the painter // george weasley //

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Poem of the Soul 16, The Flight of the Soul, Louis Janmot, c. 1835-1855

ring. ring. ring.

"Hello" Olive picked up the phone.

"Hows my sweet girl?"

"Oh, hey ma! I'm good, how ah yah?"

"fine, yeah.. Yah ahnt came over today for lunch, and yah brothas ah here, being real frickin bozos."

Olive laughed, "Where are they? Sounds quiet where you are."

"locked em in the cella." She could hear her mother's smile with that statement.

Then she heard a bunch of moving and shouting in the background.

"Mawtha a'Gawd!" She heard her mother mumbled, and because her mother probably stuck the phone to her chest, a muffled, "I'm on the phone with yah sista, shawt up!"

"Olive?!"

"Oli?"

"Pickle!?"

She heard a variety of nicknames shouted, and a bit of fighting over the phone until her brother, Max hopped on.

"Hi fart face." He said

"Hey kid." Olive laughed

"When are you coming home? I miss you." Max was the youngest, still being 16 and stuck at school most of the time. He was tall, like all his other brothers. He had thick, brown curly hair, that never failed to fall in front of his eyes. No matter how many times their mother cut his curls, they always fell in his eyes.

"I'm not sure, kid."

She could already see his eye roll

"I go back to campus next week.." Max changed the subject

"Yeah? How was your break? Do anything fun?"

"Might of burnt off Bug's eyebrow off.." He chuckled. Bug is the nickname of their oldest brother, Anthony. Being the tallest of the bunch, at like 6'4'', he towers over the family. He has broad shoulders, muscular arms, a long torso with defined muscles, and muscular legs. Which makes sense because he plays for The American National Quidditch team, as their Keeper.

"How in the hell did you do that?"

"We um.. so we wanted to play Quodpot.. and I know that there is a Quod that dad said we shouldn't use because it's messed up and then another one that's fine.. Well.."

"Oh, Maxi Pad.." She laughed, shaking her head, "You grabbed the broken Quod.."

"He should really label them!" He laughed, "...Oh the gremlins want to talk to you.."

More movement was heard and then three very loud voices sang into the phone,

"PICKLE!!!"

"Hi boys!" She smiled, she missed her brothers so much. Those were the triplets, two years older than Olive, but still acted like children. Clay, Dover, and Egan, named after the three elements. Clay, being Earth. The reason, is obvious. Clay equals dirt, you know. Dover, being water, since it means "the waters". And Egan, being fire. Meaning "little fire."

The triplets, almost as tall as Anthony, at 6'0'' are not as toned as him. The three of them are lanky as can be, and covered in tattoos. As much as their mother hates them. The three of them are all Legilimens, so when people say they can read each other's minds, they really can.

"You should of seen it...." Clay laughed

"...poor Bug..." Dover chimed in

"...No more eyebrows..." Egan egged on Clay