Author's Note: This is a one-shot connected to my other story, Sanity is Relative. It takes place near the end of the book, but I wrote it a few days ago and just had to post it.
Background Info: well, this will make a lot more sense once my story is finished, but here's just enough information for this to make sense: Alandra has become a much bolder person, despite past events. she and Ron are now a couple, and she is spending the summer at the Weasleys. Hope I didn't spoil too much.
Fred and George suddenly appeared in the Weasley kitchen where Ron was helping to prepare dinner.
"Hey, Ron. How you doing?" asked one of the twins- Ron couldn't tell them apart.
"Fine," replied Ron, "I see that you two still have excellent timing, arriving exactly before dinner, just late enough to not have to help make it."
"It's a specialty- takes years of practice," retorted the other twin, grinning madly.
Alandra came back into the kitchen with a handful of vegetables from the garden. "Fred, stop grinning like you just got laid and wash these vegetables," she commanded. "George, you can peel the carrots. Don't stand there and gawk, get going. And thank you for setting the table Ron." She pecked him lightly on the cheek, grinning.
"I didn't know that you knew my brothers..." remarked Ron.
"I worked for them over the summer. You didn't think that they could have perfected those brownies without my potions expertise, did you?"
"Hey, don't take all the credit for those," whined Fred as he started drying the potatoes, "George and I created them."
"And you never would have gotten rid of those boils if it wasn't for me."
"Boils?" questioned Ron, raising an eyebrow.
"We were having a slight bit of trouble with the brownies... there were some nasty side effects. But Alandra fixed it. She's a whiz at potions, you know." Replied George.
"Oh, I know," remarked Ron, grinning, "Hermione almost fainted when she found out that she didn't have the best grade in the class."
"Thanks George. That was about the only thing Durmstrang was any good for."
"Hey- you can tell them apart?" asked Ron curiously, "I've never noticed anything before."
"Well, no, you wouldn't have..." Alandra's voice trailed off.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned.
"Umm... can you check the potatoes?"
"Come on." Coaxed Ron
"I worked with them over the summer, right? And you see, we had to go pick up some supplies one day, and I didn't have a broom, so I rode with them, and well," Alandra blushed furiously.
"Uh huh..."
"George has a slightly firmer six-pack," blurted Alandra, "but Fred has... well, he has a nicer ass, okay?"
"He what?!" Ron exclaimed.
"Well, you asked. And it is a nice ass." Retorted Alandra, somewhat bolder than usual.
"Oh. Well, I'm glad you noticed." Replied Ron, glumly.
"Now that you mention it though, there's something else I've noticed."
"Really?" yet again, Ron raised his eyebrow.
"Yours is much nicer." Smirked Alandra wryly. Ron was somewhat shocked by this comment, but replied anyways.
"Thank-you. I was beginning to get a bit worried there. It's nice to be better than my brothers at something."
"Oh, I'm sure that's not all you're good at." She grinned evilly at Fred and George, and gave Ron a quick kiss on the cheek as she left the room. The look on his face was priceless. Fred and George, who had been listening eargerly to the entire conversation, began laughing wildly. Ron was too shocked to do anything for a few seconds, but soon recovered from his dazed stupor and glared at the twins, who were busy placing silencing spells on themselves so they could completely disolve into spasms. Shrugging helplessly, Ron turned away and went to check on the potato stew.
This is the end, if you didn't know. More to come, hopefully soon.
