Just Give Me A Sign

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Reserved for Remington.

Here are my characters =)


EMILY FROST

24|Half-Blood|Necromancy

9 inches|Thestral Hair|White Oak

Protective. Loyal. Caring. Brave. Mistrusting. Clever. Intelligent. Self-Sacrificing. Honest. Reckless [only when it comes to herself]. Stubborn. A bit unorthodox. Somewhat Cold.

Necromancy is a Dark Art that involves dealings with the dead. Emily can see spirits, other than the ghosts that appear to everyone, and she has a special understanding of death itself. Sometimes she can see death before it occurs, sometimes she can't, but her ability is very stressful and she is unable to control what she sees and when. It's made her a bit cold when it comes to others. Also, Emily has a higher chance of being able to reanimate things that are dead and has with small things like mice and plants, but it never turns out well.

It seems that Charlie Weasley will catch her attention.

Additionally:

-Emily would do anything to make sure her sister, Evangeline, is safe.
-Her Patronus is a wolf.
-Has always been able to see thestrals.
-Loves animals, magical and non.
-Isn't afraid to use the Dark Arts, even the unforgivable curses.
-Worked in the Ministry as an Unspeakable in the Death Chamber, but quickly left when her secret was found out.

-&-



FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY

21|Pure-Blood|Gryffindor Alumni|Joke Shop Owners

[Remington]

Evangeline Frost

20|Half-Blood|Seer & Telepath

9 inches|Phoenix tail feather|Willow

Adventurous-compassionate-creative-disorganized-too forgiving-gullible-light hearted-sarcastic-clumsy-mischievous-loyal, caring, and protective to fault.

Evangeline is a seer who is generally able to touch someone and see bits of their future though not all of it, or locate them. She is only able to do this through touching the person, a photo of the person, or an item belonging to the person. It doesn't always work and she has not learned how to control it. Her telepathy helps her to locate them as well, and also to be able to hear their thoughts, see their memories, and even manipulate their emotions. This is even harder for her to control and exhausts her.

Also:

-Evan will not let anyone other than her sister use her full name.
-Her Patronus is a chimpanzee.
-Loves to laugh and have fun and has a hard time focusing and being serious.
-Was on her way to becoming an Obliviator for the ministry before Emily was discovered.



Charles Weasley

25|Pure-Blood|Former Gryffindor Seeker|Dragonologist

12"|Unicorn Tail Hair|Ash

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It had been a long time since they had been home. Since they had stayed in a house even, but it was a necessary sacrifice. All of the things they had given up, they were all entirely necessary. Emily Frost knew this, and she knew her sister did as well. With a sigh, the girl with long tresses of wavy blonde hair tied up in a ponytail continued on her firewood gather. They would have to move again soon, stay out of sight and out of mind, but things had been more dangerous as of late. Since they were found out at their parents' old cottage down South, they had been on the run and with the threat of Snatchers increasing, Emily knew that her first and only priority now was to keep her sister safe. The girl with grey-green eyes scanned the area as she picked up a few more sticks and headed back to their small camp. The magical tent had been their home for the last few months... Since Dumbledore had died. He had been one of the few who knew of the sisters and their power... How coveted they were by the dark lord who hadn't been able to place a name to them until after Dumbledore was killed. Emily could remember the funeral too, she and Evangeline were rather out of place... The two hadn't attended Hogwarts, nor had they attended regular magical school because their parents had wanted to keep their daughters' secrets just that. Secrets. Then they both began working for the Ministry, and then Emily was found out.

Evan, being the great witch she was, had obliviated a few of them and they fled, but one had still known, and Emily and Evan's names became known to the Dark Lord. Emily shook her head a bit, looking to the small stream just before them and she looked about as the sun began sinking lower on the horizon. She looked around. "I'm back, Evan." she announced, placing a few of the larger logs on the fire and stoking it a bit. She walked into the tent, whose flaps had been pinned open, and found her sister easily. "I'm back, we should be alright here for a while. Not worry about the enchantments for a while. We've got enough cover from the forest thickets and the animals should ward off anyone else stupid enough to come this far into the forest." she informed her sister as a cold breeze flew into the tent and Emily picked up her jacket and put it on.

"I'm going to try to catch us some dinner." she told her sister, placing a chaste kiss to the part of her sister's hair as she headed out, her wand in hand. The breeze outside was nice, but autumn having fully set in meant mild days and cool nights, that would not be a good thing to weather in a tent for a few months, and shortly after autumn would come winter, but Emily knew how necessary that the running was. If they didn't, they would get caught and Emily would not have Death Eaters anywhere near her sister. Nor snatchers. She had made that clear on the last batch that had no idea just how okay Emily was with the unforgivable curses. Very okay with them.

With a sigh, Emily transfigured a nearby stick into a fishing pole and she casted out. Even one fish would be enough, that meant that Evan could eat and Emily would be able to take some more time to catch herself something. If this spot would have been more permanent, she would have put out a fishing net, it would have been the smarter thing, but Emily knew that they wouldn't be here long at all. She closed her eyes, waiting for a bite and across the small stream to see a pale figure standing there. His hair was coarse and his lips blue and he approached over the water and Emily just closed her eyes. "You're not there. You're not there." she whispered her small mantra, but she could still hear it.

"Why?" It whispered, but a loud crunch caused Emily to snap out of her small trance and she opened her eyes to find the spirit gone, and she dropped her transfigured fishing pole and stood up, looking around. She held her wand at the ready and her eyes studied the forested area where the crunch had come from.

"I know you're out there, and if you know any better you will turn around and leave now." she warned. Emily was in no mood for this.

-&-

Three weeks. By the count of the ginger haired twins, it had been three weeks since they had been home and in a comfortable bed. Three weeks since they had their mother's home cooking, and three weeks since they had been able to take a proper bath. Three weeks. It was probably like no time for others who had been on the run, but they weren't on the run. No. Fred and George Weasley were searching for a pair of girls with their elder brother Charlie. And right now they were very glad that it was Charlie they were sent with because the forest that had been tipped off to was infested with all sorts of creatures Charlie knew about. Sure, their brother was a dragonologist, but he knew about all animals in the same fashion. Dragons were just his area of expertise. Still, for three weeks these two girls had been in their clutches and just barely slipped away each time. In fact three days ago they had spotted the pair apparating just after they found three snatchers on the ground, barely conscious, after being victims to the Cruciatus curse. Emily and Evangeline Frost. A very elusive set of sisters.

"What do you think they're like?" George wondered aloud as the trio set off further into the forest as it began to darken.

"No clue. The file does have quite a bit to tell though. Why would Dumbledore leave us this task though? And why the three of us?" Fred countered. It was no lie that the trio were exhausted and almost dejected, but the twins had a good feeling about this encounter. This one could be the one. The one where they were able to bring the girls back to the Burrow, the designated safe house, and allow them all to rest and help out as they figured out a way to convince them to help the Order and their cause in the war.

George spoke again. "Still, you have to wonder. And why wouldn't we be left pictures?"

Fred shrugged. "No idea, Georgie, but let's hope that this isn't just another dead end." he reminded and George nodded as they all continued on. Fred brought up his wand as the sky continued to darken the forest around them. "Lumos." he whispered and the tip of his wand lit up just as George's did. "Charlie, what do you make of that bit of light up ahead?"

Just as they continued on, George stepped one something and a loud crunch was made and when Fred looked down, he saw a pile of sticks. It was purposeful looking almost and the voice was enough to cause him to jump. That was a warning, but Fred called out. "We don't mean harm!" George smacked him a bit, and soon they heard something else.

"Come forward, not too fast, and have your wands where I can see them." the voice beckoned and Fred and George followed instructions, and when they stopped they were in the presence of a blond woman in a clearly dirty jacket and set of clothes with dirt over her face and hands with her hair up in a dirty ponytail. "Who are you?"

She waved her wand and Fred and George looked at her, but when they went to lower their wands a wand was placed at George's throat. He gulped audibly and Fred spoke again. "We don't mean you any harm. I'm Fred Weasley. That's my twin George, and this is our older brother Charlie. We're with the Order of the Phoenix."

The blonde woman stepped back a bit and kept her wand up. "We'll see. Evan!" she called and Fred looked to George. For a moment things were quiet, but the woman spoke again. "What happened to your ear?"

"A bit of a bad run-in with an ill-aimed curse. Well, well aimed in my view." George joked and the woman rolled her eyes, and she flicked her wand and George fell to the ground, petrified and when Fred when to move the woman shook her head and aimed her wand at him.

"Calm down. He's just petrified. I want to know if you are who you say you are." she commented.

[Hope this is alright.]

[Remington]

It wasn't easy, but it was necessary and she knew that. Evangeline would do anything she could to keep her sister safe, and as soon as she had been discovered there had been absolutely no debate about it. She simply dismissed her plans, leaving her internship at the ministry to become an Obliviator and went into hiding with her sister. She would do whatever was required to stay safe and keep her sister close. It had been just the two of them for so long that she certainly wasn't about to let it change at that moment, not when the world was going to hell and snatchers were sent after them for these abilities they had... Dumbledore had called them gifts but Evan just saw them as a curse. It's made them different and coveted by the dark lord... Even if their abilities could be used for something good, she wanted to normal, to live a normal life like everyone else.

The woods weren't exactly Evan's favorite place, but she tried to make the best of it because it meant that she got to keep Emily close and they were both safe. There were always bugs and creatures about that scared her, even if Emily seemed to understand them and kept them at bay. She had done her best to make the magical tent as comfortable as possible, but it was difficult because they had to keep moving about. They had almost been spotted by a group of three men in the place they were camped before- but they managed to escape by the hair of their teeth. She knew they would probably have to move in the morning and the thought made her groan aloud before her sister slipped into the tent.

"Yeah? I'm sure were going to have to move in the morning though. Those snatchers or whoever they were got far too close for my liking the other day." The strawberry blonde said as she sat up in the chair she had been slouched in reading a book about cloaking charms. Her hair had long since lost its maintainability, the curls wild and knotted and tinged with dirt. She simply nodded at her sisters words about getting dinner before sliding back down in the chair and pulling the blanket she had draped around her shoulders more tightly to her body as her eyes scanned the page. She was small, just over 5 foot and so she seemed to disappear into the overstuffed cushions.

Charlie hadn't been paying much attention to the back and forth banter between his little brothers. He was trying to focus. Was anything out of place here? Sticks broken, strange footprints in the dirt? Charlie had always had such a strange connection with nature, and it had certainly come to his advantage on this assignment they had been sent off by request of Dumbledore after his death. These girls were apparently important to him, and important to the cause. So he would do whatever he could to bring these girls back to the burrow and help to convince them to work with the order. They weren't informed of much, he had no idea what was so special about them, but he knew it had to be big.

As uncomfortable as his brothers were with their situation over the past few weeks, Charlie felt right at home among the dense trees and fierce animals. His brother finally caught his attention at the mention of a light in the distance. He was sure that the scent of smoke had invaded his senses a while back and so it only made sense that there was a fire in the distance. They were close again, and this time they couldn't blow it. He had just been about to tell the twins to be careful and quiet when George had stepped on a stick. He cursed internally, pausing for a moment to see if they had alarmed anyone and of course they had.

The blonde was on them almost immediately, and he narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, simply trying to figure out how to go about convincing her that they were truly with the order and not snatchers. He held his wand up and kept it there as he brother foolishly spoke. He knew better... This girl reminded him of something feral, something wild they were cornering in the woods and he knew better than to try and tame a wild animal right from the start. He visibly stiffened as the girls wand pointed directly to his brothers throat. He was well aware of how vicious she could be, the proof being in the dead snatchers they had found and rightfully so being alone in the woods.

"He's telling the truth." Charlie interjected, hoping she would back off from his brother as he stepped forward slightly, still keeping his wand visible. Then suddenly his little brother was on the ground, and it felt like all the air had been sucked from his chest until he was informed that he was just petrified. "I know you're just trying to be safe here, but there was no need for that. We truly are with the order."

Evan heard her sisters voice calling for her and the frantic tone in it caused her to jump from her chair, book falling to the floor as she bolted out the door. The last time she had heard her yell for her like that had been when snatchers had infiltrated their cloaking system. She was surprised, however when she walked out of the tent and saw three men, one laying on the ground motionless and the other two visibly shaken. "What the hell is going on?" She asked in confusion as she looked between them all.

It didn't take her long to figure out what her sister wanted and without saying anything Evan walked up to the two men who were still on their feet. She prayed to Merlin it would work as she shifted uncomfortably while looking at them. "Just stay really still okay? This won't hurt.." She said quietly before reaching out and touching both of their arms. Immediately she was flooded with memories... Happy memories of their family and being with the order, the joke shop and dragons, Hogwarts and then Dumbledore. A small gasp escaped her lips as she stepped backward, releasing their arms. It had been so long since she had seen Dumbledore in anyone's memories that it made her eyes water in sadness for a moment.

"That ones Charlie. He does something with dragons... That's Fred, the one on the ground is George. They own a joke shop and they are with the order... " she said quietly as she stepped back toward her sister and looped her arm through hers before burying her face in her jacket sleeve. It was tiring experiencing all of that and her sadness over Dumbledore was hard to contain.

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Emily's eyes narrowed to Charlie when he spoke. "Need or no, I did it, so shut your mouth." she hissed, and she watched her sister walk over tot he two on their feet and when they checked out, her wand flicked to the one on the ground and he stood up and looked at her as she lowered her wand. "I'm sorry, Evan." she whispered to her sister, bringing her hand over her sister's hair, and Emily looked around a moment. "What are the three of you doing here? I'm not going to give you long to explain yourselves, but if Evan here says you check out, then it's good enough for me. Don't expect me to be pleasant though." she warned them again, and she kept her sister close to her. Emily was about 5'6" compared to her small sister, and she was the hardened of the two, but if anyone understood what she saw, they would know why.

Fred practically ran over to George and he checked on his twin, looking to the two girls. They looked worn too. Very much on the brink, on edge. "Charlie, it's alright." George spoke. "No harm done." he said, rubbing his back, and soon Fred spoke again.

"We were sent to find you guys. To help you out. Dumbledore... He left something about the two of you and how you two would need help." Fred somewhat lied and the name seemed to cause the older woman to bring her sister close to her, and she nodded.

"Come sit by the fire then." she said to them, her face stolid as she walked with her sister to the fire and let her sit down before heading into the tent and gathering up her sister's book and a blanket. She handed them to her sister and Fred watched intently. His gaze moved to George who looked over them as well. That was odd. "Come on then." she urged them. "I have to put up protective enchantments now." she told them and Fred and George quickly moved towards the fire and looked over the younger woman.

Emily had went around putting up the enchantments and when she was satisfied with them, she joined them near the fire. "My name is Emily, and this is my sister Evan. If Dumbledore left you with something about us, I'd like to know what." she said, and soon Fred looked at her and he dug into his rucksack and when he pulled out a file she snatched it out of his hand and read it over.

"Rude much?" George breathed under his breath.

"Rude isn't the word I would use personally. Paranoid might be better suited." Emily commented and George looked to Fred and as she read it over she sighed. They didn't know their powers exactly. Good. "Been on the run for a while now. I don't openly trust anyone. Nor am I kind to anyone who dare threaten us, if you weren't aware."

"Oh, we're aware. Bloody scary whatever you did to those snatchers a few days back. Too bad they weren't Greyback." Fred said.

"Well, whatever I did isn't as forgivable as other things, but it was necessary." Emily commented, sitting down. "But you still haven't necessarily answered me. What are you doing here? I understand that Dumbledore sent you to find us, to help us. He was good for that after he met us, but it doesn't completely explain why three of you are out here in snatcher, creature, and trap infested forest." she brought her jacket closer around her arms, her wand still in hand.

George spoke this time. "Well, since Dumbledore has... well... you know... The Order wants to help you. Give you a place to stay for a while, and we can take you there soon. We're here because our brother over here picked up on your trail." he said, jabbing his thumb over in Charlie's direction. "Besides, no offense, but the two of you look like you could use a nice hot shower... Maybe some food too."

At that last bit Fred's stomach growled and George laughed a bit, and Emily rolled her eyes before looking to Evan. She had said they were with the Order. She had cleared these three, and for her sister, Emily would do anything. She stood up, and sighed. She walked over to the edge of the enchantments she had placed up. If they were offering them safety, they could use it for a while. They could definitely use the relaxation, Emily knew it was what was fueling her ability more, and as she looked across the stream she saw a pale figure, it was the same as the other spirits she had seen.

"They are coming." it warned her and she watched it, intently as it flew off and she spotted figures in the distances and she quickly turned her wand on the fire and flicked her wand to the tent, watching as it flew into her bag and she picked it up and slung it over her back, her eyes watching the distance.

Fred and George looked to Evan the moment that Emily began ignoring them and when the fire went out they stood. "What's going on?" they whispered and they were hushed almost immediately.

"You smell that?" a masculine voice came, and it stood on the other side of the enchantments, directly in front of Emily, and Fred and George scrambled to their feet. That was Greyback.

"Yeah, I smell fire. What the hell is a fishing rod doing over there?" Greyback asked, smelling at the enchantments and Emily's wand moved to a more ready position.

"Alright, well, looks like time's up, isn't it. You two, get Evan out of here. I don't want her getting hurt in case they find the enchantments again." Emily said to the twins, and they looked at her for a moment. "Now." she demanded and Fred and George nodded, quickly grabbing onto Evan's arm and disapparating and apparating in front of the Burrow.

"Don't worry, love. Charlie will get your sister back here in one piece." George smiled, and Fred nodded.

"Charlie's strong, and your sister's strong too." Fred said, reassuringly.

[Sorry this is a bit all over the place.]

[Remington]

Evan understood why her sister was so cold, why she was so mistrusting of everyone and everything. Though she didn't have anywhere near the same abilities, they knew what one another experienced and how it effected them. When her sister apologized, she simply shook her head and looked up at her sadly at the mention of Dumbledore's name. He had been the only one to show them kindness after their parents had passed away, and it was still a soft spot that he was gone. It was a reason that Evan didn't exactly like to get close to anyone and let them into their lives. Her powers made it so much harder to be separated from them, the more times she shared memories with them and read them, the more she connected with them and cared about them. She had never understood why Dumbledore wouldn't let her touch him in the weeks prior to his death, until he had died. He had known all along and she was sure of it. She was definitely the softer of the two, Emily having always taken care of her after their parents died, and though she wasn't childlike in an annoying way, she still had many childish qualities that were hard to force away. For instance, had she been outside when these three men approached, she probably would have had a simple conversation with them about who they were and with her luck they would have been snatchers. She was too trusting and forgiving, gullible in ways that Emily was not.

Charlie watched as the two interacted, as the older one obviously took care of the younger, and a small smile played on his lips. As odd as it was, it seemed to make sense to him but only because of his training with animals. He moved in toward the fire to let Emily put up her protective enchantments and give the twins some time to sit down and relax if only for a bit before they tried and convince them to accompany them to the burrow. George's words caused a harsh glare from Charlie. "George!" he breathed before Emily had the chance to reply to him, and he was thankful she didn't seem that offended by it.

As he let the three interact, he found himself wanting to cover his brothers mouth more and more. "George!" He said again when he had mentioned they looked like they needed a shower, and sudddenly he felt far too much like his mother, constantly trying to keep the boys under control. He covered his face with his palm for a moment and took a deep breath. "Just because you say 'no offense' doesn't mean they aren't going to take it offensively, you know." he started as he glared daggers at his brother before turning back to the older sister.

Fred's stomach growling and George's chuckling caused Evan to giggle, and she covered her mouth to try and stifle the sound. It had been so long since she had been able to laugh, everything had been so serious between her and Emily.

Evan obviously wasn't going to be difficult to convince to tag along, but Emily might take just a bit of work. "It might be nice to relax a bit though, not have to look over your shoulder for snatchers every second. You will be perfectly safe in our home, be able to rest up, and if you decide you don't want to help the order and want to make a go of running again no one will stop you." He promised her as he watched her stand up and walk toward the edge of the enchantments shrouding them in darkness. Something was off, it was as if she was looking at something that the others couldn't see and it caused him to cock his head at a curious angle as his eyes followed her. As she spun around and magicked their tent back into her bag, he was relieved at first until he heard footsteps in the distance and his eyes shot in the direction he had picked them up. The voices ringing out through the woods were easy to identify as death eaters and he was quickly on his feet and standing next to the older girl. She was right to have the twins take her away from there, in case something went wrong, but he wanted to get her out of there as soon as possible. There was no point in hanging around if they could get away without and bloodshed.

Before Evan even had a chance to open her mouth she felt two hands gripping onto her arms and then suddenly she was at a cozy cottage...if you could call it that, and her sister was no where in sight. She frantically looked around for a moment, not that she felt like she was in danger but this was the first time she had really been far away from Emily. Even in the ministry she was within the same building, but now they were god knew how far away from each other. Despite the twins reassurances, she still felt an ache in her chest from worry about her sister and she simply nodded up at them, clutching the blanket and book that had been handed to her tightly to her body. "I know. I just don't like her being so far away. I can't feel that shes safe then..."

Within moments, a plump ginger woman had walked outside to greet them in excitement, obviously glad to have her sons home. She glanced up at them for a split second as she realized that only one of the girls was with them and Charlie wasn't there, but instead of panicking the girl who's eyes were still wide with worry she decided to take a different route to try and soothe her. Her appearance was obviously a bit tattered from her time in the forest and so she took that opportunity to open a door with her. "Hello sweet. What do you say we get you a nice shower and then we can work on brushing out your hair?" she said as her hand moved up to the messy tangled curls on top of her head and Evan simply nodded with a smile to the woman's words as she led her inside and started to talk about pleasant things.

Charlie made sure to stay close to Emily as the death eaters got closer and closer, soon they were only a few inches away and her enchantments seemed to be holding strong. "I know I smell fire." One of them said, sniffing wildly at the air as he looked down at the ground in front of him for any remnants of a blaze. "Them girls got to be close now. The dark lord is really going to like getting his hands on the one. Whats she do? Somethin' with the dead right? Innit somethin'?" He said as he grinned at the few other people with him.

Charlie looked down at her curiously, understanding that it was her they were speaking of. Instead of making any noise, he silently stepped closer to her so that their bodies were touching. If he needed to, he would make the decision to apparate them out of there as soon as possible. He had watched her put up a sound proofing spell, but he hadn't thought to tell her about the smell of the fire. It was what had led him to them in the first place. He didn't think Emily would be as co-operative about apparating without her permission. "We need to leave now. Get somewhere safe. Are you ready to go?"

[BeautifullyxMad]

Emily's mind was more at ease for the moment. Evan was out of harm's way, and out of her line of sight. That meant that if Emily felt threatened enough she could use any spell in her arsenal without worrying about the repercussions. Charlie had moved closer to her, she felt her, but all she could do was watch the Death Eaters and Greyback. He was face to face with her, and had he gotten any closer she would have not even thought twice about putting him under the imperious curse, but for now she couldn't. There were too many prying eyes, but she didn't want to leave them without something.

They spoke about her. She knew it and her head dropped slightly, and she closed her eyes and shook her head a bit before Charlie spoke to her. He would take her back to her sister and she knew it. "One thing first." she whispered to him, and she held her wand out in front of her and she took a deep breath. "Bombarda Maxima." she whispered watching the loud explosion blow the Death Eaters fly backwards and she nodded. "Now." she told him, and once they landed outside of the cozy looking home, she let out a long breath. She quickly moved away from Charlie, and when she noticed they were alone, she turned her attention back to him.

"Don't mind what those idiots said. They have no idea what they're talking about." she told him, her eyes looking to the ground and then to her wand as she pocketed it and soon she saw the familiar faces of Fred and George. Good that meant Evan was here. "And about helping the Order. I won't make any promises about how well I work with others, but you have mine. Anything to keep those damned fools away from my sister... Anything to keep her safe." she said, walking towards the entrance and the moment she saw Evan, she dropped her bag and ran over and brought her sister into her arms and closed her eyes, giving her sister a slight smile. "You're safe." she whispered to herself, running her hand over her sister's knotted curls.

"Oh?" a woman's voice spoke, and Emily felt a little startled and she turned to the woman who smiled. "Hello dear. I'm Molly Weasley, what are your names, darlings? I fear I'm not good with names unless I have a face to place them to." she said with a warm smile, and Emily nodded before looking down to Evan. She knew that Evan would tell her the woman checked out with little thought. Her sister was trusting like that, but Emily remembered seeing this woman in a photograph somewhere, and soon another male came in.

"Molly, what's going- Emily Frost?" the male voice asked, and Emily turned, moving away from her sister and she was the father of the Weasley family.

"I am." she spoke, hesitantly.

"You used to work in the Ministry. A few of the officials in the Department of Mysteries used to brag on how well you did... well... whatever it was you unspeakables do." he said, and that subject caused Emily to click her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

"Now they have no idea who I am." she mumbled. "I've long since left the Ministry..."

"Arthur, Arthur Weasley." he introduced himself and Emily suddenly felt very small. She was not built for social interaction, and she soon backed away from the group of people and closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that there was nothing wrong with these people.

Molly soon cleared her throat. "I think it's best we give them a few moments. To gather their bearings. I'll go draw you a nice hot bath." Molly smiled to Evan before she hugged her boys and disappeared to the bathroom and soon Arthur sat down in the kitchen and looked to Emily.

"How long have the two of you been running? I didn't think you were muggle borns." he commented and Emily shook her head.

"We're not. Half-Blood. Our father was muggle born, but a wonderful wizard. You can say I've rubbed a few Death eaters the wrong way... Well the ones who survived." she said the last little bit to herself, moving closer to Evan and placing a kiss to her sister's head. "Go find Mrs. Weasley. My bag's over there if you need to rummage for your clothes." she whispered to her sister before she uneasily sat at the table and a cup of tea was levitated before her, but Emily quickly got up and washed the dirt from her hands and she picked up the cuppa, and Arthur looked to her.

"How long have the two of you been running?" he asked and Emily thought a moment. Arthur checked out with her because she could remember his brief trips down to the Department of Mysteries. One of the few people who had seen her before she had hardened entirely.

"A few months now. Your boys," Emily nodded over to Fred and George and then to Charlie, "Gave me a scare earlier. Greyback and a few others have been tailing my sister and I for a while. A few days back I-"

"She bloody gave them a reason to turn back!" Fred interjected and Emily rolled her eyes before she found her gaze fixating to one of the windows.

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Fred and George looked to the smaller form between them when she spoke. Charlie had stayed behind with her sister, and as little as Evan would know about their brother, they knew that Charlie was a good wizard to be stuck in the woods with. He'd keep her safe and get her there when he got a chance to, and when their mother came out they noticed her panic at first but how she quickly went full mother hen to the girl. "Evan, mum." Fred and George spoke in union. "Her name's Evan." they told her, and as they headed inside and watched their mother make a pot of tea, they listened outside.

"Evan, it's perfectly alright to worry about your sister." Fred began. "I worry about Georgie here all the time. This bloke got his ear blown off." he was just trying to lighten the mood. "First time he and I had been separated in such a high danger time, so needless to say I was worried, but things worked out for us." he tried to cheer her up and soon his mother shot him a look and George sat on her other side.

"Don't listen to Freddie, he's just trying to make himself out to be a worrier. Though I worry about him too," George began. "If it weren't for me, he would have been mauled by a pack of ravenous girls at school." he laughed a bit and soon Fred felt his stomach rumble again, and Molly sighed.

"I'll get to work on dinner after I help get this lovely girl into a nice hot bath and help her with her hair." she said, "You look about the size of my daughter, so you can borrow some of her clothes for now." she smiled to her and when another crack came from outside, Fred and George hopped up and looked outside to see Charlie and Emily there and they waved them inside.

"Charlie and your sister are back." they announced, more to Evan, and Molly let out a long breath and smiled. When Emily ran over to her sister, Fred and George couldn't help but to blink in disbelief. Where was the Hippogriff like woman they met in the forest. Now she was like a kitten, so soft and warm, but it quickly left when their father came in. He knew her.

"You know her?" they asked in union, but the two were ignoring them and soon their mother headed out and when their father continued to ask questions, they sat at the table and soon Fred made his comment and Arthur looked to his sons.

"I'm so sorry for that." he apologized.

Emily sighed and looked over to them. "I sort of deserve it, I suppose. I'm not pleasant. Become paranoid with all the running. I petrified one of them when they stumbled across us."

"Not pleasant at all." George commented, and he made himself a cuppa and took a long sip and when Molly came back and sat down, he smiled to his mother.

"I hope that you all don't mind some soup. With the weather I think it will be the best." Molly commented and Fred and George smiled, looking to Emily. Perhaps she would calm down now.

"Mum's food is the best." they gloated.

"Her dumplings." Fred began listing.

"Her soups."

"Her salads."

"Her pies."

"Her food in general really." they chimed as their stomachs growled.

Emily shook her head a bit and took a sip of her tea and they narrowed their eyes before looking to Charlie. "Charlie, we're recruiting you!" Fred exclaimed.

George nodded. "You're going to help us get that one to laugh! Her sister will, but this one, no." he said and Molly looked at them.

"Manners." she scolded.

"It's alright, Mrs. Weasley." Emily said, and she stood up, with her cup. "I'm going to sit outside for a few moments." she said, and she walked out and when she left the room, Molly looked at her sons they pointed at each other.

"Remember that we aren't supposed to offend them, boys." she reminded. "Dumbledore knew them, and knew they were special. We'll need their help." she reminded them and they sighed.

"Yes, mum." they sighed in union.

[Remington]

Evan's eyes lit up at the words that her sister had returned, and she was quick to throw her arms around her and squeeze her tightly. It was hard for other people to really understand their bond, because other people didn't have to go through what they did in life. They had been through so much together, more than any siblings should, and so they were closer than even the most tight knit of families. Evan had a way of melting Emily, bringing her back to her less hardened and cold self, what she had been like when they were younger. She was always loving and kind with Evan. She leaned into her sisters kiss before nodding and standing up to grab her sisters bag to start digging through her clothes. They were all dirty from their time in the woods and she sighed heavily as she pulled them out and looked them over. She quickly jumped at the chance to have some clean clothes and she bobbed off to the bathroom to get washed up.

The way she interacted with her sister struck a cord with Charlie, and he watched them curiously before his father started to converse with her about her time at the ministry. He had been informed that they were both working for the ministry before they had to run, both rather skilled witches and it was evident that Emily was powerful indeed. Her show tonight as she blasted away the death eaters before he brought them both to the burrow had been enough to prove that. Her magic was strong and potent, and it would be a rather fine addition to the order even without whatever special ability she had. The death eaters words about her working with the dead had him wondering, and though she had been quick to dismiss what they were saying, he could easily sense an uneasiness about her when she did. She had obviously been lying, but he wouldn't press that now.

She was starting to remind him of a wild animal trapped in a corner again as his brothers teased her and his father spoke with her and he shot a look at them just as his mother started to scold them and Emily got up to excuse herself to get some fresh air. Charlie was generally humorous and fun to be around,and he loved his little brothers banter on any other occasion, but not when it came to these two girls. They had to do whatever they could in order to get the older one to agree to join the order and keep them both safe. He pulled a hand through his shaggy hair and started to think about the best way to go about keeping them at the burrow.

"You both need to cool it a bit. I know you're trying to lighten the mood and make them both feel welcome, but you're doing the opposite with Emily. The way to get to her heart is through her little sister, so how about you focus on that instead? Make her happy, make her want to stay, make her laugh. If you keep Evan happy, its going to make Emily happy... and then maybe she will relax and loosen up a bit." He suggested before standing up and pushing in his chair. He knew how silly it sounded, but he was almost positive that it would help her to feel more relaxed if her sister was content. It seemed that it was what was truly important to her. He excused himself from the kitchen and went outside to check on Emily and make sure she was alright.

He stepped out into the cool night air and spotted her not far from the house, and so he approached her slowly and cautiously, not wanting to spook her. "Sorry about them. The twins just love to see people laugh... after you're around them a bit you'll understand." he said quietly with a small shrug. He was so used to his little brothers and the jokes and pranks they pulled that it would have been unnatural for them to act any differently. "You alright? Anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"


It wasn't long at all before Evan made her way back down into the kitchen in a pair of Ginny's old pajama pants and a tank top. Her curls had been slightly tamed from the water and she was tugging at them slightly with her fingers, trying to dislodge the mess on her head so that whoever decided to take on the task of trying to brush the knots out would have less work to do. It wasn't long before Molly had placed her in a seat in the living room and had gone about brushing her hair, something she had always enjoyed doing for her only daughter, and now that there were two other young girls in the house she was going to take advantage of it as long as she could.

(Its short, I apologize. Again with the stupid phone. -.- )

[BeautifullyxMad]

Fred and George looked at their brother oddly. He spoke about the older Frost girl like she was an animal, and oddly enough that wasn't something he normally did with humans. They sighed. "Alright, alright. We'll do it your way." they rolled their eyes and they watched as Charlie headed out, and they looked to the soup boiling on the stove. It smelled delicious. They then looked to their father who was busy reading a muggle newspaper, and soon Evan was out of the shower and sitting in a seat where their mum was pulling through the girl's matted hair, furiously. They soon joined them in the other room and smiled.

"See mum is brushing your hair. Don't let her go at it with the scissors." Fred began and George smiled a bit.

"No kidding. Our older brother Bill ran from her for two hours before his wedding so she wouldn't cut his hair." George continued.

"It was hilarious watching the two run around, mum's scissors zooming after them. Almost got stabbed we did." Fred went on and Molly looked to them.

"Get cleaned up, dinner will be ready soon." she scolded before she looked to Evan. "Sorry about them dear. Their stories are quite fun to watch, but I did not chase my son around the house with enchanted scissors. I just kept telling him he needed to cut his hair. I see why he didn't now. His hair is so pretty now." she chuckled a bit as Fred and George headed up to their room and pulled on some pajamas and walked into the bathroom and washed their hands and faces. "Arthur." they heard when they headed back down. "Go tell Emily she can take a shower. I'll have her some clothes for when she comes out."

"Yes dear." Arthur smiled before walking to the door and Fred and George soon plopped back down in front of Evan as their mother did her hair.

"Oh, we need to tell her about Ronald!" Fred suggested.

"Ah, Ronald, our younger brother. Terrified of spiders you know." George said, and Molly sighed.

"Oh dear." Molly said.

"So, one day, Goergie and I here hatched a plan, totally my idea." Fred went on and George shot him a glare.

"My idea, anyway, we enchanted this big old hairy spider toy that we had made our first year at Hogwarts and oh did Ron squeal." George laughed and Fred nodded.

"My idea. Oh, you would have swore he was a girl." Fred agreed and George shot him a glare.

"It was my idea, Freddie. All the good ones are my idea." George retorted.

"My idea, everyone knows the good ones are mine." Fred argued and soon the two were pinching and poking at each other.

"Enough!" Molly bellowed, and she noticed Emily coming inside. "Go on up dear, I'll have some fresh clothes for you when you get out. Your sister's hair is a tangled mess. There's a robe in there now though, feel free to put that on when you'er finished with the shower. I'll take your clothes and wash them in the morning." she smiled.

Emily nodded and thanked Mrs. Weasley before heading back into the bathroom.

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Emily was glad to be outside, her cup of tea still in hand and she sipped the hot liquid. It felt odd to be able to relax, even if just a little, and as she looked out into the field she noted a single thestral in the field and a small smile came over her face as she watched it before it took off. Charlie's voice came into her ears and the smile immediately left her face and she looked to him as he spoke. "It's alright. I don't get offended easily." she assured him before she looked back out there. "I am sorry for petrifying your brother, but I've been so used to everyone trying to hurt us, I react without much thought." she admitted and soon she could hear something inside and when she looked back out into the field she saw a young boy. He was a spirit.

Those broke her heart the most. Children spirits. They usually had died by accident, but this one approached her and took her hand and she looked down to him. She was snapped from it when Arthur came out. "Emily, Molly says you can get in the shower."

"Thank you." she nodded before she took hold of her tea cup in both hands and placed it on the table before Molly spoke to her. She thanked Molly and headed into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She left her wand near the shower, just in case, and she stripped off her dirty clothes and took her hair out of it's ponytail and got into the shower. Everything in it was nice and she watched the dirt as it came off of her body. It was odd to see so much dirt in one place, but she sighed and basked in the hot water, scrubbing her hair and body until she felt clean and when she got out of the shower, she wrapped her hair in a towel and she pulled on the robe.

When she opened the door she saw Arthur there, his left hand covering his eyes. "Molly sent me with these. You're a bit taller than our daughter, so here are some of Charlie's old clothes. They should fit you." he said, and she took them and when she closed the door she put on the large t-shirt and the pajama pants were a little loose fitting as well and when she came out, running her fingers through her now platinum strands of hair, she noticed a few sets of eyes on her. She sat down near her sister and sighed. She knew she hadn't looked the best, but she looked at who was eyeing her. It was Molly. "Come here, Emily. I'll comb your hair out too." she smiled. "Just got to check on the soup."

"It's alright. I'll comb it out myself." she assured her. "Thank you for everything though. You remind me of..." her sentence fell short though. She hadn't spoke of her parents in a long time, but they always came as a warning. In the forest it was her father... A few days back it had been their mother... And now she saw nothing. No warning... Maybe here was safe. She shook her head and picked up the brush and began running it through her hair, her hair, as it dried, taking on it's natural waves.

[Remington]

The twins had a way of making Evan giggle already, and she didn't bother to stifle the noise since she finally felt safe and secure in the burrow. The family was so warm and friendly, obviously caring deeply for one another. The two bickering back and forth about who's idea it was made Evan laugh and cover her face. She could have easily touched both of them and settled the little playful argument, but it was too much fun to watch them and Molly's parental reaction to them as well. She tired her best to stay still as Molly combed out her hair, but the twin's antics were already making her jittery. It was so carefree and happy, so playful and exciting and she didn't exactly know what to do with herself. She had always been the less serious one, but the last few months she had found herself slowly laughing less and less until it pretty much stopped completely.

Charlie had been passing through as Emily came in to go and take a shower when he caught on to what they were talking about. A small smile spread across his lips as he fondly remembered the occassion. The twins couldn't have been more than 6 or 7. They shouldn't of known how to even do that, but they were very clever boys and though they weren't book smart like some, their magic was amazing. Even though his mother hadn't been on board with them to open the joke shop, he had always known that they would be successful no matter what they set their mind to do. They would have never been cut out for the ministry or working for someone else, and dragons would have charred them to a crisp since they didn't exactly follow rules and directions. "What the twins fail to tell you is that they were only 6 or 7 when they did that. Bloody brilliant kids, always were." He said with a wink to his brothers before disappearing up the steps to the room he and Bill had shared when they were kids to go and get washed up for dinner.

"No matter who's idea it was, it was brilliant." Evan assured them as she watched her sister walk off to the shower. She was hoping that she would really take this time to relax and recoup-orate. Her abilities were becoming stronger and stronger and harder to deal with and it was visibly wearing her down. When she came back from the shower and sat down next to her, Evan leaned against her slightly as she was brushing her hair. She had known what she was going to say to Molly, and it made her entire body stiffen for a moment. They hadn't talked about their parents in so long that it was strange to even be bringing them up. Once Emily had finished brushing out her hair, Evan found herself reaching up and twirling it around her fingers as she got more comfortable in the burrow.

Footsteps coming down the stairs signaled that Charlie was finished getting ready and he appeared at the bottom of them in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. It showed some of the tattoos on his arm, much to his mothers dismay and he was sure he would be getting an ear full as several bowls of soup levitated out to the den and in front of everyone. One of the things Charlie loved about being home was his mothers cooking, and he was quick to take the bowl that floated in front of him and start to eat.

Evan wasn't exactly shy about eating and quickly snatched up her bowl, glad to have something other than fish to eat. It had been so long since she had actually had a home-cooked meal and she started to eat immediately.

Molly soon came out of the kitchen with her own bowl and sat down, eyes falling on Charlie's tattoos and an audible sigh slipped out of her mouth. "Why on earth would you do that to yourself, Darling? Mark up your perfect self with something like that?"

His tattoos were nothing new and he was quite used to this conversation. Charlies body was assorted with various scars and marks from his time outdoors and work with dragons, his skin so freckled that it made him look tanned. The thought of him being perfect in any way was rather laughable to him. "Mum...I'm a dragon keeper. Almost all of us have tattoos. It's fine really."

But this of course simply sent Molly into a fit of motherly worry, warning the twins and even going as far as warning the girls that they shouldn't dare do that to themselves and they were all perfect the way they were and so on. This simply caused Evan to giggle and focus more on her food. When she had turned of age, the first thing she did was get a tattoo of her parents names twisted around a rose on her side, but she wouldn't dare mention that to Molly to give the woman a heart attack.