Emery stared longingly out the window of her second story bedroom. Her parents had just recently dragged her from the comfortable life in Massachusetts across the ocean to this little house somewhere deep in the forests of England.

Back home, life was simple and enjoyable. She was the top witch at St. Claire's with the perfect group of friends. She missed these three girls the most of all. Together, they had the perfect balance of personalities and interests. Leela was shy, yet always came forth with the best advice, living with her thoughts through the actions of others. Carrie was the exact opposite, always doing without thinking; she had a knack with the opposite gender. Finally, Alexis had been Emery's best friend, always up for a good time, often not thinking of the consequences. Now, they would move on without her, when all she got was a beautiful view of the pond about ten feet off the property line.

All of a sudden she stood up in frustration and descended the trellis outside her window. She knew her parents wouldn't approve of her milling about in a foreign country, so she began to sprint feverishly, shedding her clothes along the way until she jumped into the pond in nothing but her undergarments. Emery enjoyed any activity that challenged her endurance, mainly because she always fought right back with it. She swam across the pond as fast as she could and climbed out the other side without realizing the absence of clothes. Eventually, she looked down...

Emery possessed the ability to perform wandless magic which usually got her into serious trouble. Emery was usually the rational one of her group, but when it came to pranking people; her evil genius simply threw all caution to the wind. In the blink of an eye, she was dressed in a green and white summer dress that contrasted beautifully with her icy eyes. It's not that she was girly by nature, she didn't have the curves for that, she just enjoyed the freeness dresses provided her with as she sprinted through the trees, careful to make note a route back home. After about ten minutes down the path, she saw a clearing in the bushes.

Emery dropped to her hands and knees and silently crept towards the opening. As she got closer, she had to settle her breathing and wipe a sweat covered strand of hair off her forehead. As she lightly brushed the leaves out of the way, Emery's eyes fell on a very compact, yet cozy house. Outside, there were two identical boys with vibrant red hair, hunched over a girl with hair to match theirs, but an age slightly younger.

"Guys! No! Think about what you're doing to me," she warned them quite frantically, her voice wavering slightly.

"Oh, don't worry, we have. Come on Gin, it'll wash out in a few days, or weeks, I guess we'll find out, won't we Fred?"

"I suppose we shall," he replied to his twin with a sly smile creeping onto his face. With that, the twin Emery perceived to be Fred held down the struggling girl as the other poured some bright pink liquid into her mouth.

Emery knew she should stop this, but was curious to find out more about these people without breaking her cover. Within seconds, the girl's hair turned the same hot pink the liquid had been.

"FRED! GEORGE! How could you?! This had better come off you idiots!" the girl screamed while running into the house to probably take about 15 showers. The twins started laughing and high fived each other before heading back towards the house.

Emery scoffed and muttered, "Amateurs," under her breath. She was about to stand up when the twin named Fred stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around. In the blink of an eye, Emery hit the floor, breathing heavily.

"Fred, what's wrong?" the first twin inquired.

"Nothing, I must be hearing things."

It became a daily routine of Emery's to swim through the pond and sprint for ten minutes before reaching the cozy house full of colorful people. Over the past couple weeks; Emery had learned a lot about their personalities. She was most intrigued by the twins, Fred and George, who she could tell apart as soon as they opened their mouths, though distinguishing by looks, was still near impossible.

Today was a plotting day for the twins. Emery was always amused by these, because the twins had creative and outrageous ideas that she lacked, but they were missing the technicality and logic that was necessary to pull them off. For instance, as soon as Ginny's hair hit water, it was back to its normal, vibrant red. If they would have tweaked the potion by just a little, it would have stayed in for at least a week, and every time she would have washed it, it would have gotten brighter.

Today they were creating a special prank for their little brother, Ron.

It wasn't going to work.

They were creating a fork that changed into a Popsicle stick whenever it came into contact with food, thus making eating quite the challenge. It was quite the idea, but they were going about it all wrong. They kept pouring strange combinations of liquids onto the fork, when there was a simple morphing spell that Emery had learned to turn her vegetables into extra desert. Unfortunately, her mother had caught her once, but the spell was useful for a multitude of purposes nonetheless.

It was common for Emery to make fun of the pair in her head, because she couldn't simply waltz up and correct everything they were doing wrong. Why don't I just go up to them and say, "You boys are idiots, just put the chemicals down before someone gets-" When Fred poured an orange vial's contents on said fork, it exploded, turning his face a dust color and blowing his hair dramatically behind him.

Emery found herself beginning to do a silent laugh, trying desperately to hold it in, but shaking violently. However, the twins didn't notice because George was rolling on the floor in hysterical laughter while Fred was moodily kicking the stump where the fork once sat. At one point, he kicked too hard, causing him to swear profusely and hop around on one foot like and idiot.

Suddenly Emery let out a snort, and instantly clapped a hand over her mouth, silently cursing her least appealing feature. George whipped around immediately, spotting the slightest rustle of the bush. Emery was not a fan of the smirk that spread across George's face as he looked in her general direction. Fred stopped his rampant cussing momentarily, in time to give his brother a really bizarre look before he disappeared.

With a loud pop, George appeared right in front of Emery's hiding spot. She let out an extremely girly yelp of surprise. George started walking towards the noise with a smug, self-impressed grin. Emery panicked and began sprinting down the now familiar path towards her bedroom window. George started running after her, but when he realized how fast she was going, he gave up, panting. Fred watched all of this amusedly, before popping ten feet in front of the mystery stalker girl. She obviously wasn't paying attention when she ran smack dab into Fred, causing them both to topple to the ground, Emery on top.

He smirked, "Hi! I'm Fred!"