"Okay, I get it." Alina mumbled, whirling from the counter, receipt for their books still in hand. She heaved the two huge bags over shoulder, throwing a glance at Ruby. Ruby raised her eyebrows, but didn't say a thing. "You're still mad at me." Alina sighed.

"At least the brain damage wasn't permanent." Ruby huffed, wrenching the receipt from her sister, folding it neatly to put in her pocket.

"Come again?" Alina said, glaring at her twin.

"Well, you must've been suffering from temporary retardation...or insanity. Agreeing to go out with two guys we don't know?"

"First off, I know George, so you're wrong there." Alina held up two fingers, "Second, it'll be good for us! An actual date? With actual people! Which we need. I mean, this hasn't exactly been the best summer of our lives..."

"Now who's doing the weird list thing..." Ruby mumbled, twisting her fingers, but she nodded in agreement. "Do you think... Do you think she's ok now? Do you think she's happy now?"

Alina's breath caught. Ruby had flat out refused to talk about their aunt since her funeral. They may be twins, but the girls are wildly different. Alina knows everyone has their own mourning process, but wanted to help her sister break out from her shell, "I... like to think so Ruby. She... has to be."

Ruby paused, "So do you think we should go change?" She said, changing the subject as she eyed her self in the store window.

"No way, we look fantastic. No reason to put too much effort into them."

Ruby clicked her tongue, "They could at least have the tact to be on time." Ruby glanced at her muggle watch. It was seven fifty-seven, and the terror twins were no where to be seen.

Alina rolled her eyes, "They've got three minutes, chill. Not everyone is anal about being on time like you."

"They obviously don't care that I am hungry and fading away."

"Shocker." Alina laughed, "But I'm getting hungry too. This place better have some decent freaking food. I'm not too thrilled with this bullshit Severus keeps trying to feed us."

"Oh my god. Remember that cabbage shit he tried to feed us on our first day here?" Ruby wrinkled her nose at the thought.

"I don't think I've ever seen a girl do that so adorably." Came a voice from behind them. The girls turned to see the Weasley twins.

George was easily recognized, as he was wearing the same clothes as before, but Fred had changed into a button down maroon shirt.

Ruby raised an eyebrow, "Charming. Thanks." But did't move and remained still, unlike her sister. Alina bounded forward, wrapping her arms around George's neck, "I'm really glad to see you again." He smelled like her favorite muggle cologne.

"Likewise," George replied, smiling at her, making her swoon. 'Damn' She thought, 'He's cute.

George offered his arm, "Shall we?" Alina happily took a hold and followed him to a booth near the back. The four sat down, twin across from twin. Not even a moment to speak, Tom was next to the table, "Drink order?" He asked, setting down menus.

The girls grinned at each other, "Um... Some waters, and a bottle of rum?"

Tom nodded, "And the usual for the Weasley's?"

Alina smiled as Tom walked away, "Awesome!"

"Hell yea." Ruby replied, with a smile. She caught Fred's eye, but quickly looked back to her sister, turning a faint red.

George grinned, "The problem with Americans," He started, putting his arm around Alina in a not so subtle way, "is that you're all lightweights."

"The problem is this countries road system." Ruby snapped, folding her arms to her, "You know you're on the wrong side of the road, right? And don't even get me started on your muggle money."

"It's not that bad Ruby," Alina responded, happily leaning into George, "The problem is that you're hellbent on finding something wrong with everything."

"Actually," Fred chimed in, "The problem with life is that there is no background music."

Ruby snorted, and before she could stop her self, was laughing loudly at the simple joke. Fred laughed too, looking hopefully at Ruby. Soon all for of them were laughing, and Ruby was feeling a bit more relaxed when Tom rounded the corner, dropping off the drinks.

Alina rubbed her hands together, and started pouring everyone a shot.

"What to eat, then?"

Ruby spoke up first, "A cheese burger for me-"

"The same," Alina added, "With the works-"

"Ditto, but no mustard-"

"And don't skimp on those fries!"

"I think you mean chips, but yea, what she said."

Fred and George were laughing, "The same."

As Tom walked away to fill their order, Alina happily pushed the shots toward the boys, and picked up hers. Her and Ruby lifted their shots, downed them, slammed the glasses on the table, and barked loudly. Already feeling the alcohol, the girls giggled.

"You're turn!" Alina exclaimed.

"Come on, it's tradition." Ruby said, softly nudging Fred in the side.

He sighed, and lifted his own shot. Soon the bottle was just about gone, along with their food, and not even the pitcher of water could sober the girls up. The tables surrounding them had cleared out due to barking (But the girls will later claim it was because it was late).

Alina and Ruby were drunk, on the sweet hazy cloud between rational thought and wanting more alcohol, but they were managing to carry on half-way decent conversations with Fred and George despite their tipsiness. "I think, George," Fred said, pointing to Ruby, who was licking the inside of the shot glass, "that they're drunk...should we take them back to our place to sober up?"

"Fuck that, it's summer!" Alina pouted, "We've barley gone out." Alina smiled at George, "We should get more alcohol. You've got a good stereo system, right?"

"We've got a clock radio." George shrugged in reply.

"That is not a problem!" Ruby said, throwing the last of her chips in her mouth, "After a few spells, we'll have that thing kickin'!

"Well...it IS Friday night, George." Fred said. There was no doubt that he was hoping to use this time that Ruby wasn't defensive to get to know her a bit better, or at least get her to like him more.

George grinned. "Fine. I'll take Alina back to the flat, you and Ruby go get some more of the stuff from Tom. He should give you a good deal." George helped Alina out of the booth, and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady. He managed to get her outside with only a few stumbles, but he leaned up against a streetlight pole to catch his breath for a moment.

"Whoa." Alina mumbled, "You're like.. hot." She forcefully threw her arms around his neck.

"Um.. thanks." George put his hands on her hips, if only to keep to her steady. He wasn't use to girls, drunk or not, being so aggressive with him.

"No.." Alina slurred, leaning closer to him, "You're suppose say 'You're hot too,'"

"Oh." George smiled at her. She was rather cute was intoxicated, "You're hot too Alina."

"That's better." She said, and she lifted herself to her tip toes to press her lips, albeit sloppily, to George's.