Looking up at the extremely pink lady who was currently talking to the student-body about nothing and everything, it dawned on George that this year would not turn out in their favour. It was quite clear that the ministry intended to take over Hogwarts, which basically meant: no more fun.

The very idea of having this woman as their DADA professor for the rest of the year, made George dread having to go to what previously had been one of the more interesting classes that the school had to

offer. Not that he'd paid much attention anyway. It might be interesting, but pranking with Fred had always been higher on his list of priorities.

Looking sideways at his twin, George saw that Fred was coming to the same conclusions on his own. Sparing a short glance between them, Fred gave him a large grin and raised his eyebrows, clearly communicating: "what a bitch, eh?" to his brother.

George grinned back and decided to spend his time looking around the Great Hall, it was certainly more interesting than what the Ministry-Lady had to say.

Looking down the Gryffindor table it became apparent that he wasn't the only one who had gotten that idea. Most of the students where staring blankly out into space, while others had decided to at least try and listen to her, most of them looking either bored out of their minds or confused, his younger brother Ron was one of the latter. The only one at the table who seemed to really follow what was being said was Hermione, who was frowning and looking very concerned.

Looking around the rest of the Great Hall several things caught George eyes. Malfoy, who was currently whispering to one of his goons with a condescending smirk on his face, George assumed that Malfoy was happy as long as everybody else were miserable so obliviously he would enjoy this, that Cho Chang girl who has currently exchanging goofy looks with one of his girlfriends. It seemed that not even the Ravenclaws seemed interested in what was being said. However, next to Cho sat a petit blonde girl, who George recalled seeing his sister talking to a few times before.

She was quite pretty. Her dirty-blond hair seemed to go on forever, and her massive silvery-grey eyes were glued to Umbridge, as if she was hanging on to every word.
As far as George recalled, Ginny had said that she was "quite a sweet girl, though she lived in her own world" and this was very clear as he studied her.

Behind her ear was her wand, presumably for safe keeping, she had two, rather large, radish earrings, one in each ear, a butterbeer cap necklace, and already, her jumper seemed to be missing. It was quite clear that this girl was one of a kind.

Turning once again to his brother George whispered:

"Freddie, do you remember that weird family that lives on the hill not far from us?"

His brother furrowed his eyebrows,

"You know.. That one with the girl around Ginny's age, what's her name again?"

"Oh right, Luna-something, Loony Luna. She's bonkers!" he answered with a grin;

"Yeah, I've heard, but so are we Forge!" he answered with a somewhat forced grin, a bit uncertain why it bothered his hearing his twin use the mean nickname that the Ravenclaws had made up for Luna. Most likely because she's Ginny's friend, and Ginny wouldn't like it if she heard us talking that way about her friends. He concluded, putting it out of his mind.

"We sure are Gred, but why do you ask anyway?"

Why did he ask? George wondered. He'd never shown any particular interest in Ginny's friends before, why now?

"I'm bored I guess"

"Don't worry brother, can't be long till Pinky's done, and then we party!" Fred answered perhaps a little to loudly, gesturing wildly around him.

"It's our last year brother" he continued, swinging his arm around George "and I intend to go out with a bang!"