Prologue
It was a warm midsummer's day and the sky was clear aside from a few passing clouds. The cool breeze rustled the leaves on the tree's and made the long blades of the lush, green grass sway. Nothing could be heard but the chirps of a few passing birds and the giggles of 4 children lounging on the top of a hill. They were laying on their backs in a circle, naming shapes from the clouds and devouring random candies pulled out of a purple drawstring bag that sat in the middle of the space between their heads. The only girl of the group reached above her head into the bag and pulled out a jelly bean that was pearly white.
"What do ya think it is?" she asked, holding it high into the air. The three boys looked at the candy and two of them smiled.
"Onion."
"Acid."
"Salt"
Their answers made her slightly wary as she dropped it into her mouth and chewed slowly. She prepared for the worst as chewed but smiled when she realized the taste was a sweet one. When she let out a giggle, the boys looked at her.
"What is it?" the young boy to her right asked. His complexion much like his white blonde hair matched hers ,though his hair was cropped short and she had grown hers out.
"Marshmallow." she answered happily.
"That's rubbish! How do you always get the good ones?" One of the ginger haired boys exclaimed, turning onto his stomach and looking at her.
"I don't know." she shrugged, not moving from the grass and enjoying the fell of the sun on her cheeks.
"It's 'cuz she's a girl George." said the other ginger haired boy who was laying to her left. The comment made her raise onto her elbows.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well you can't get the bad ones. Mother's put a spell on your hands that makes it impossible for you to get a bad one so your face doesn't stick when you get a nasty one." She looked at her hands and shook her head.
"You're just jealous Freddie 'cuz you always get vomit or toe nails…"
"Or compost…" George piped up making everyone but Fred chuckle. Fred turned red and crossed his arms over his chest. She giggled and poked him in the arm which ignited a slow smile on his face as well.
A rustle in the grass made the four sit up and they all looked at another red haired boy who was approaching them. He looked somewhat nervous as he approached them and the girl smiled at him.
"Hi Ron." He stopped dead in his tracks and swallowed.
"Hi Trini…"
"It's Trinity you doofus." George teased and Trinity reached across the circle and smacked him on the shoulder.
"Leave him alone."
"What's up?" Fred asked his younger brother.
"Mom wants you…and I think you're in trouble…" he murmured as angry yelling echoed to them from the giant Weasley house.
The twins turned slightly pale and exchanged glances before they rose to their feet. Trinity and her brother rose as well and glanced at the house. George quickly gave hugs to Trinity and her brother before setting off with Ron towards the house. Fred gave Donovan a hug before turning to Trinity.
"I think she's going to kill us." he whispered into her ear.
"I hope not. We have to go to school together, remember?" she replied pulling away. She held out her pinky to him and he raised an eyebrow at her but slowly linked his with hers.
"You have to promise me something."
"What?" he answered, eyeing his house as George entered.
"We will always be friends." he looked at her and saw she was serious. He smiled then.
"I promise we will always be friends no matter what."