The sun was shining brightly down on me as I entered the front garden. A bunch of groaning could be heard as Ginny and the twins followed behind me into the fresh air. Ron could be seen down by the small lake, probably catching frogs or admiring the little fish that swam about.

He sent me a wave which I happily returned. Looking around the yard, I noticed this small creature pop out of a burrow in the ground. It looked like a little man with a squashed sort of face, but it was definitely something I hadn't seen before.

"What is that?" I asked pointing at the mysterious creature as it came back out of its home.

"That's a gnome, they are very pesky and annoying. It's also a pain when Mum makes us de-gnome the garden," Ginny says as she gave the little gnome the death glare.

I've got so much to learn about this world. I can't imagine how Harry's going to deal with all this because he wouldn't remember anything as he was only a year old.

I hope he remembers me.......

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