Hyperactive: bounce, bounce, bounce
Melo Dramatic: Hi everyone! Uh, hyperactive what exactly are you doing?
Hyperactive: bounce, bounce, bounce
Melo Dramatic: I will ask you again, what are you doing?
Hyperactive: can't bounce talk to bounce busy bounce, bounce, bounce
Melo Dramatic: now you're kinda scarin me! What are you doing?
Hyperactive: I was bouncing off the walls…..duh.
Melo Dramatic: oh, well at least you stopped now!
Hyperactive: nope, too hyper, must, keep, moving! Bounce, bounce, hop, bounce, bounce
Melo Dramatic: -grins mischievously- if you don't stop bouncing off the walls, I will have to write this chapter!
Hyperactive: CRASH! What! Oh the poor readers! I'm done, I'm done I swear it! Just don't torture the poor, innocent, readers!
Melo Dramatic: okay, okay, sheesh! Chill out! You have had WAY too much sugar today!
Hyperactive: sticks out tongue you are just jealous!
Melo Dramatic: of what! Oh never mind! Just get on with the story!
Hyperactive: ok! Here goes! This chapter is called 'AHA!' not really for any reason, I am just so hyper I have shouted that word like a- ba-chillion times today!
Suddenly the door bell rang.
"I'll get it!" Leena shouted and raced to the door, opening it to find two tall figures with bright orange hair. Thinking of the first thing that came to her mind, Leena jumped on the one to the left, wrapping her legs around his waiste and screamed, "George!"
"Nice to see you too!" said an excited George.
"Hey everyone! We decided to drop in for a visit! Hope its ok," said George's identical twin brother Fred.
"No problem! We were actually having a dinner for everyone tomorrow! You two are welcome to join us," said Harry.
"Sounds cool, so do you have somewhere we can crash? Our flat is being renovated, so we need a place to stay for a few weeks. Of course, if it's a problem, we can stay in a hotel, or maybe mum would take us in for a bit, I don't know, but it would be great if we could stay here," said Fred hopefully.
"No way, we are not letting you go back to your mothers! You could use one some of our spare rooms. Alex has one, and so does Leena, but we have a few more. So you are staying here," said Harry. He knew the twins would never be the same again if they tried to live their mum for almost a month. It was fine when they were younger, but they were adults now, and Harry couldn't imagine Mrs. Weasly would approve of her sons' lifestyle.
"Thanks mate! Hey, you still got that training pitch out back?" Fred asked, George was busy making out with Leena and Alex was watching and shooting glares at the pair while almost having tears in his eyes. After all, the sight of the woman he had loved since he was twelve, making out with another man was a little much to handle.
"Fred, think about who you're talking to! Of course the pitch is still out there!" said Allia, "how 'bout a friendly match later, I'll referee!"
"Referee? You never miss a quidditch game 'Lia! You have to play!" said George, who had finally pried himself away from Leena, "come on! For old times sake! Please?"
"No, George, I will not play, someone has to watch the children! Oh! That reminds me! The twins, mine- not you two, are turning five tomorrow, so you all had better get them something! And NOTHING from your shop! I do NOT want you corrupting my children! Understand? Good! Now, Alex, go get Nikki, Fred, you get Brandon and Allissa, Leena, get brooms, Harry and George, get the equipment! I will go check the muggle repelling charms so no one sees us playing," Allia said this is rant-mode, but somehow, everyone heard everything she said and snapped into action.
"Um, Love, you know we live in an all magic community right?" Harry asked Allia tentatively.
"of course sweetie, why do you ask?" was the reply he got.
"well, we shouldn't really need muggle repelling spells, should we?" he asked.
"I know, I just don't feel like doing anything, so I gave out all the jobs and decided to get a lemonade, and if you don't go help George with all the stuff, he is going to be very mad, and that will make Leena mad, which will in turn make me mad, and you don't want me mad, so GO!" she said, trying to hide the smile creeping up on her face.
"OK, I'm going! Calm down!" said Harry with both hands up, looking like a kid who got stuck with her his hand in the cookie jar, all the time with a smile on his face.
"Good!" said Allia, then, before Harry could reply, or run, she kissed him soundly on the lips, then pulled back, much too soon for Harry's liking, and sent him on his way. By this time, (almost) everyone was done with their respective jobs (Harry and George excluded), and they walked out with the kids to the field. The kids sat on the sidelines to watch.
"Ok, well what are the teams?" asked Alex.
"I know, I will pick captains, since I'm the referee, then the captains can pick teams!" said Allia, "ok, captains are, Harry, because its his house and I like him best, and Leena, cause she's the only girl playing, and I like her second-best," she finished.
"Oh Allia I LOVE your logic," said Fred, while rolling his eyes.
"ME TOO! Now captains, pick so you can play!" said Allia.
"Alright," said Harry, "I pick… George."
"Cool," said George as he walked over to stand behind Harry.
"Fine, steal my boyfriend why don't you! I pick… Fred," said Leena, not wanting to pick Alex.
"Wait, I just realized that this is uneven, maybe I just shouldn't …"
"what the hell?" screamed Harry, pulling out his wand and running into the house, followed closely by Fred, George, and Allia.
"You two, stay here with the kids ok?" asked Allia as she hurried into her home to find out what the disturbance was.
Leena and Alex looked at each other embarrassedly, then sat by the kids. In order it was Leena, Brandon, Allissa, Nicole, and Alex.
Hyperactive: sorry about the whole cliffy thing, someone, hm hm melo dramatic hm hm would probably get mad at me if I didn't update today so HERE it is!
Melo Dramatic: oh shut up! I'm just glad you aren't bouncing off the walls anymore!
Hyperactive: go away. Actually that's a VERY good idea! GO AWAY, you can work on your chapter which will SO not be better than mine!
Melo Dramatic: oh you wish you were half as good as me!
Hyperactive: I don't HAVE to wish I have TALENT! Oh and do you wanna bet that you'll do better than me?
Melo Dramatic: YEA! I DO! You are SO on!
Hyperactive: Fine! Just Fine! Now go away so I can eat more sugar ok! My mom made brownies and I want some!
Melo Dramatic: Fine! I WILL! Now everyone, review! And don't be too mean! She cant take it!
Hyperactive: -sticks out tongue at melo dramatic-