We're the Weasleys || Weasley Next Gen

Chapter 55- Freddie's POV

Okay so maybe I lied, the house-elves don't love me.

But they like me...

Okay, fine. They tolerate me...

They actually hate my guts.

But I promised food for tonight, and I'm running out of time to get it.

"You sure it's alright if I'm here Ricky boy?" Evie says to me as we stand in front of the painting that will get us into the kitchens. Ever since I told her that my full name is Fredrick, she's been calling me Ricky. If it were anyone else, I would have jinxed them. But, well, you know. She's Evie.

"Yeah, being here is fine, just not tonight. Family stuff." I say.

Evie pecks my cheek which makes me smile instantly, "I get it. Don't worry about a thing Ricky."

There are about seven different ways to get into the kitchens at Hogwarts but this one is the easiest one I've explored so far. I tickle the pear in the painting. A high pitched squeal comes out of it, and the pear turns into a door handle.

"That was fucking weird," Evie says beside me.

I look at her and wink before opening the door. Instantly a pot flies towards my head. "Out! Out! Out! Out! Weasel boy is back!" A house-elf shrieks from inside the room.

"Oh, Winky hates the Weasel boy!" Another one shrieks.

One of them, I think their name is Boone comes at me with a broom, "Out Weasel boy! Out! Out! Out!" they hit me in the shin with the broom a few times but I manage to sidestep them and walk into the kitchen a little more.

"Hey! Wait! I just need some food! It's important!"

A few other house-elves come out of the shadows, "Weasel boy says it's important! Weasel boy expects Doris to make extra food even though dinner was just had!" one of them shrieks.

Boone comes at me with the broom again.

"His aunt died!" Evie says loudly, "His aunt died today, and he and his cousins want to have a picnic so they need food."

Boone stops hitting me with the broom, "Weasel boy has lied to Boone and the other house-elves before he has." They say staring at me with daggers in their eyes.

"Seriously dude, what the fuck did you do?" Evie whispers to me. She turns her attention back to the house-elves, "But I haven't lied to you before have I?"

A quiet murmur fills the room as the house-elves talk to themselves, "Look, he's meeting his family soon and he really needs food for a picnic. Do you think that you could help? Don't do it for the Weasel boy. Do it for me."

"If Weasel boy lost his Auntie..." a really old house-elf says from the back of the room. She's wearing a pink dress that sort of looks like a gown from St. Mungos. "... Winky remembers when she lost Dobby she does. That is a bad feeling." All of the other house-elves seem to respect Winky because they all nod. Boone actually puts down his broom, but he doesn't stop glaring at me.

"We will get the food for the Weasel boy. But only this one time, Winky does not want to see the Weasel boy in her kitchens again... or the Weasel boy's girly." Winky says as she points her finger at Evie and me.

It doesn't take long for the house elves to give us several baskets full of food. Rolls of bread, cheese, crackers, ham, turkey, pumpkin pasties, pretty much anything and everything you would want at a picnic.

"Weasel boy will keep the baskets so that Doris does not have to see him again," Doris says really aggressively.

"Uh, thanks? I've always wanted... baskets?" I say awkwardly.