Wotcher! The name's Ivory! I'm a major potterhead and I love the Weasley Twins and Lee Jordan and Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin! This is my first fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy it! If not, please just don't read it, please don't leave a flame. I have no objections to polite constructive criticism though!

Disclaimer: I am not Joanne Katherine Rowling, though she is my idol and queen.

-Ivory

Stella Tonks knocked on the last available compartment door. All of the others were too full, and this one only held three boys, two of whom looked identical, with ginger hair and freckles, and the other having dark skin and dreadlocks. They welcomed her into their compartment with smiles and waves.

"Hi," Stella said, sitting next to dreadlocks-boy. "My name is Stella Tonks. Who are you?"

"I'm Fred Weasley," said the redhead directly across from her.

"And I'm George Weasley," his doppelganger added.

"And my name's Lee Jordan," dreadlocks-boy said, holding out his hand for Stella to shake, which she did politely, and did the same to the other boys, who immediately held out their hands after seeing their friend had.

Stella tilted her head slightly, examining the twins. "So, how do people tell you two apart?"

"They don't," they replied in unison.

"Even their own mum can't," Lee added.

Stella hummed in agreement. "Then I'm going to become the first."

This was only met with such loud laughter that a few people who had been walking by stopped to check if everything was alright. Stella glared at the three boys (but mostly the two gingers).

"No one can tell us apart!" Fred said as he finally started to calm down, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I'll prove you wrong then," Stella said stubbornly. She caught Fred's gaze and her normally dark brown eyes shifting to match his bright blue for a split second. Fred had obviously noticed, because he blinked in surprise and rubbed his own eyes. When he met Stella's gaze again though, she winked at him, her eyes having returned to normal.

"Stella . . .?" Lee asked hesitantly. "Your hair is going red . . ."

"Is it?" Stella asked nonchalantly, as if someone's appearance changing in seconds was completely normal. She changed it back to brown in an instant. "Sorry, my Metamorphmagus abilities are kinda unstable. My older sister says that they'll get more and more controllable as I get older."

"Metamorphmagus!" George gasped. "That is so cool! So you can change your appearance at will?"

Stella nodded and, just to prove it, she shifted her face to match that of Lee's. It did look strange, her face suddenly a dark brown, clashing with her normally pale skin tone, and her normally brown hair suddenly black and set in dreadlocks instead of flowing freely. But the boys' amazement overruled their shock and they began to clap.

Stella's features returned to normal, or mostly normal at least. Her eyes had reverted back to brown, and her skin to pale, but her originally brown hair was now turquoise. She grinned, pulling some strands of it in front of her so that she could see the new colour. "This suits me much better, don't you think?"

"Very much so," Fred said with a solemn nod.

"Not that you didn't look nice before," George added with slight haste, giving his twin a pointed look.

"Of course," Fred agreed.

Stella smiled widely, already liking these boys. Oh, but they did remind her of someone . . .

"Charlie!" she said suddenly, making Lee jump.

"Excuse me?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. "There's no Charlie here."

"No, my older sister, Nymphadora — well, she hates her first name, going by our last name, Tonks — "

"I would too," Lee muttered. "Jeez, Nymphadora!"

"Anyways," Stella went on, "she knows a boy named Charlie Weasley, who's in her year, and looks too much like you two to be a coincidence!"

"Yeah, he's one of our older brothers," Fred said, grinning. "I think he's talked about your sister before — "

"She's a really badass Hufflepuff, according to him," George continued, grinning identically. "They aren't that close — "

"But they definitely know each other," Fred concluded.

"'Badass Hufflepuff?'" Stella asked, also grinning (but it was hard not to grin around the twins; their positivity was infectious!) "Maybe I'll join the ranks of badass Hufflepuff too."

"No," Fred said, "you should be aiming for Gryffindor!"

"House of the Brave!" Lee added.

"Our whole family's been in it," George pointed out.

"My chances are slim, if we're going by family," Stella shrugged. "My father was a Muggle-born Hufflepuff, my sister was a Hufflepuff, and my mother was a Slytherin."

"Slytherin?!"

"A Slytherin marrying a Hufflepuff?"

"Something doesn't add up . . ."

"If I ended up in Slytherin, would you still be my friend?" Stella asked and, when each boy nodded vigorously, she said, "And there's your answer."

After a pause, Lee said, "I suppose it does make sense, if you go by traits. Hufflepuffs are hard working and friendly, while Slytherins are ambitious and great leaders, so it sort of makes sense."

"It's really the person's personality you should be looking at," Stella objected. "There could be someone who you really like and, if you love them, you wouldn't care what house they were in, right?"

"You're right, Stella," Fred agreed.

"Aren't I always?" she joked, with a wink. Fred grinned at the mischievous twinkle in her eye. Oh, they were going to get along just fine.

"Tonks, Estelle!"

Stella looked so incredibly calm as she walked up to the sorting hat, Fred might even say she looked cold. Her hair was still turquoise and was drawing the attention of many people. She sat down on the stool with crossed legs, looking professional and stoic. This must've been her coping mechanism.

"You would do well in any of the houses."

Stella didn't even flinch when the hat began to speak.

"I know," was all she said in reply.

The hat chuckled. "No need to feel so nervous. Relax, Miss Tonks."

Stella did not relax. She simply listened to the hat muse on where to place her.

"You are very loyal, honest and hardworking — I know your sister is in Hufflepuff. But I sense that no, you wouldn't do to go there. You're determined and cunning, much like your mother, but Slytherin doesn't seem to be your place either. You're definitely intelligent enough to be a Ravenclaw, but I don't think that's where you belong. You are incredibly courageous, chivalrous and daring. You already have a friend in Gryffindor, correct?"

Stella's eyes flitted over to when Lee sat at the Gryffindor table.

"Then your place is in GRYFFINDOR!"

Stella visibly sighed in relief, placed the hat back on the stool and ran towards Lee, sliding next to him, nearly squishing him. "Gryffindor!" she squealed excitedly, giving him a hi-five. Then she looked back over to where the twins still stood, waiting to be sorted. "Do you think they'll get Gryffindor too?"

"No doubt in my mind," Lee replied with confidence.

Stella, wishing she had his confidence, just nodded and watched the twins.

Finally, "Weasley, Frederick!" was called to the stool.

Stella watched as nervously sat, allowing the hat to fall over his eyes. She watched his expression intently, as it went from nervous to indignant, as if he were insisting against the hat's choice, which he very well might have been. Finally, a smile spread across his face as the hat cried out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Fred slid into place next to Stella, grinning widely. George soon joined them, and they all exchanged hi-fives. It seemed that the quartet would be sticking together.

"I didn't know your full name was Estelle," Fred commented, as the four friends began to dig into the food.

"It's not something I like to advertise," Stella replied. "I didn't know your full name was Frederick."

"It's not something I like to advertise," Fred smirked, and Stella grinned at him.

It was already obvious that these four would be inseparable.