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.
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 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.