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Know-Who's.
Summary: Fred and George expect a normal school year, little do they know of the new girl, Ryly, who will spice up their lives.
Chapter One: New Girl
"Fred! Give me back my papers!"
"What? You mean those were actually important?"
This was how the Weasly household usually started their mornings. Fred and George blowing stealing something. Either that or it was a huge explosion at around 4 A.M. This morning, it happened to be Percy, who was the unfortunate victim.
"What do you mean were?!" Percy asked on the edge of hysteria.
"Well, uh..it's a rather funny story." Fred began, but was stopped by the sound of Mrs. Weasly's voice piercing the house.
"Fred! What's taking so long? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!"
Shooting Percy a sidelong glance, he scurried down the stairs.
"Did he find out yet?" asked Fred's twin brother, George.
"Well, he knows they're missing..but has yet to find out what happened to them."
"Wonder what he'll do when he finds out they were the 'delicious spices' in his tea he drank yesterday." Mused George.
"Shame we won't be around when he does."
"Maybe that's a good thing." Looking at one another they said in unison:
"Nah!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the Train~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Excuse me.all the other compartments are full. Can I stay in here?" asked a girl that Fred and George didn't recognize.
She was very pretty. She wore a black sleeveless turtleneck with blue jeans. A gold figure of a howling wolf hung around her neck on a delicate gold chain. Her rich black hair fell just below her shoulders. The eyes were the color of honey.
"Uh.sure." Exclaimed George, his eyes glued to her face.
"Thanks. I've been turned down twice already. I'm the exchange student, from Ireland. I originally go to Blood Moon's House of Magic. I'm Ryly Wulfe."
Fred and George just gaped at her. Looking suddenly very uncomfortable, Ryly sat down across from the twins.
"Sorry, I guess I was babbling. I do that when I'm nervous."
Blinking as if clearing the fog that had accumulated in his brain since Ryly had entered the compartment, George said, "I'm George and this is my brother Fred."
Upon hearing his name, Fred finally closed his mouth and swallowed. A silence filled the tiny room and stretched on and on until it felt like it could never be broken.
"So, uh, do you play Quidditch?" asked Fred.
"Quidditch? Are you kidding? I love it! Do you play?"
"Yep. We're the beaters for Gryffindor."
"Gryffindor?"
"Yeah, it's one of the four houses that make up Hogwarts. There's Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Slytherin's the worst though. There's not a witch or wizard that was in that house that didn't go to the Dark Side" (A/N of the Force, lol!) explained George.
"Oh. Which one's the best?" she asked.
"Gryffindor, of course!" the boys exclaimed at the same time.
Another awkward silence filled the compartment. Swallowing nervously, Ryly asked, "What year are you in?"
"6th. You?"
"7th."
"Then you'll be with Oliver!"
"Oliver?" A look of confusion filled her face.
(A/N I know that Oliver Wood is more than one year older than Fred and George, but for the sake of my story, it's just one!) "Oliver Wood. He's Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team."
"Oh! Well, then! I certainly want to meet him! I was Captain of my team too!"
At that moment, the train came to a stop. "We've arrived!" said George.
Summary: Fred and George expect a normal school year, little do they know of the new girl, Ryly, who will spice up their lives.
Chapter One: New Girl
"Fred! Give me back my papers!"
"What? You mean those were actually important?"
This was how the Weasly household usually started their mornings. Fred and George blowing stealing something. Either that or it was a huge explosion at around 4 A.M. This morning, it happened to be Percy, who was the unfortunate victim.
"What do you mean were?!" Percy asked on the edge of hysteria.
"Well, uh..it's a rather funny story." Fred began, but was stopped by the sound of Mrs. Weasly's voice piercing the house.
"Fred! What's taking so long? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!"
Shooting Percy a sidelong glance, he scurried down the stairs.
"Did he find out yet?" asked Fred's twin brother, George.
"Well, he knows they're missing..but has yet to find out what happened to them."
"Wonder what he'll do when he finds out they were the 'delicious spices' in his tea he drank yesterday." Mused George.
"Shame we won't be around when he does."
"Maybe that's a good thing." Looking at one another they said in unison:
"Nah!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the Train~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Excuse me.all the other compartments are full. Can I stay in here?" asked a girl that Fred and George didn't recognize.
She was very pretty. She wore a black sleeveless turtleneck with blue jeans. A gold figure of a howling wolf hung around her neck on a delicate gold chain. Her rich black hair fell just below her shoulders. The eyes were the color of honey.
"Uh.sure." Exclaimed George, his eyes glued to her face.
"Thanks. I've been turned down twice already. I'm the exchange student, from Ireland. I originally go to Blood Moon's House of Magic. I'm Ryly Wulfe."
Fred and George just gaped at her. Looking suddenly very uncomfortable, Ryly sat down across from the twins.
"Sorry, I guess I was babbling. I do that when I'm nervous."
Blinking as if clearing the fog that had accumulated in his brain since Ryly had entered the compartment, George said, "I'm George and this is my brother Fred."
Upon hearing his name, Fred finally closed his mouth and swallowed. A silence filled the tiny room and stretched on and on until it felt like it could never be broken.
"So, uh, do you play Quidditch?" asked Fred.
"Quidditch? Are you kidding? I love it! Do you play?"
"Yep. We're the beaters for Gryffindor."
"Gryffindor?"
"Yeah, it's one of the four houses that make up Hogwarts. There's Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Slytherin's the worst though. There's not a witch or wizard that was in that house that didn't go to the Dark Side" (A/N of the Force, lol!) explained George.
"Oh. Which one's the best?" she asked.
"Gryffindor, of course!" the boys exclaimed at the same time.
Another awkward silence filled the compartment. Swallowing nervously, Ryly asked, "What year are you in?"
"6th. You?"
"7th."
"Then you'll be with Oliver!"
"Oliver?" A look of confusion filled her face.
(A/N I know that Oliver Wood is more than one year older than Fred and George, but for the sake of my story, it's just one!) "Oliver Wood. He's Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team."
"Oh! Well, then! I certainly want to meet him! I was Captain of my team too!"
At that moment, the train came to a stop. "We've arrived!" said George.