AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's me again, and I'm here with another challenge. This one is a million times harder than anything that I've ever done, so bear with me. The challenge calls for me to write 366 one-shots about a given word. So that means there should be one per day; however, I'm probably not gonna be able to do that. I'll probably add seven chapters on one day, so that I can read over them and spell check and stuff. So that also means that there are going to 365 more of these, so review and all that jazz. Oh and the title has nothing to do with the stories. It's just the song that I was listening to when I saved the document to my computer.

DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Harry Potter.

Word: novation: the introduction of something new; innovation

Genre: Family

Characters: Fred. George, and Ginny Weasley

Word Count: 885

The two boys sat in their bedroom staring at the blank piece of parchment between them. The twins were sitting on their respective beds in the room and staring down at the floor. The shades on the window where drawn and the only light in the room was admitted from the lamp on the table. Ginny, the youngest Weasley and only daughter, had come by the room a half an hour ago and announced that it was time for dinner. However, the twins hadn't spoken a single syllable to her; they only stared at the parchment on the floor between their beds. Annoyed with the lack or response, Ginny walked away. Their mother had come up a few moments later, waving a spoon around as she told the boys to come to dinner. However, she received the same response that Ginny did. Knowing that it had to be something important if they were skipping dinner, their mother allowed the twins to continue in their silence.

"Gred," Forge said, officially breaking the silence. "I got nothing."

"Forge," Gred responded, "neither do I."

The silence engulfed the room again. The boys were having a nearly impossible time of coming up with something to add to their inventory. They had created the Skiving Snackbox which contained: Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles. Those where the twins best sellers, everyone at Hogwarts loved them. However, they couldn't open a Joke Shop based off four products, although they were four bloody brilliant products. They needed something new. Something fresh.

"You know," Ginny voice said from the doorway. It took a moment before the twins noticed that she was talking to them. They turned their blue eyes to her in unison and waited for her to continue her sentence. She was leaning against the doorframe in a pair of stripped pajama pants and a white tank top with her fiery red hair tied into a high and messy bun. "You know," she started again, "you have things that appeal to the male portion of the population. They are the ones that are more likely to buy the get out of class box." She'd coined that name for the Skiving Snackbox when they told her about it. "Girls probably won't buy that. We don't like that kind of thing."

"What are you getting at Ginny?" Fred asked, running his fingers through his red hair.

"I would like a Puffskien," she said with a thoughtful look on her face. "They're a little big too carry around though. Maybe if, there was a way that it could be smaller." She scratched her cheek and rolled her eyes. She turned away from her brothers and scoffed. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to see if there's a spell to make this pimple go away." As she walked off down the corridor, she shouted over her shoulder, "I hope that was helpful."

Fred and George sat looking at one another. What was she getting at? A small Puffskien? Getting rid of pimples? What did that have anything to do with...

"Ginny, you're a genius!" The twins shouted in unison. "You're a wonderful witch."

"I know," Ginny responded from the room above theirs.

"We can breed Puffskeins and then shrink them, so that they are miniature," George said, rolling off his bed and writing the idea down.

"We can make something to cover pimples, or anything really," Fred added as he watched his brother scribble the ideas on to the paper. "We'll call the collection," Fred paused and thought for a moment. "We'll call it WonderWitch."

"That's a wonderful novation," George cried as he scribbled the name of the product line on the top of the paper. "We have Miniature Puffskiens and Disappearing Pimples."

"That's a mouthful," Fred said. "How about Pygmy Puffs and Twenty-Second Pimple Vanisher." George scrunched his nose at the last name, signaling his dislike for it. "Ten-Second Pimple Vanisher."

"That's better."

"Ginny, we have something for you," the twin called from the back yard. Ginny poked her head out of her window and a skeptical look on her face. "You'll like it," the called. The skeptical look never left her face; however, she told them she'd be right down.

It had been a month since Ginny had become the founder of WonderWitch products that would be sold at the Joke Shop. The twins worked day and night in their room on the Pygmy Puffs and Ten-Second Pimple Vanisher. They even took turns sleeping. There were many explosions, and oversized Puffskeins. However, they'd finally perfected it.

"What's up?" Ginny questioned wiping an apple on her shirt as she exited the house.

"We would like you to have the first pick at Pygmy Puffs," Fred said as the twins stepped aside to revel a cage of several Pygmy Puffs. The creatures ranged from light pink to dark purple.

"Aw, they're adorable," Ginny cooed as she walked to the cage and grabbed a purple one. "I want this one. His name with be Arnold."

"We just wanted to say thank you for helping us," George said, draping his arm around his sister's shoulders.

"Well, that's what sisters are for, right?" she questioned as she took a bit from her apple.

"Right!" Fred and George answered in unison.