So what I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't need you

"Roxy... what in Merlin's name are you doing?"

The dark haired girl jumped down from her bed, looking panicked. It wasn't like she was doing anything rude. It was embarrassing though. Who wanted to be walked in on whilst singing and dancing to a muggle song?

"Shut up or I'll tell mother about Lavender!" Roxanne snapped, sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl looked everywhere but at her older brother who remained in the doorway looking rather stunned.

"How did you- You wouldn't!"

A grin curled Roxanne's lips and there was no need to look so awkward. Her dark brown eyes met his. He looked just as awkward as she had moments before. "Fred, we have a load of cousins with us at Hogwarts. Do you really think none of them will see you hanging around with your girlfriend?"

"Just 'cause you haven't got one."

There was more implied with those words that caused a silence. Both looked angrily at eachother, as if they were about ready to pounce and fight. This wasn't rare though. They'd often argue and fight like this. They'd threaten eachother, announce that their secrets would be out but it was never the case. They were sister and brother after all. They'd soon be working together to prank a cousin or someone.

"Fred, I told you to tell her breakfast is ready! Both of you, get down here now!"

Both of them rolled their eyes at their Mother's shout. Angelina was an amazing woman, more like a sister than a mother most of the time, but you didn't want to get on the wrong side of her. Roxanne jumped up, pushing a hand through her short, dark and messy hair before she led the way downstairs and to the smell of cooking bacon.

"Morning Dad," Roxanne greeted, kissing the cheek of the man who wasn't huddled over some newspaper like most fathers- no, George Weasley was working on an invention. "Morning Mum," she added, kissing Angelina's cheek. She was otherwise preoccupied as she tried to get her trainers on, do a bit of cleaning and did the cooking.

"Here, let me get that," Fred said with a shake of his head. The tall boy took control of the cooking with an amused grin. Roxanne decided to keep an eye on him... still, she needed a glass of milk... she grabbed the milk and poured a glass which she then took a sip of.

Roxanne was just about aware of a loud 'pop', crash of the glass and then some angry words from her Mother along with some laughter from both Fred and George. Was she shrinking, too? Yes, the floor was coming up to meet her... she didn't like the sound of this but didn't seem to be able to find the words to speak. Finally, she brought her hand towards her. Only, it wasn't a hand- a fin?

"YOU'VE TURNED MY DAUGHTER INTO A PENGUIN?"