Ziva, or Z as her friends called her, stomped down the stairs for breakfast, knowing that if she didn't, Ron would be the first to get there. You see, she had been taken in by Molly and Arthur Weasly as her mother did not want her.
"Sup, guys," Ziva said, grinning as she plonked herself between Ron and Hermione. Seeing the pained look on Ron's face, she hastily moved to sit next to Fred, who gave her a huge grin.
"Looking forward to going to school, then?" he muttered. Ziva, whose mouth was full of food, just nodded. Truthfully, she was terrified. Fred had told her that if she wanted to be a Gryffindor, she'd have to fight a troll. I don't even know what a troll is, she thought, but it doesn't matter, because I know kung-fu. She was interrupted from her kung-fu dream by Molly ambling down the stairs saying,
"Good heavens, you lot! You're up early, aren't you?" Z gave her a huge grin. Fred muttered something about getting ready for school and ran upstairs. Z followed him, hoping for the chance to speak with him alone. So such luck. George bounded out his room just as she was about to enter it. Her short, black hair fell into her eyes as the door banged into her, sending her flying.
"Oops, didn't see you there," George said, a devilish smile playing on his lips. Z stuck her tongue out at him and continued on to Fred's room. Pah, Z thought, packing for school my eyeballs! He's watching TV! Cheeky beggar! She coughed to get his attention and nearly wet herself with mirth as he jumped.
"Why you -" he began
"- cheating, lying, dirty little scumbag!" Molly finished for him. She was standing in the doorway. Molly gave Z a small smile, which she returned. Fred glared at the both of them. Z gave him one of her dazzling smiles.