"So, all I have to do is walk on the edge?" Wren asked Stella over her shoulder.

"If you make it," Stella said nervously.

"Right, guess you'll be owing me Bev's sickles," Wren said. To this day, Wren did not know why she did this. It baffled everyone for the rest of her Hogwarts career and beyond. It had been incredibly stupid. 

It wasn't Fred. Perhaps, it would be better. Maybe Stella was right, the sensitive types had to be better. Right?

"Have you heard?" Stella asked her as Wren sat beside her that afternoon in the Great Hall. "It's the Weasley Twins' birthday."

"Oh?" Wren grunted. She tried not to care.

"Well, they've turned seventeen. They are of age now. Lee Jordan is throwing a party in Gryffindor. Tonight." Stella said.

"Right, just like that Rat Man you dreamed about last year?" Bev snickered. Wren elbowed Bev.

"He was real! I saw him! He was a rat and then he was a man! I told you to quit talking about it if you were only going to tease me." Tilly sniffled.

"Sure, we believed you. Didn't we Wren? Or when you dreamed that Professor Lupin was a werewolf?" Bev snorted.

"Just a moment!" Wren called and finished scrubbing her hands. She shook her hands dry and unlocked the door. Just as the lock clicked, the tiny door was thrown open and Fred pushed her back inside.

"What do you think you're doing!" she cried as he shut the door behind him and pushed her further in. Her back pressed up against the sink. "Fred! Get the hell out!" She shoved his back forward.

"I might've done something a bit rash," he gulped.

Fred shot up, still grumbling under his breath.

Wren struggled to stand, she'd never seen him like this. She always knew he had a temper, but this was something else entirely. "Fred, I'm sorry. I wasn't about to let you in on that, too. It was stupid.."

"Stupid? Stupid? Wren, you heard him talk about my family! What do you mean stupid? I could have, I should've.." He clenched both of his fists.

"Oh come on, don't worry about us. When should you ever worry about us?" Fred laughed.

"All of the time."

"Well, that's not very reassuring," Fred remarked.

"You've heard what happens to Ilvermorny students when they just use their magic all willy nilly."

"What happens?" Tilly fell to Bev's bait.

"The American Government is what happens. Anyway, do you think there are any male veela? Especially in America? I've heard weird things about that Bill Clinton..."

"My mum loves him," Tilly said. "It's the Catholic thing and all."

"Vodka? Pertinger, you shouldn't have!" he chortled. "Really, I mean it, you shouldn't have."

"It's because he can't handle it," Fred said in Wren's ear.

"You're absolutely correct. Well, forgive me if I'm too saucy later. But what's a housewarming if you can't get incorrigibly drunk in your own home?" Lee said cheekily to Tilly and Wren. "Right then, you have to catch up with the rest of us. This way ladies!"

"Where have you two been?" Mrs Weasley asked them with her hands on her hips.

"I told you, Mum, out charming muggle girls." Ron had joined Harry in the kitchen.

"You forgot pretty muggle girls, thank you, Ron," George said with a grin and unwrapped his scarf from his neck.

"Funny, because it seems the pair of you forgot Wren was coming today!" retorted Ron.

Fred and George froze by the door. "I didn't for..." Fred's voice trailed away.

Ginny nodded and gave her a tight grin. "What happened?"

"Headache," said Wren stiffly. "What about Ron? What happened here?"

"He was poisoned," said Harry skeptically.

"What?" Somehow this was worse. Of course. "How?"

"It's a long story. Are you sure it's just a headache?"

"I'm sure," Wren said quickly.

"She seemed under distress-,"

"Are you sure it was just a poisoning?" snapped Wren.

"What happened to you?" Wren said to George over Fred. "I thought you both had been killed! Where did you go with Mad-Eye?"

"I think you need to come home with us," Fred said quietly.

"I am home!"

"No, to the Burrow."

The door flew open and Fred walked through looking rather disgruntled.

"Bloody hell, just knock the door off its hinges," muttered George, not bothering to glance up at his brother.

"What are you doing here? It isn't safe!" Fred turned on Wren.

"Fred, did you really expect me to sit there and wait? Honestly, I was going mad with worry," Wren geared herself up for a fight.

"Are we friends?" Percy asked and caught Wren by surprise.

"We could be," she said nonchalantly.

Percy only nodded before flipping through his parchment. "Then we shall have to separate it from work. Right now, these are inappropriate questions. I need those reports."

Wren hid a grin behind her hand. Secretly, she knew he was thrilled.