We're the Weasleys || Weasley Next Gen

Chapter 63- Cassiopeia's POV

I forgot what it was like to have Mum and Dad wake you up in the morning. I'm not a fan. As soon as the clock on my bedside table turned to 7 am, Mum and Dad started to sing.

"WAY UP IN THE SKY THE BIG BIRDIES FLY!" Mum shouts through the flat, banging on each of our doors.

"WAY DOWN IN THE NEST, THE LITTLE ONES REST!" Dad belts the words off-key and out of tune. I think he does it on purpose.

"WITH A WING ON THEIR LEFT AND A WING ON THEIR RIGHT! THE LITTLE BIRDS SLEEP ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!" Mum shouts again.

They take the next verse... can you even call it a verse? together. "shhh.... THE LITTLE BIRDIES ARE SLEEPING!"

My door bursts open and Mums standing in my doorway smiling. I groan and bury my head under my pillows. That doesn't stop either of them from finishing their song, "THE BRIGHT SUN COMES UP! THE DEW GOES AWAY!" I can hear Dad shouting in someone else's room.

Mum leaves my doorway and crosses the hall to Theo's room, "GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING THE LITTLE BIRDS SAY!" Mum sings loudly, "Let's go Weasleys! I need uniforms on and butts in chairs! It's going to be a long day!"

I groan loudly and pull the pillow off of my head. Working in the shop isn't the part that I'm worried about today. Freddie's girlfriend coming over with her parents is the source of my anxiety.

I do as I'm told even though I really don't want to, crawling out from under my sheets and making my bed before going into my closet to get my shop uniform out. It's the only time I wear colour honestly, the horrible purple that Dad and Uncle Fred chose when they first started the business. I wear a black dress shirt under my blazer and carry my dress shoes out of my room with me. I'm the first one out of my room and at the dining table. Mum and Dad are humming getting breakfast made, smiling at each other from across the kitchen every couple of minutes or so.

Once Dad notices that I'm at the table he clears his throat, "Cass, you're Mum and I were talking... we understand the desire that you may have to learn about the dark arts..." He starts.

I don't know why but anger starts to bubble up inside me, and all of it is for Ophelia. The fact that she told our parents what I told her in confidence. If I told them that she was planning on becoming an animagus she wouldn't speak to me for the rest of her life, but she thinks it's alright for her to tell them about me and my things?

"And we can blame genetics, or whatever for that desire, or we can just acknowledge that curiosity is a part of growing up." Mum continues, "As you know, I've practiced the dark arts for several years of my life, and I'm talented in the arts. Under no circumstances am I saying that I will teach you anything, but we can sit down and have a conversation about it all. Just you and me, and you can ask any and all questions you may have. I'll answer them all."

Mum turns from the oven and looks at me, waiting for me to respond. "I'm not interested in the dark arts. Like I told you, I got mad and threw some hexes around." I huff.

Mum puts the cinnamon buns that she's just pulled out of the oven onto the table, Dad comes around the corner with a big bowl of fruit salad. "Okay. But if you have questions about the whole mirror thing or the sudden lack of anger management, we can talk about that stuff too." Mum says to me before she shouts, "I have five children and four empty chairs! Let's go people!"

Dad kisses Mum's cheek, then kisses the top of my head before he sits down at the table. I take a cinnamon bun off of the platter and put it on my plate before taking a scoop of fruit salad and passing the bowl to Dad.