They were best friends. They were leaving Hogwarts after being together for 7 years. The twins knew what they were doing after school. They were opening a joke shop with the money they had 'inheirited', as they put it. Sara, on the other hand, didnt know whether she wanted to write for the Daily Prophet or if she wanted to do illustrations for childrens' books. She was clueless.
There was a week of school left. Sara was sitting in the common room, recreating the fire on paper, when the twins came up to her. "What ya doin?" they asked in unison. "Drawing. Trying to figure out if this is really want to do." The two boys looked at each other and nodded. "Do you want to come help us run the joke shop?" George asked. "What? No! Of course not! That's your guys' thing. Ill figure it out." The twins bought it. "Okay. Well, it was worth a shot. We sure are going to need your knack for pranks, but we'll manage. We're going up to bed. Night!" said Fred.
The week had gone by and the three were getting ready to leave for good. They had ridden home on the Hogwarts Express and met up with their families. After saying hello to her family, she ran up behind the twins and pulled them aside. She gave each of the giant hugs. "I'll miss you guys! Promise we'll keep in tough!" The two boys looked at each other, nodded, and, in a swift second, George had grabbed her legs, Fred had grabbed her arms, and she was suspended from the platform. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she shrieked, as they started to carry her away. "You're a bad liar ;) Well, no. You're good, just not good enough to fool us!" Fred exclaimed. "What are you talking about? Put me down!" "On one condition!" George told her. At her curious look, he said, "You come run the joke shop with us. We're not asking you to. We're telling you to." She smiled, they put her down, and she embraced them once more. "When do we start?"