Daisy's father said, and she herself agreed, that the Weasleys were one peculiar bunch.
They weren't as affluent, sociable, and affable as her other neighbours. They never came to the local kids' birthdays, they never invited the local kids to their...
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DAISY FLIPPED HER secret magic book open and beamed, feeling happy whenever she saw its contents.
She had glued on the letter of assurance she recieved last April, the one that contained all of her favorite people's handwritings. Then, on the next page, a cut out Daily Prophet's news titled MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE with a moving picture of nine Weasleys waving furiously at her, standing in front of a large pyramid.
It was accompanied by a set of stamps Ginny had bought for her and a letter from Bill, which included some magical Egyptian fun facts, a compliment on her baking skill (though cookies were the only edible things she could bake by herself), and some amusing events (apparently Fred and George tried to trap Percy inside a pyramid but failed).
Ah... Life was never boring with them around.
Daisy saw that there were only a few pages left in her book and made a mental note to buy a new one soon.
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August 1st, 1993
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"JANE!"
DAISY HURRIEDLY pat down her braid and her dress, making sure that she was presentable, then entered the sun room.
Mr. Allen was there, toying with his brand new Apple's Newton handheld computer while watching the news on TV, sipping hot tea, and soaking in the morning sunlight.
Ms. Aubert and a few other servants were standing straight only a couple feet away, ready to run over if they were called.
Daisy curtsied, "Good morning, Father."
"There you are, Jane, have a seat," Mr. Allen gestured towards one of the empty sofas.
