Oh my gosh, it's been so long. Like what, a month and a half? Ugh, school...

Anyway, here's the latest chapter of Sometimes Opposites Attract. And in this chapter we meet Fred and George! Yay! So, enjoy and review! Thanks!


The weeks before she started school were nerve racking. Pippa spent much of her time pacing back in forth in her new room, imagining all the things she'd learn and all the new people. She'd gotten many letters from Leo, all asking the same thing. 'It's been a long time, Pip. When do ya think you'll be home?' She didn't have the heart to tell him that she wouldn't be home until next summer so she always avoided the topic and asked what he'd been doing. She just prayed with all her heart he wouldn't be a Squib, so he could come live with them, too.

Other than Leo, there wasn't much else she missed about her old home. Aunt Nola was a wonderful lady, so unlike her brother. She took Pippa shopping for her new school supplies, treated her like a daughter, and even knew not to call her Philippa. Pippa hardly ever left the house without her aunt, beside Nola's urging to look around and try to meet new friends. Truth be told, there weren't many houses around other than a large, tall house, that looked as if it would fall over with the blowing of the wind. Reading and drawing, although her favorite things to do, got old when there was a whole new world to discover.

'And today,' Pippa decided to herself, 'I am going for a walk, and maybe I'll meet whoever lives in that peculiar house.'

She trod down Nola's creaky old stairs and pulled in her shoes before stepping outside. The humidity immediately struck her and her long black hair immediately stuck to her neck. Dust billowed from the dry lane and as Pippa spotted a small pond up a ways, she decided it was an obvious destination.

The pond was green with algae and the plants around it drooped slightly, but Pippa thought it was lovely. It was so unlike anything she'd ever seen in her stuffy London apartment. The young witch recalled her parents always questioning why people would want to live out in the country, so far from work and the pollen would undoubtedly aggravate your allergies. But surely, her parents had never actually been out of the city if that was what they thought.

Pippa sat down on a log, enjoying the blissful peace, thinking about how many things her parents didn't understand and her new life. After a while, she wondered if she should run back to the house and grab a book or a notebook, when she heard a rustling in the bushes. Pippa spun around to see where the noise came from. Wild animals, rabid or not, will always harm you, she recalled her parents saying, another reason to live in the city. She turned cautiously and looked, trying to see past the prickly branches. She didn't see anything, but the thought of the wild made her nervous, so she began to sit up, but she couldn't budge. The rustling got louder and louder, coming closer, and she was just about to scream, when two messy heads of red hair popped out of the bushes. They were boys, twins it looked like, about her age.

"Hello, there. Haven't seen you around before," the one on the left said.

"Seems you've gotten yourself stuck," the right one said with a grin.

Pippa's face flushed and she looked down. "Well, yes, I guess I have," she mumbled, pulling at her skirt.

"Looks like you've sat in some magic Binding glue. Strongest sticking glue in the world, did you know?" The boys started walking closer to her and Pippa kept her head down, not sure which one had spoken.

"Can only be broken by the unbinding charm. Not sure how the glue got there, though."

"You two are wizards?" Pippa looked up now and studied their faces, wondering if there was anyway to distinguish witches and wizards from 'muggles' as everyone seemed to call them.

"Um, well, that depends," the left one said, turning to his brother.

"I'm a witch. Muggle-born, as you seem to call us," Pippa answered, to curious to be shy.

"Muggle-born! Explains why we haven't seen you around. Where do you live?" They walked closer to her and the one on the right began to sit down.

"Don't sit!" Pippa and the left boy exclaimed. He was already sitting now, however, and he gave them a puzzled look, before remembering the glue.

"Fred, you idiot!" The other boy exclaimed. Pippa turned her head to face the one now called Fred and saw his face turning red.

"Well, since you're wizards, can't you just do the unbinding charm?" Pippa asked.

"Hm, that's the trouble," Fred mumbled. "Uh, since we're underaged wizards, we can't do magic outside of school. Actually, we haven't even started school. We'll be first years come a couple of weeks. I assume you're a first year two since-" Pippa cut off his chatter with a glare.

"So, we're both first years, we can't do magic, and we're stuck on this log. How are we going to get unstuck?!" she demanded, too angry now to be timid. "How did the glue even get here? The strongest glue in the world doesn't just appear on a log!"

"Look, Fred, you can tell her and I'll go get mum and have her unstick you two," the twin jogged off, looking oddly relieved to leave Fred to the talking.

Pippa turned to him and and he had a startled look on his face. It was quite funny, seeing him flustered. She'd always been the shy girl and now in the magical world, she's already intimidated two boys. "So?" Pippa questioned, eyebrows raised. "I won't be mad, seeing it's pretty obvious you two had something to do with this and we won't permanently be stuck to a log. Right?"

"Well, I guess. So, you see, we special ordered this glue from the joke shop in Hogsmeade," Pippa gave him a puzzled look at the word Hogsmeade, "Right, new to magic. You'll see when we get to Hogwarts. So, we got the glue and we were trying to get our git of a brother Percy up here. We thought it would be funny, him being stuck here. Not a very well thought out prank, now that I think of it. But then you got stuck and… Yeah, I think you know the rest."

Pippa pretended to be mad but ended up laughing. "Not the best prank, truthfully. I hope you've done better."

"Oh, so you're an expert at pranks, you are! Well-" he stopped and looked at her, "Well, isn't this odd. Two people stuck on a log and I don't know your name."

"Pippa," she said, sticking out her hand for him to shake. "Well, actually it's Phillipa but no one calls me that except my parents. And you're Fred and your brother's name was?"

"George. Well, that's his name. Mine is, in fact, Fred. So, Pippa, how come we've never met? I don't remember seeing any for sale signs around. Well, not many people live around here actually."

Pippa explained how she found out she was a witch and her moving to her Aunt Nola's house.

"Ah, Nola Perlman. I remember her, lives up the road just a bit. Used to give us cookies when we were young but we haven't visited her in a while. Didn't know she had a brother," said Fred.

Pippa was going to answer when she saw George trudging up the hill with a plump, rather angry looking woman with flaming hair.

"George Weasley, you and your brother! Why, why can't you two just do regular activities! You like Quidditch, why can't you play that instead of pulling your pranks and really, gluing little girls to logs?" the woman, her face now as red as her hair.

"Ah, well, that's my mum, if the hair didn't tell you. She'll be quite upset, so don't be afraid. We're used to it but you seem quite good so," Fred mumbled, not as calm as he tried to seem.

Mrs. Weasley, although still mad, smiled when she saw Pippa. "Looks like you've gotten yourself in some trouble with the Weasley boys, love. And something tells me it won't be the last time," she said with a wink.