Simply Falling: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 1

        "Did you remember to pack everything?" My dad asked me as we stood in front of our large living room fireplace.

"Yes Dad," I replied as I attempted to shut my trunk all of the way.

        He sat on my trunk so I could get it to latch, and gave me a tight hug, and a kiss on my forehead. "I know you'll be good, but be careful sweet girl. I love you, I'll see you at the game."

        I ducked into our fireplace. "Goodbye Dad, I love you. See you soon!" I shouted before our living room was replaced with the Weasley's kitchen. 

        I paused for a moment, I had clearly arrived in the middle of an argument. Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley all sat quietly at the table while Mrs. Weasley stirred something furiously. She stopped and smiled when she noticed I had arrived.

        "Oh hello Rose, dear. You three go out to the garden and help Bill and Charlie with the tables please," She said with a smile. "Oh leave your trunk dear, Arthur will take it to Ginny's room."

        Once we stepped out the door Fred whispered excitedly to me,"They worked!" 

"        The Toffees?!" I exclaimed. "Who did you test them on?" 

        "We'll talk about it later. Mum's still a little tense about it," George whispered in my other ear and we heard a series of loud bangs from the kitchen. We walked to the garden as Percy's window slammed shut and Bill and Charlie brought their tables down to the ground.

        "Rose!" Hermione shouted as she saw me, and we gave each other a big hug.

        "Oh I've missed you," I said as we finally let go of each other. I gave Ron and Harry a quick hug, and nodded a hello to the rest of the party. 

        "All right you lot, help me get this food out to the table," we heard a yell from the kitchen window.

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        I finally managed to stop eating once I was certain I wouldn't be able to eat again for a few days. My dad is a wonderful dad, but there's a reason we eat out almost every night. One of the many reasons I loved visiting the Burrow was Mrs. Weasley's cooking. 

        After a lot of delicious food and interesting conversation, everyone headed upstairs to turn in for the night. I lingered in the garden with Fred and George so they could fill me in. 

        All summer we'd been writing back and forth about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. I mostly helped them with product names, descriptions, and packaging ideas. Sometimes I'd have dreams about them coming up with new products and I'd already have a list of names before I got their letter. Funny things like that had been happening more often recently.

        "So we went with Dad and Ron to help pick up Harry," George started.

        "And we dropped one of the Ton-Tongued Toffees on the floor." Fred finished.

        "He ate it?!" I almost exclaimed instead of asking.

        "His tongue was almost 4-feet long before dad was able to reduce it," they said at the same time.

        "You two are geniuses, " I told them. "But I need to crash before I fall over right here and sleep in the garden."

        I gave George a hug, but when I gave Fred a hug, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. We both looked at each other, with wide eyes, and I awkwardly stepped away.