Hullo :) Another chapter, I probs won't update everyday, but I'll do my best just to update when I can, and for Mysterious Wats... I still don't know, I kinda ran myself into a hole... :( Anyways...here ya go :)

"Um...what can't be?" asked Kara, as she pulled off her hunting hat, and studied it intently in her palms. "Sorry about running into you like that." She said, as she gave them a soft smile. Her mismatched eyes looking after them intently, so they were twins. She had never really seen a pair of identical twins before…fraternal sure, but never identical. She glanced between them, if she ever found herself hanging out with the lot, she'd have to learn how to tell them apart. It must have hurt their feelings when people mistook them for the other. She knew that it would have bothered her greatly…but she herself didn't have any siblings. Of course like anybody that had never had a sibling of their own before, she just wanted to at least try…having an older brother or something. Younger siblings, yeah no thanks.

They looked a bit like they were having a stare at her, and she couldn't imagine why. Well…she had just run headlong into the two of them, flung them accidently into a bank of snow and lured over a batch of idiots from her school. Those two smaller guys were virtually powerless, but the powerhouses had no brains without the other ones.

"Um…I'll get back at them, I'll just chuck a few firecrackers into their lockers after the holidays are over." She muttered, unsure what these two really wanted.

The twins started laughing at this.

"Really? Can we help?" Fred asked. George laughed when he saw Kara's eyes widen. "Im serious, we have a few jokes we could test on them." he added.

"Yeah, we are the owners of probably one of the most popular joke shops in London." George said, waving his hand in the air dramatically. "Also, even though I highly doubt it, we think you are the long lost witch of our generation. The story goes that every other generation, there is a witch or wizard who doesn't receive their full powers and someone from that generation must find them and train them. Fred and I have been looking for that person ever since we found out that it was someone from our age line." George explained.

"The only way we can be totally sure is if you come with us." Fred added, holding out his arm, for the girl. "Oh wait! Gred we are sooo dumb, we haven't introduced ourselves." Fred said, face-palming himself.

"Ah well then, I Gred and this is Forge, or you can call us Fred and George." George said bowing deeply as his twin did. "Now then, come with us, we need to check if you are the "Chosen one," mind you we already have one...but thats besides the point."

Kara's face was a mix of something she couldn't quite show…mostly surprise, and then…was that curiosity? She couldn't really be all that sure, but she knew that she wanted to go with them. She got a strange feeling when she was around those two…like they were like she knew them, maybe from a long time ago. Or maybe it was just the feeling of meeting somebody that was more like you than anybody else you ever knew.

"Alright…I'll give." She said, "We'll go see if I'm the witch you're talking about…" she said, half not sure if she should believe what the lot of them were telling her. Didn't they tell her that they liked to play pranks. And apparently they had a joke shop in London…well she wouldn't know, Ireland was a tad bit off from there. In distance at least, for wizards it seemed extremley close, consiering the fact that all they had to do was apparate or jump into a fireplace with some floo powder.

Kara held out a hand to each of them and shook, "My name is Kara Trent…it's I suppose it's an honor to meet you." She said, as she gave them a soft smile. Shaking their hands vigorously, with the firm handshake that most girls her age lacked. Letting go she took the arm that Fred offered her, and cocked her head to the side. "Where exactly are we going to find out?" she asked, wondering where you could prove if somebody was a witch or not.

She hoped though…that if it ended up she wasn't what they were looking for, that they wouldn't feel the need to just never speak to her again.

p.s- The lines represent the changing of writers, I'm writing as the twins, my friend is Kara.