Curiousity Killed the Cat

“Tonks, you could always give me a warning next time,” I muttered as we stopped outside of the Weasley’s house, aka the Burrow.

Tonks grinned. “What fun would that be? Catch you later, Lys.”

Let me clear things up: when I managed to recover from my near death experience, I was helped back up by Tonks who, as she claims, was sent here by Dumbledore to pick me up and deliver me to the Burrow for the rest of the summer.

To me, that translated to: she came to make sure that I hadn’t killed myself in a wave of depression.

I waved goodbye to Tonks before knocking on the Weasley’s door, only to be pelted by some appeared to be a very hard yet soft human. Actually, it was either one of the girls or Hermione’s sex fiend cat.

I was hoping for the first one.

“Elyse!” Ginny shrieked, smiling at my confused face.

“Hiya Ginny,” I said, glancing around at my new surroundings, which appeared to be the ground. “Mind getting off of me?”

“Oops! Sorry!” she said, scrambling off of me, allowing a stream of fresh air to enter my lungs.

“Thank you,” I said, pushing myself off the ground and brushing off the dirt from the back of my pants as I grabbed my discarded bag.

“Come on in! I’ll tell mum that you’ve come,” Ginny said, leading me inside the house as she called for her mum.

I put a strand of my blond locks behind my ear, before looking around the house which was, for a lack of a better word, cozy. It was one of those houses where no matter who you were, you just felt at home. It was warm and cozy and if I say cozy one more time, I will run my head into a wall.

“Oh hello, Elyse!” Mrs. Weasley said, coming around the corner and seeing me.

“Hi Mrs. Weasley,” I said, smiling. “I love your house.”

She blushed. “Oh hush, are you hungry dear?”

“No, I’m fine,” I assured her, even though I was slightly hungry.

“I’ll make you something because Tonks had informed me that you had been living off of cereal and butterbeer,” she said, smiling at my shocked face.

“You’ve been eating just cereal and butterbeer?” Ron asked, walking into the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes. “I could have eaten spiders.”

That seemed to shut him up.

“So, how have you been?” Mrs. Weasley asked as I took a seat in one of the many chairs huddling around a rather large table.

I shrugged. “Good, I’ve missed everyone.”

“Oh, Ron and Ginny haven’t stopped talking about you,” she said, using her wand to start the stove.

“How are Fred and George?” I asked, remembering that they weren’t living here anymore.

Mrs. Weasley sighed. “Oh, business is booming. They live in a little flat above their shop.”

I nodded, holding my hands in my lap. “That’s good.”

“Hermione should be arriving tomorrow,” Mrs. Weasley added, as the pot began to bubble. “And Harry should be there sometime within the week.”

“They are both coming?” I said, somewhat surprised.

“Oh yes, you know with all the trouble these days…” she said, trailing off as she grabbed a bowl.

“Well that’s good, I’ve tried to write to them but it’s been hard lately,” I said, looking around the room.

“Here you go dear,” Mrs. Weasley said, bringing over a bowl of soup, which smelled amazing.

“Thank you,” I said, helping myself to some of the hot soup. “Your cooking is the best.”

She beamed. “Oh, why thank you.”

I heard someone talking with an accent from the other room and raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Weasley. “That would be Fleur…Bill’s fiancée.”

I nearly choked on my soup. “Bill proposed? Er, congrats?”

“Yes well, it seems a bit rushed to me,” she muttered under her breath, going back into the kitchen.

“What time is it?” I asked, completely unaware of most things today.

“Nearly midnight,” Mrs. Weasley said, looking outside. That meant that must have slept in pretty late, or when I fell out of my chair I knocked myself out.

Both of pretty likely to have happened.

“You’ll be sharing a room with Ginny and Hermione, well when she gets here,” she added, breaking my train of thought.

“Alright, I’ll be heading up then. Thanks for everything, Mrs. Weasley,” I said, grabbing my bag from the ground.

“Night dear,” she called as I walked up the stairs, looking for Ginny’s room, which wasn’t that hard because I had walked about two steps before someone pulled me into a room.

“So, Hermione is suppose to come tomorrow?” I asked, sitting down on a chair.

Ginny nodded. “Yeah, and Harry is suppose to come like the day after tomorrow.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a movie?”

“What?”

“ ‘The Day After Tomorrow’,” I repeated. “Isn’t that a movie?”

“How am I suppose to know?”

“I think it is,” I said, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, I’m gonna go to bed, you can take the mattress on the ground,” Ginny said, grinning.

“Night,” I said, tossing my bag onto the floor. I changed into a pair of shorts and a tank-top before laying on my bed, pulling the blankets over my body. The blankets felt soft against my skin, causing me to sigh.

That is until I rolled over and rolled off the mattress.

Didn’t see that one coming.