Author's Note: Hey everybody! I got 23 hits and 3 whole reviews in one day! I feel so loved. Hope you like this chapter better than the last; that was sort of an introductory chapter. No one guessed the names, so I'll just tell you. It was a pretty hard question. Elizabeth, Dashwood and Morland came from Jane Austen, my favorite author (Elizabeth Bennet- Pride and Prejudice, Elinor and Marianne Dashwood- Sense and Sensibility, and Catherine Morland- Northanger Abbey). Jim and Pam I got from The Office. Don't worry, reviewers, I'll still give you lollipops! hands cyber-lollipops to her 3 beloved reviewers You guys are my heroes!

The Forgotten Alchemist: I put a little more of Liz's character into this chapter. I think that the next chapter will really reveal a lot of her past, though. Elizabeth from Pirates of the Caribbean was a good guess, because I love those movies! I'm thinking about writing a fic about that next. Thanks for the review!

Katherine-The-Crowned: Now you can see if your guess was right. Hope you like this chapter!

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And now, for Chapter Two! Oh, I don't own Harry Potter. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. Or the name Chelsea Dagger. That belongs to The Fratellis (great band, listen to them. Maybe they won't mind me stealing the name if I promote them) Enjoy!

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Fred and George Weasley were sitting in the Great Hall, hardly able to eat through their laughter. There were some people were staring at them, but most were too used to the twins' jovial behavior to notice. A select few knew why exactly it was they were laughing; those people were similarly amused.

George looked up from the table to see Professor Dumbledore walking through the large doors straight towards the Gryffindor table. However, it was not Dumbledore that caught his eye. A beautiful girl a few years younger than him was timidly following the headmaster. She was very petite, probably no taller than 5'2". She was dressed in Muggle clothes: a pale pink sweater with a black skirt that almost reached her knees and tall stiletto heels which did not add much to her stature. As they approached the table, Fred looked up. The color drained from his face.

"Oh, crap. They brought out the big guns. Dumbledore himself!" Fred started looking around the hall, avoiding the headmaster's gaze. Lee Jordan broke into silent giggles. George continued to stare at the girl behind Dumbledore, not worrying about the punishment Fred thought was inevitable.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen--" Dumbledore started, but was cut off by a panicky Fred.

"We didn't do it, we swear! Ask anyone—well, maybe just Lee—we're totally innocent!"

"I highly doubt that, Mr. Weasley. However, this has nothing to do with the incident earlier today. I have no physical proof that it was indeed you that bewitched the suits of armor to burst into the classrooms and declare undying love for the teachers. Plus, I think it would be quite unfair to punish students for something that gave me the best laugh I've had in a long time." He leaned in closer and whispered with a small smile, "Especially a certain Potions professor's reaction."

The twins both grinned widely. Snape's reaction had indeed been side-splitting. They were quite certain, however, that it would not be quite as amusing if he found out who exactly had made the suit of armor attempt to passionately kiss him. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be terribly difficult to guess who the culprit was, and they had Potions in the afternoon. Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat to bring them out of their musings.

"The reason I wanted to talk to you was to ask you to do a favor for me. This is Elizabeth Dashwood. She will be transferring here from America next year. I hoped you two would be kind enough to show her around the castle this afternoon, as you two are quite the experts. I would, of course, let Professor Snape know that you would be missing his class on my orders." Fred's eyes lit up at the prospect of skipping Potions—with permission. George had clearly not heard a word that Dumbledore had said, being too focused on staring at Liz.

"We would be delighted to, Professor." Fred said quickly. He nudged George, who managed a small nod.

"Excellent! I must go talk to her aunt and uncle now. Would you show her around until dinnertime? There is quite enough of Hogwarts to last that long, at least." Dumbledore smiled as he walked off, leaving Liz with the twins.

"I'm Fred Weasley, and this dunderhead is my brother, George." Fred said after an awkward silence.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Liz."

"Right, then, let's go, shall we?" Fred said as he led her and George to the doors of the Great Hall.

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Liz appraised the twins silently as they left the hall. They were quite cute, truth be told. And they were very friendly, Fred more than George. Fred was doing all the talking. But maybe George was just shy. Or a mute. Liz suddenly thought with a smile that Chelsea Dagger, her best friend from Chicago, would have thrown herself all over the twins—didn't really matter which one—if she had been there.

Liz thoughts wandered to home. She had been top of the class in the Chicago Institute, easily getting all A's without much study. She got bored quickly, even when she took all of the advanced classes that the school had to offer. It wasn't that the Institute was a bad school; it was just that she needed more of a challenge. That's why she decided to write to Hogwarts, the best wizarding school in the world. She hadn't expected much, she had just wanted to try. She had been floored when she had received an owl from Professor Dumbledore setting up the meeting today.

Fred caught Liz's attention again with his fake tour guide voice. He was still having fun with that, even though they had been wandering for over half and hour.

"And to your left, you can see the Charms classroom. In the Charms classroom, Charms class is held. The ghosts of 42 students who were brutally murdered by a golf club-wielding psycho still reside in that room."

"Really?"

Fred smiled. "No. I was just making sure you were listening. Over here, we have . . ."

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While Fred was leading Liz around and telling her about the school, George walked behind silently. Liz was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, but unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to talk to her, either. Every time he tried, his mouth would go dry and his mind would go blank. Everything about her was perfect, from her silky brown hair to her vast green eyes.

Fred noticed his brother's enamor with a small smirk. He had an idea. A wonderful, sinister idea.

"Aw, crap," he exclaimed during the middle of his explanation of the Potions dungeon. "I've just remembered I have a four foot essay due for McGonagall tomorrow morning and I haven't started on it."

"What are you talking about? We didn't get an essay." George finally spoke confusedly.

"Er, I got an extra assignment about the proper use of magic for transfiguring Angelina's robes into—well, never mind. The point is I have to go. George, maybe you can continue showing Liz about."

"But--"

"Sorry, Liz. It was really nice to meet you!" Fred yelled behind him as he ran off, crying in laughter. He only wished he could watch the rest of the tour.