A/N: Believe it or not this idea didn't come from Sex and the City, I promise. There is a book called 'Chloe does Yale' and it's hilarious. I've always wondered about the other organizations and clubs at Hogwarts, the books focus on the trio so much that JKR didn't get a chance to delve into the daily lives of the school's more…normal…students.

So this is my take on the rest of the populace, revolving around Fred and George and their circle of friends. (I'm kind of in love with the Weasley twins) I know the prologue doesn't feature any of the familiar characters yet, but give this a fair shake and go onto Chapter 1 before you give up on me! Without further ado here it is!

Prologue: Love and the Empty Broom Closet

The sheet of parchment in front of me was still blank. Absently and irritably I tapped the tip of my quill against the side of the ledge I inhabited. I had been trying to write for close to two hours and nothing of use was coming at all. Sooner or later an idea would come to me and then I wouldn't be kicking myself for procrastinating to the very last minute. Then again maybe it would be fun to miss my first deadline of the year just to make Haynes mad.

Rolling my eyes I shifted and pushed my skirt further off my long legs, I was determined to soak up at much sun as humanly possible before leaving in two days. The very idea of leaving my little slice of heaven behind was an unhappy one. My sisters and I had been in Crete with family for close to a month and I didn't want to leave yet.

Letting my eyes wander to the narrow street sprawling below my perch I watched the sparse traffic filter through. Just a kilometer or two away was the shoreline, the smooth pebbles infused with the soft sand leading straight into clear blue water. I had spent many nights out on the shore with various family members and new friends enjoying the mild weather next to bonfires with wine and a few attractive Grecian men playing guitars. As the thought of Greek boys crossed my mind I watched as a pair of them shuffled through the alley, carrying what looked to be a heavy crate. They both wore short-sleeved shirts and I could see the muscles in their arms bulging from the effort.

Was it I or did the temperature rise a few degrees? Smiling a little to myself I took the time to ogle a little longer as they went by. After all, what else was a girl to do when bored and stuck with writer's block on an island of pure sun and ocean? I was only human after all.

"Kate are you done writing yet? That stupid owl Haynes sent has been pecking poor Chaplain to near death!" A voice drifted over the large patio attached to the house we'd been staying in. Switching the gears of my attention I swung around to see a petite girl with her hands on her hips.

Cara, my little sister, clearly wasn't pleased that I'd been sunbathing all afternoon while she'd been putting up with Elise's sunburn and our grandmother's nagging about eating more and shopping less. Biting my lip I held back the several comments I could have given her about the owl attacking her bad natured cat. Instead I shrugged her off. "No not yet."

Ever stubborn, she crossed the space between us and her brows snapped together when she regarded my parchment. "You told me you had an idea and were going to get this out of the way within an hour." Her voice was accusing and she was of course dead on. "You haven't the slightest clue as to what you're going to talk about do you?" Coldness seeped into the edges of her normally very placid voice.

"So I lied a little. I do promise that as soon as I have an idea I'll have it done within an hour." My defense was going nowhere with my shrewd sibling. Sighing she threw her shining blonde curls so they cascaded down her back. My sister was stunning, a fact she was completely oblivious to. Clumsily she hauled herself up onto the ledge, almost losing her balance and tumbling onto the patio's flag stoned floor. Fortunately for me her clumsiness seemed to balance out some of her classic good looks. "I just have no clue how to kick the year off," I muttered.

"Write about summer love, duh," she offered and stretched her arms over her head.

Sighing I shook my head. "No I wrote about that at the start of last year. I can't do two in a row, people would start to notice."

Cara chewed her pink lip for a moment, contemplating my words and I leaned my head against the brick column behind me that supported the gate entry to my grandmother's house. It wasn't like I hadn't been thinking about what to talk about, I had. Every time I rounded a new subject it either seemed ridiculous, non-applicable or the idea delved way too far into my own personal life. Those three things had managed to keep my more wild and inappropriate ideas at bay but this time around I was getting desperate. Idea block had never been this bad before.

"So try a different angle? You're going to eventually have to re-evaluate the same situation from different perspectives Kate. There are only so many subjects you can talk about." Cara, being a Ravenclaw, was always too observant and smart for her own good. "Didn't you owl with anyone over the summer?"

Nodding I fiddled with the rope bracelet on my wrist. "Of course I did, I've talked to everyone. Jennelyn is stuck in France and Alicia and Angelina were at training camp all summer. Lee was working a part time job, I even heard from Fred and George who have been working toward their future," I added and smiled a little to myself as I regarded my best friends. All of us had split up this summer with no time to meet before we boarded the train to school.

"Anything good from them?" Cara persisted.

Shaking my head I held up my hands to ward off that line of inquiry. "I promised all of them when I took this on that I wouldn't write about them. And I intend to keep that promise." I replied and sighed. "But wouldn't that make it so much easier?" I said more to myself than her and then looked down at my parchment. Sometimes my friends were incredibly unaware as to how good the material they gave me was. It was a shame that I was completely unable to use their drama.

Cara toyed with a single curl while she tried to wrack her brain for something to help me. She'd done this last year too, but unfortunately her intelligence was geared more towards politics and Arithmacy equations, not the nuances of Hogwarts' social web. "You know Haynes might not mind if you don't make this deadline, his asking you to be ready in time for the first issue is a stretch."

Laughing I reached forward and wrapped my hands around my ankles. "Right! But you know Ian, as soon as I refused to let him under my skirt we became all business."

It was Cara's turn to giggle; she wasn't completely immune to the opposite sex. "I still can't believe you said no. God if Ian Haynes walked up to me and said he wanted to shag on Snape's desk I'd do it in a heartbeat." Rolling my eyes I tipped myself forward enough to swat her.

Ian Haynes was the editor of the Hogwarts Herald, the completely student run newspaper. Ian Haynes also happened to be one of the best looking boys in the entire school. Of course I had gone through my crush on him, we'd even made out a few times in an abandoned classroom my fourth year but we were way beyond that now. To me Ian was a good friend and my editor, nothing less and usually nothing more. Both our professional goals were to write for major papers or magazines and have our work syndicated across the world. That had built the basis for our friendship, and also was how he pulled me into my current line of writing.

"I rue the day Ian talked me into writing this stupid column." I groaned and tapped my quill against the stone again.

Rolling her eyes, Cara crossed her arms moodily over her chest. "Oh please you love writing the romance column. How else could you discretely vent gossip to the school and stand on your soapbox on all things social and dramatic?"

Tilting my head I squinted my eyes a little as a grin found my features. "A bit yeah. But I really hate not knowing what to write! Surely there has to be a good topic to discuss."

"It's romance Kate, how hard can it be to find something sex related to talk about?" She wondered out loud. Absently she fiddled with the thin gold necklace that ringed her tan neck. "What was last year's back to school column about?"

"Keeping your summer romance alive. I talked about flirting via letters, sneaking midnight fire conversations and arranging holiday plans. Most of it was about enjoying the summer until the bitter end," I explained and chewed my lip.

Nodding, my little sister dropped her chin to her chest as she let the words tumble around in her brilliant brain. I'm not exactly sure how Cara does it, but she manages to look drop dead gorgeous even when thinking too hard. "Well," she drawled. "Why would you want to be attached to someone you can't even see in person? It's hard to make out with someone in the fourth floor empty Arithmacy room if you don't have your other half."

And just like that the green sparks shot off in my brain, lighting up the entire realm of possibilities. "Oh My God! Of course Cara you're a genius!" I cried. "Who wants to pine away over tan and delicious you skinny dipped with in the ocean when you could be getting hot and heavy against the quidditch lockers with that hot chaser in Hufflepuff!" Reaching out I threw my arms around her neck.

In a single motion we both lost balance and crashed onto the patio, both of us shrieking in laughter. "You know I've been told I'm the clumsy one, I think people really overlook you sometimes," she teased, struggling to her feet. "Now finish your article!"

Grinning widely I raised my hand to give a cheeky salute. "Yes sir!" I cried and she rolled her eyes in a despairing motion. Turning back to my parchment I picked up my quill and pressed it to the paper. Carefully I wrote out the scrawling title of the Herald's bi-weekly romance column.

'Love and the Empty Broom Closet'

So I hope you enjoyed, this was a lot of fun to write! Next chapter will feature all the favorites and familiars I promise! Please review and share your thoughts/opinions/criticisms!