Say Fred,

I miss you.

I can't Believe Summer is already over and its time to go back to Hogwarts. I am actually glad that its time to go back, It's almost to boring here, I'm dying. I'm excited to see you again, you and George of course.

I'm looking forward to the few nights I get to spend with you before we head back to school. It'll be the first time I get to see the summer pixies change colors; it's going to be great.

By the way, thank you for your 'care package' that you and George sent me with your last letter; it has really helped me pass the time here. Who knew that you were so good at making sweets that didn't have side effects? And Thank Molly tons for the knitted booties and sweater she made me! I wear them all the time.

I guess I have nothing left to say since my last letter. Except that I can't wait to see you.

Yours truly,

Ella

The Burrow has always felt more like home to me than my own home did, it was cozy and inviting. I never passed up the chance to go there, and spend time with the Weasleys. With no pun intended, being there, with them, was some what Magical.

Mary-Ella stumbled out of the Fireplace, ignoring the black soot that she was covered in, as she supported herself on the nearest piece of furniture while holding her stomach. she took slow, deep breaths with her eyes closed to calm herself. She was never going to get use to that means of travel. Meer moments behind her stepped out the eldest of the Weasley men, Arthur, with her luggage. The Soot covered man proudly walked into the living room, turned and smiled at the petite, "You'll be sharing Ginny's room with her and Hermione when she comes. I'll take your things up there for you while you settle your stomach." He said. With that, he turned back around, picked up my trunk and small back pack then headed for the stairs.

She managed to get out a "Thank you" to Arthur before he disappeared up the stairs. The brunette knew the layout of the house well enough now; though it was oddly quiet. Only the ticking of clocks and the slight clanking of dishes being cleaned was heard. From a previous letter, Fred had noted that when she arrived, they would be shopping for their school supplies. It felt a little awkward being there without the rest of the Family, but it was alright for now; they'll be back soon.

With light foot steps, the Chocolate haired girl maneuvered her way around furniture to explore the home. She passed the clock with the different faces for hands on it as she walked into the kitchen. Her Forest colored eyes bounced from one object to the next, from the highest shelf to the sink in the middle of the counter. A smile graced her lips as she watched the dishes washing, drying and being placed away by themselves. Being only half of Magical Blood, Magic wasn't often used in her house hold; mostly for her younger brother's sake; so almost any type of magic fascinated her.

For the good part of an hour, Mary-Ella stood against the counter across from the sink, just watching. Once finished, and the last Dish has put itself away the house fell that much quieter. Again, deep green orbs danced around the quaint kitchen, taking in the surroundings. The girl jumped as the family clock chimed, signaling the rest of the family's arrival back at the Burrow. Another smile found its way to the girls pink lips, only this one bigger, as she happily found her way back into the cozy living room. A soon as the green fire appeared in the fire place, dark fabric came hurling through, hitting the small framed girl square in the chest.

The force of impact knocked the girl a step back and momentary breath loss. "Nice Catch there Ella" said the elder of the two that stepped out from the fireplace. "It was a Fifty-fifty chance you were going to be standing there," Added in the identical other human. "You know brother, if she weren't, you would have broken something." He added again, this time looking at the man at his said. This only caused the smile of the older brother to grow, not looking at his brother until he spoke. "Good thing she was there then."

"No wonder you two are called human Bludgers" The girl said finally, her voice soft. "That is this anyways?" she asked the twins, looking down at the fabric that knocked her back slightly. "Your Robes." George said as he parted from his brother and headed into the kitchen as the fireplace flared up again, revealing the Youngest Weasley boy and his black haired friend.

The remaining twin smiled at her, "You forgot to pick them up, so we brought them for you." He said, striding past her toward the stairs. "Come on, we still got quite a bit of time before dinner." He said as he hoped up every other step on the stairs. After a quick glance down at the cloth in her arms, she quickly followed the fiery haired boy up the winding stair case to his bedroom.

"Do you ever clean?"

"Not really"

"Obviously"

A simple smile was given to the Short spoken girl as she sat on his bed, the quilt with a hand full of F's on it, hidden within the mix matched fabric patterns. The twin's room wasn't exactly dirty, just cluttered. Ella leaned back, using her arms to support her weight as she calmly looked around the room while Fred was at one of the desks, shoveling some papers into a box before turning around to face her. "So…?" he asked her as he rested against the worn wood, looking at her, trying to get the girl's attention.

"Yes?" she asked, locking eyes with the boy across from her. "I got your letter the other day." Fred said as he managed to think of something as he held up the envelope she used to send it to him. "You like Sweets? It was kind of an experiment for different flavors, so we can make a new line of sweets." He said, crossing his arms as he talked, placing the paper back down onto the desk. "Well, if it's for flavor, I am willing to be your taste tester."

Mary-Ella didn't talk much, but what she said, she meant. Her words short and to the point, made it easier to communicate in her opinion. Again, the room fell quiet, though the lack of conversation was comfortable between them. Fred may be a prankster and spoke his mind, but the aura that Ella gave off silenced him; calmed him to a neutral state that not many people could do. The two stayed in their same positions for long moments, eyes locked in a silent conversation before the corners of her lips pointed up softly.

"Tell me again what the colors mean?" She asked.

Summer pixies rise from vast open fields just as summer ends. They change colors in regards to what the following seasons has in store. To each Person, the colors are different each color has a different meaning; depending on the person. It's my first time watching it; I hope I will be able to witness it.

Ella woke to being shaken slightly. There was hardly any light in the small room, making it hard to see. Slowly sitting up and running her long fingers through her should-blade length locks, letting her sight adjust to the dark, "Its time, come on." Ginny said as she put on the pair of shoes nearest her before happily hopping out the door. The hall was lit, as was the rest of the house, obviously, the Weasley's were use to this occasion. The two brunettes left in the room exchanged exhausted glances before forcing themselves up and out of bed.

Carefully the long legged girl made her way down the many steps to the final floor of the home and slid her feet across the floor. Wearing the knitted sweater and matching booties Molly had made her, and having the quilt she was using hanging around her shoulder she made her way out the door, and into the yard.

The second eldest girl didn't make it far out the door before whining and rubbing her eyes with the blanket. "We know it's early but this is when the come out." Voices said as the twins came up behind her. With heavy eyes, she looked back and forth between the two identical men at her sides. The Taller one on her left stepped in front and knelt down before her. "Come on. I'll carry you." He said. "Don't want mum's hand made booties to get a hole do you?" George asked, looking up over his shoulder to his class mate. His question made her carefully climb onto his back. After she was secured her arms around his neck, the boy stood and continued on his way to the group of people out in the field.

The Shorter twin walked with the same pace as his brother and stayed at his side. He didn't dare to glance over at his brother, or the young woman he was carrying. He obviously felt why his friend Ella was wearing both a sweater and a quilt, for a summer evening, it was rather cold. He tilted his head down to make sure he did not trip over any rock or step in any hole. Anonymously, his eyes glanced to his right. His chocolate orbs glided up the pale exposed flesh of the girl's legs from the dark red slippers up to her knee and to his brother's arm. He stopped there and looked forward once again.

"So what does it mean when you can't see them?" The soft tired voice of Ella asked as she turned her head to look at the other twin as they stopped walking. Family as formed a line, the three of them on the end, next to Ron and Harry. The Black haired boy also looked toward Fred at her question. Since Harry was raised by a muggel family, he is just as new to this experience as she was. "It depends" The older boy said with a shrug. "Usually means you can't see them." He said. "It's an old wives tale about the Colors of the Summer Pixies. They say they have meanings, but none of the so called fortunes come true." George said, not bothering to look back at anyone. "So, just watch, its more for fun than anything." Ronald added.

Ella tightened her arms slightly around George's neck as she rested her chin on her upper arm. "And it begins!" Arthur yelled from further down the line as rather loud rustling and rattling started from the thick tall grass around them. Within one large cloud, small beings, almost beetle-like rose from the grass and off into the Air. It took a long minute before one by one they light up as the sun peeked over the hills. As the sun rays bounced off the pixies, their bodies gave off an emerald green shine. "They're Blue, Neon Blue," Harry said, not taking his eyes off the site before him. "Lucky for you, I can't see them at all." Hermione said, from the other Side of Ron. "Emerald Green for me," The older girl said, turning to look down the line. She wondered what color the beetle type pixies were to every one else, and who else couldn't see them.

"For me as well," Fred said after a moment, then turning to look at her. Ella smiled for a moment at the shorter twin before looking down at the identical man carrying her on his back. "George?" she asked. He glanced back and popped her up "Orange" he said "Come on, lets head back inside. We start the new school year today." He said as he turned around and headed back into the warm house. "It's going to be a good year." Fred said from behind His twin and the Girl on his back. "It's our sixth year. This and next year then we'll be legal to us magic at any time, any where." Ella said, looking back at him "Just don't Over do it." She said with a faint giggle. She only received a smile from him.

"I can't guarantee anything." He said. "But I'll Try."