The Weasley Clan

                                    

                                          
Rose's POV
                          
     The definition of an awkward dinner: when a family sits at the table, not uttering a single word. No sound except for the clanking of forks and knifes on their plates as they ate.
                          
     This was the awkwardest of dinners.
                          
     The air was dead silent. Everyone was seated at a long table in the Burrow's backyard.  It has taken Molly all day to Create the special feast that was now laid in front of them, so it was really a pity that no one was eating anything.  
                          
     At all.
                          
     There was Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, Audrey, George, Angelina, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Teddy, Victoire, Dominique, Louis, Molly II, Lucy, Fred, Roxanne, James, Albus, and Hugo. They were all sitting in silence and staring at me. Or more specifically, at the person next to me.
                          
     Horror and panic swept over me like a tsunami.
                          
     This was a very bad idea.
                          
     After a solid five minutes of staring and no eating whatsoever, Hermione cleared her throat, drawing all attention, "So... tell us about yourself." She asked Scorpius, who pretty much looked like he wanted to die right then.
                          
     "Oh, um," he forced a nervous chuckle. "There isn't that much to tell."
                          
     "Oh, there is," Ron fumed, and I shouldn't have been surprised to hear the creeping anger in his voice. He was never very good at hiding his emotions. (We're alike in that sense.) "First of all, I'm curious to know how did your parents reacted when you told them you were dating our daughter. I can't quite imagine it."
                          
     Uh-oh.
                          
     From the corner of my eye I saw Scorpius's eye twitch but the rest of his face stayed unnaturally calm, "I haven't told them yet."
                          
     "Oh, I see. Well, I guess that's for the better... knowing them, they would probably die of shame."
                          
     "Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.
                          
     "Ron, that's enough," Harry said, turning to Scorpius. "Don't mind him. He's always living in the past, that bugger. It's an awful habit" Harry Potter was basically an older version of Albus.  He had dark ruffled hair, circular glasses framing green eyes and a familiar scar slashed across his forehead.
                          
     "I agree," Scorpius said, surprisingly calm. "My dad is the same.  He keeps thinking he's ruined the family name by doing... well, what he did. It's one of the reasons pushes me so hard in my studies."
                          
     There is a moment of surprise. Everyone could only stare in shock and awe at what Scorpius admitted. Which—I have to say, is preposterously rude!
                          
     Staring at one person like that, so clearly surprised that Scorpius's father may not be the devil? I could have hexed them, if I didn't want to break the fragile peace that seems to be starting to form.
                          
     "Fun fact. We knew your father when we were going to Hogwarts," Angelina revealed, an appreciated attempt at breaking the ice. She was a pretty woman with smooth dark skin, and rings of black curls hoisted into a tight ponytail. She was still one of the most renowned Women's Chasers in Wizarding Britain. "He was the, er... Quidditch Seeker of Slytherin. Correct?"
                          
     Scorpius nodded.
                          
     "Do you play Quidditch?"
                          
     He nodded again, "But I'm not a Seeker. I mean, I tried it once but I was never fast enough. And that Snitch makes them most irritating buzzing noise. Hate that sound."