"Surely you don't think they did it on purpose?" Headmistress McGonagall was staring suspiciously at the brand new first years at the Gyffindor table.
"Did what?" Neville asked, seated to her left.
"Well, let's see. We have George Lee Jordan and Lee Frederick Jordan, and sitting with them as thick as thieves, we have Roxanne Frederica Weasley and Fred George Weasley. Not to mention they all have the same identical hair style."
Asst. Headmaster Flitwick tapped his glasses with his wand to enact a charm that would give him a better look.
"Well, Roxanne Weasley has her braids ending in tiny butterfly clips. No. Firefly clips."
Neville cleared his throat. "Hungarian Horntail Dragon clips. George sells them in the store. Oh, and the Wotters call those four Forge."
"And don't you think it odd that two best friends, who lost a beloved twin brother and friend, both had twins in the month of June, within two weeks of each other?" McGonagall continued. She looked at Flitwick with narrowed eyes. "Is there a charm for that? For twins?"
"Well, yes there is, but it is quite complex."
"Beyond the scope of a George Weasley and a Lee Jordan?"
"Ahh," Flitwick considered while he ate a bite of steak. "No. Not beyond them."
"And remind me who Lee Jordan married?"
"Fantine Bailey. Muggle born." Neville reminded her. "Didn't come here after her 4th year, went on to muggle business school."
"Good at charms, best in her class," Flitwick added.
"Of course she was. Exactly the kind of girl one of those two would marry. Angelina Johnson, as I recall, was rather gifted at charms and transfiguration." Minerva tapped her wine glass for a refill. "I don't recall an invite to the Jordan wedding."
"George hired Fantine to manage his office so he and Lee could devote more time to research. Pretty girl, very stylish. She and Lee fought like crazy for six months and then George got an owl from Scotland, they'd eloped." Neville said. "She does book keeping, payroll and taxes. Ron is the business manager of the Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade stores, he's actually quite good at it."
"He was always good at strategy." Minerva said. She waved her hand toward the four children, still stuffing their faces. "This Forge will bear watching."
The other two nodded.
The pudding arrived. Neville helped himself to a sliver of cherry pie. "But you think this lot is wild, just wait. The, uh, Potter kids. Rather…high strung. Albus can do wandless hexes. Probably all be good at Quidditch, though. Harry has a permanent cushioning charm on his backyard. Plus Rose and Hugo Weasley are both way too smart. Already reading and Hugo is only two. They learned how to multiply books, sometimes you can barely walk through the house. And their dad-"
"—Is Ronald Weasley." Minerva sighed. "I plan to retire before then, thank you very much. All yours, Fillius. And of course you will be assistant, Neville."
"I'm older than you Minerva. I think they will be Neville's handful."
"Thanks a lot, you two. I can see I'll be the shortest term Headmaster in Hogwart's history."
"Nonsense. Just blackmail Harry into resigning at the Ministry to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," Minerva said. "It'll be like Dumbledore's Army, part two."
"At least little Colleen Creavey doesn't look like she'll be any trouble," Minerva continued. "Well, except at a full moon." She waved at a tiny girl with long blond curls, licking frosting off her finger.
"I don't know." Neville shook his head. "Lavender was talking about her at Harry's birthday. She might be a different kind of trouble."
Minerva looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Boy crazy."
Minerva rolled her eyes. "Ugh."
Flitwick paused dunking his cookie in a glass of milk. "Might take an army."
The other two nodded.