She was perched in the higher and thicker branches of the huge oak tree that grew on the edge of the field that the Burrow was built on. Her hair was being played with and tugged at by the cool wind; a mischievous smile was dancing on her lips as she waited. She new the twins would come out soon, they had just flung open their window; clouds of yellow and green smoke came billowing out of the third floor room. They would be out soon again to pick more laughing lilies. She had planted a few nipping ninnies among the flowers to continue the ongoing battle of wits and mischief between herself and the twins. They had known one another since her family had moved to Ottery St. Catchpole when she was four. Her name was Rowan, she was 15, and she was hoping to see Fred and George before they left for the World Cup in a few days.

As the smoke began to thin, she slid her gaze from their window down to the door that lead to the gnome-infested garden and onward to the field. Within a few moments two identical red heads poked out and of the door and set out towards her tree. They passed the apple orchard as the walked, their laughter and voices began to carry up to the hiding girl. She began to climb lower in the tree, hidden by the foliage of the oak. She wanted to stay high enough to watch and continue to be out of sight. They finally came to the patch of laughing lilies, the flowers small high-pitched laughter mingling with the twin's mirthful exclamations. They knelt to begin trimming some of the blooms but yelled and got up as quickly as possible as the nipping ninnies jumped up to their fingers and arms, biting and nipping at the boys.

"Rowan!" They hollered in unison, looking up into the tree and finding their friend's wide smile.

"You cheeky witch! Get down here!" Fred called, pulling the nipping ninnies off of him as he spoke.

"We thought it had been to peaceful around here! Knew you'd strike soon…" George added, removing the ninnies from his fingers and yelping as one jumped and bit his cheek.

Rowan laughed happily and made her way down, she landed in front of George and pulled the ninny off of his face, planting a playful kiss where the small creature had clamped on. "Told you I'd get you!" She said with a wide grin, her crooked teeth glinting.

Fred smiled and George touched his cheek where Rowan had planted the soft kiss, smiling after his hand left his cheek. "Where'd you get those ninnies? Zonkos sent us an owl saying they were sold out…" George said narrowing his eyes.

"Like I'd tell you my source!" Rowan said with glee. The twins exchanged a look that she knew all to well and she began to back away, intending to get back up the tree, but before she could get far, George had grabbed her around the waist, and he and Fred hoisted her up and began marching towards the deeper part of the river that ran between their properties. "Hey! No no no no no!" She yelled trying to thrash about but found that playing as beaters for the Gryffindor Quidditch team had gotten them very used to wrestling out of control violent bludgers. As she tried to get free they laughed louder and when they got to the edge of the river they began trying to throw her in. Rowan had gotten hold of Fred however, who had her top half, and when George pushed her in, she pulled Fred in, who grabbed onto George for stability but ended up pulling him in as well. The three of them fell in with a loud splash and a lot of sputtering and laughing. "You prats!"

"Hey, you started it, not us!" Fred said, running his hand through his hair and smiling.

"Yeah, you're the one who started this whole thing…" George said, splashing Rowan.

"Liars! You guys are the ones who gave me a blood pop when we were kids!"

"Well it's just our way of welcoming a new neighbor!" George replied, "We did the same thing to Ron when he was a kid."

"That was an acid pop though…" Fred added.

"So count yourself lucky!" George finished.

Rowan gave them a hard look then looked down at herself. She had been wearing a shirt she had taken from her older brother; it was a few sizes to large for her but was a light green and was clinging to her. "Well I suppose its time for me to head home and dry off… are you two still working on the ton tongue toffee? I saw the smoke of burned laughing lilies…"

Fred and George answered in unison, "Yup!"

"Are you going to come over and help us?" Fred added, a hopeful look passing over his face.

"We'd love to have your input!" George added, getting up and clambering out of the water, holding his hand out to Rowan. When she reached for it, he let go and she tripped backwards into a now standing Fred, who caught her around the middle. "Ohhhh clumsy me!" George said.

"No need to hurry away, Rowan." Fred said into her ear.

Rowan felt her cheeks go red and she slipped out of his arms and scrambled up the rocks to the grass.

"No no… I'll go. I might drop by later. Let your mum know I'll be by, wont you?"

"Why not surprise her?" Fred said, climbing up behind her.

"With one of your ninnies…" George added.

"Where did you get those again?"

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies…" Rowan said with a smile before she turned and set off across the field.

"She's only getting prettier." Geroge said to his twin, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Yes… we better make our move… and soon." Fred said back, running his fingers through his hair again.

"Do you have a plan than Freddy? Best I've got is 'Oi, Rowan, care for a snog?"

Fred laughed and elbowed his twin as they walked towards the laughing lilies, "Well I was thinking we could ask if she wanted to come along to Diagon Alley with us, maybe have a drink at the leaky cauldron…"

"I dunno, I think my plan sounded pretty good…" George said, a grin spreading over his lips, he pocketed the blossoms that they needed and the two made their way back to the Burrow, discussing ways to possibly seduce their friend.