The boys sat there staring at their food. The usual spark one saw in their eyes had dimmed to nothing but a speck. Their jokes had become more snippy and short tempered with their usual humor making merely small appearances. Their smiles became simply evil when they each got an idea which wasn't often. Their faces were sad and their hair unkempt. They never really said much mostly using their own special twin telepathy. They spent all of their time with each other afraid that if one left the room they would be gone forever.

They thought this because that was what had happen to Lee Jordan. He was separated from them for the summer and had been caught up in the dark world of wizards. Their hearts were beating as one and their brains were in sync, if one moved the other would. I hadn't known them but for a couple of years before I moved out to the Americas, but I knew them to be happy people. I had always admired them for their outright wit and simple thinking. That is until now; currently I was the only person that could be around the two for I was the only one that could partially stand their behavior, or at least the only one that tried.

I am Melody Phelps; I'm fairly plain with deep red brown hair and rather large green eyes. My hair reaches down to the middle of my back and is naturally straight; I have a particularly small waist and am often called short. The life I live would be much simpler if I didn't have such a fondness for other people's embarrassment. It would also help if I had a smidge less of all my compassion. I literally can't stand the sight of tears and constantly feel as if someone else's pain is my problem. This is why I have a large sense of humor and a boat load of friends. Two of which I find to be the most important at the moment.

They have the same humor I do; I simply learned it from them. I miss their sweet kind voices the ones that comforted me when my parents, brothers, and sister died. That was the reason I moved to the Americas; I has gone to live with my Aunt and Uncle. They were nice people that took great care of everyone they met. My family are great friends with the Weasleys we were practically related, we looked enough alike. Families with red hair and either blue or green eyes, I was mistaken for Ginny plenty of times. I would say I am close with all of the Weasley children but the three I like the best are Ginny, George, and of course Fred.

These boys are so broken. I'm not sure that I can help them but deep in my heart I know that I have to at least try. I looked back across the table we sat at, the Gryffindor table, and I felt the pain that they shared. It was knee buckling and gut wrenching for me to just look at the horrible sadness in their eyes. I still had no idea how but I needed to fix this.

"Guys, you need to eat, it's not healthy to just stare at the food. It needs to actually enter your mouths and get into your stomachs." I said to the nearly empty shells in front of me. They merely picked up their forks and picked at the food eating their fill. It was sad really that I was the only one other than Mrs. Molly that could get them to eat anything. I wished they were like the girls I have seen that eat their pain but I'm sure that if it were that way things wouldn't be drastically different and I wouldn't feel any better, neither would they.

"You need to learn to speak too; it isn't wise in some situations to just stare. People may take things differently. I really wish you would talk, I miss your sweet voices."

"It's not that we can't talk –", George,

"It's more that we won't." concluded Fred.

"Well that being the case I suggest you start to." I said rather bothered that they didn't even want to talk to me.

I decided to stop talking since it only seemed to get a slight movement of their heads going. I figured out early on that this was a small mostly undetected sign that they were talking to each other in their odd twin telepathy.

"Sharing is caring. Maybe I want to be in on the conversation as well. It's better than sitting here in silence!" I stopped talking when a small stream of thoughts came to my head gradually growing into what seemed to fill my entire mind.

"There, you happy now?" I heard in my very head, I knew this to be true for neither of their mouths moved they simply looked at me.

"Yes." I thought softly shocked into a near silence.

"As I was saying, don't you think that's a bit evil brother? Neither of us is evil simply demented." Fred thought. I suddenly got an image of an odd smirk in the place of my own vision, it wasn't the sour devilish smirk I had seen these past few weeks at school but it was happy. It was- normal. I stared through the smirk only to see the two hard faces of the twins. For a moment I thought I had imagined it but both of them got the evil smirk on their faces.

"No your right, it isn't our most recent set of smirks, but we intend to explain that here shortly. You see, we aren't miserable like everyone thinks us to be. We are actually relieved to get that little git off of our shoulders. We are playing the part—

"-Being smart if you will." interjected George.

"Because of our attitudes we no longer get pestered with random people or even our own brothers for that matter. We play this up and it gives us plenty of free time to get all of the arrangements for our joke shop in order. We also like the extra time it gets us with the not talking thing. No use in explaining things when the other can see just what you mean."

My face was probably blank but they could see the look I pictured in my mind. Either way I was probably flushed; I was as angry as could be and they couldn't understand why. My vision blurred with two uncomfortable and confused looking faces.

"What's the matter? Don't you think this is a good plan..?"

"Yeah of course I do, but what about all of the other people? Everyone is worried sick about you two; including me a few minutes ago. You guys scared me and especially your mum to death. She's worried that the two of you will die of starvation, I was too. You two are scarily good actors."

"We never thought of it that way we always figured that it wouldn't work and that everyone would figure it out by now. I guess we will need a plan to get ourselves back on track. Anyone have any ideas?"

We all sat and thought all ideas lay out on the table until one simultaneously flitted through the twins' minds. It was including me spending monstrous amounts of time with the two coming up with ideas for the new shop and pretending to help them along the road to recovery over their lost "friend." I figured that since I couldn't come up with anything remotely as good as that, we would stick with it.

"We don't have to do much. We already have all of the same classes and we're in the same house. No one will bother us and we'll hang around in public settings until we talk more and eventually we will be back to normal. Maybe we can make it to where you're our new twin Melody. We'll all be joined at the hip.-"

"Melody, from now on you can sit in-between us and you will be included in almost all of our conversations. Trust me, half of them you wouldn't want to even think about and you will be our new twin. All you have to do is act like us.-"

"And that shouldn't be hard considering your face has been blank this entire time and you have a wicked sense of humor. Wow, you're more like us than we ever thought not including your common sense.-"

"You have more of that than we do. But you're more like us than we ever imagined."

"Well boys, looks can be deceiving as I have most recently learned."

So this was how I started to fall in love with a special one of those twins, that and when I became Melody Weasley. Of course we didn't actually change my name but that's what everyone started calling me after the first week or two. The twins and I were often found in the common room sitting in the corner only talking a few words here and there. The boys were starting to become comfortable with me being in their heads and I quite liked it there. They were sweet and caring as could be but they were also the largest pricks in the entire school!