*Great Hall, the next morning*

George watches helplessly as Vee enters the Great Hall. He also continues to watches her back-side as she glides over to the Sytherin table.

*Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap*

As George, Harry, Ron, and Fred all get slapped upside the head by Hermione and Ginny. "Oy what was that for?" Ron exclaims. Hermione takes a seat next to him and huffs as she pulls out one of her textbooks. "You guys were making it more than obvious that you were staring at her backside, idiots" Ginny says with a laugh. "Hey I take full responsibility for my actions and I will receive my punishments as you see just" Harry says leaning backwards his eyes locked on Ginny's. Ginny blushes and Ron nudges Harry in the ribs smirking. "Ugh you guys have become disgusting ever since you started dating" Fred says throwing a muffin at Ginny. George laughs half-heartedly since he already resumed his eyes upon Vee again. Wow she does not look happy George thinks staring at her. He watches she as you glares at everyone and barely touchs her food. She talks very little and shoot down Malfoy again. George imagines himself throwing his fist up in the air in celebration because she shot Malfoy down.

"Well I can imagine that he will become a stalker once he leaves Hogwarts right Fred?" someone says "Obviously" Fred replies laughing. *Smack* some kind of pudding collides with George's face. "OY!" he shouts standing up, furious. He glares around to spot who would dared to defy his studying of Vee. Harry, Ron, and Ginny are down-right laughing. Hermione looks amused, looking up from her textbook and Fred apparently fell backwards from laughing so hard. George topples on top of him ready to beat him to a bloody pulp. "Oy it was just a joke!" Fred says after George finally gets off of him. "Well you were kind of lost in a trance staring at Veena again" Harry says. "Yeah, people might start to think you're a stalker George" Ginny pipes up. George doesn't say anything but turns to leave the Great Hall.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? George screams furiously in his head as he storms toward the Charms classroom seeing as it's his first class. I mean I know she's beautiful but that's all I know about her! Everyone also thinks she's really pretty but why am I the one who gets memorized? And she's also a no-good Slytherin! George continues to think irritably. "Hey, are you alright? You're really worrying me here" Fred says concerned walking up the hall towards George. "Yeah I'm fine… just confused" George replies unsteadily. Fred opens his mouth to reply but the Great Hall must've let out as you guys hear the rumble of students as they head towards class. George turns around and walks into the Charms classroom and takes a seat in the far back corner. He puts his head on his desk, waiting for class to begin. Fred takes a sit beside him and elbows him in the ribs. "What" George hisses venomously. "Look" Fred says pointing to the opposite corner across the room. Venna had just taken her place surrounded by Slytherins although looking less than happy about it. "Pay attention" Fred whispers to George. George laughs as does Fred at that ridiculous notion. Never mind her, she's not worth my time and by her smug look it doesn't look like she's any different than the rest of those git Slytherins. George thinks while him and Fred deliberately ignore Flickwick's class, concentrating on Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Boys would you like to discuss what you're doing or would you like to actually learn something" Professor Flickwick says addressing the Weasley twins. "Actually Professor, we've been wanting to show you and do a demonstration…" George says "Because any publicity is good publicity" Fred finishes. George looks over to where Vee is sitting looking bored but he sees a flash of amusement pass her eyes. "Well go ahead" Flickwick replies looking interested. The classroom suddenly explodes in a frieze of bright lights. Patterns and words appear in the air 'Flickwick's Charm Class at nine in the morning is the bomb!' *at this time Flickwick topples out of excitement and joy* soon the words dissolve and random shapes take form. "OF COURSE THIS IS ONLY A BETA FORM OF THE REAL PRODUCTION" Fred yells over the noise. "YEAH WHEN THE FINAL PRODUCT IS COMPLETE THE LIGHTS WILL DO ANYTHING FROM SET A ROMANTIC EVENING TO FOLLOWING AND TOURTUREING ENEMIES…..SO WHO WANTS SOME?" George yells at the class. Fred and George laugh as everyone (except the Sytherins of course) jump from their seats to put their name on the waiting list, Fickwick is the first to sign up.

"Well I'd say that was rather successful" George says quite pleased as him and Fred were the last to leave after class and after which Fickwick questioned them on how they charmed/invented such a joyful thing. They leave the classroom and as soon as they are half way up the corridor Vee walks in front of them. "Where do I sign?" she says nonchalantly while pulling a quill from your backpack. Fred looks over to George who is yet again in a trance. Seeing as his eyes have lost its' mischievous glint and he's just staring at Veena like he forgotten everything around him. Well at least he's not drooling Fred inwardly sighs. "Well?" she says impatiently "Or do you not allow Slytherin scum to purchase from you?" "N-no, we don't discriminate. Of course you can sign on the waiting list" Fred says cheerily. She signs Veena not bothering to put a last name because really who has her name? "Thanks guys, you better make it quick" she gives a rare smile and walk off towards her next class. As soon as she's out of sight Fred turns and punches George in the arm. "Ow, oh hey…where'd Veena go? Did she want something?" George looks around wildly. Fred looks at him flabbergasted. "What?" George says to his bewildered brother. "Do you not remember the very short conversation we…well I just had with her?" Fred exclaims. "Uhhhh…." George admits rubbing the back of his head with his hand. Fred sighs "Come on we're going to be late for Transfiguration" as both him and George run for it since McGonagall is not lenient.

Vee flops down on her bed after her long and hard day of witchcraft. "So where were you last night Vee? Huh? You never came back last night after the fest." Pansy sneers obviously still mad at her from her comments on the train but her big nose could never be kept out of other people's business. "If truth be told…"Vee begins raising up on both of her elbows, she leans in closer to hear. "I was with your mum" she winks. Pansy huffs angrily and slams the dormitory door as she exits. The rest of the girls giggle at the sight. "You know one of these days you're going to make her have an aneurism" laughs one of the girls opposite of Vee. Vee smiles "Wonder how long that will take". They laugh again not perusing Pansy's efforts to figure out where Vee was, they know better. Wow it's not hard to amuse simple minds. This is probably why the Dark Lord has little to no problem controlling his followers. This slightly upsets Vee but she brushes it off without a second thought.

Suddenly the tattoo on her upper arm starts to heat up. It is a tattoo of words of comfort and warning in a different language that the members of her family always have gotten but none of these tattoos are inter-connected. The warnings that you receive are for her alone. She clasps her hand over the tattoo forgetting that it is already covered by her school uniform. She looks around to see if anyone has noticed her some-what odd behavior. No one has. Later….she mutters to yourself.

"So, how was your guys' day?" Hermione asks Fred and George politely. "Well we ran into Veena today, well actually more like she ran into us" Fred says sending a smirk over to George. George blushes as Harry, Ron, Fred, and Neville laugh and Hermione and Ginny go "Aw". "What she want?" Harry asks. "Actually she wanted to put down her name for a Weasley Wizard Wheezes'" Fred says as everyone's mouth drops. "Yeah I was actually stunned myself, not so much as old Georgie-boy over here" Fred laughs. "I just never expected her, let alone any Slytherin to be interested in purchasing our stuff. But then again she doesn't seem normal" Fred finishes.

"Yeah that is true" Neville pipes up, everyone stares at him. "How would you know?" George glares at him, which seems to frighten everyone including Fred because he forces his George to remain sitted. "Uh she helped me yesterday night" Neville mutters. "Really? So that's where you were during the fest" Hermione tones in. "What happened?" Ginny asks Neville. "Well on the train that git Malfoy took my rare Chamall that my Gran gave me as a birthday present. So Malfoy thought it would be funny to magically transport it to somewhere in the castle and walk off laughing." Neville says as Harry and Ron look murderous. "Anyways I decided to search from top to bottom that way I could just get to the common room faster if I decided I was too tired. Well I started searching the 7th floor and I searched every nook and cranny but I couldn't see anything. I was ready to move to the next floor when Veena appears at the top of the staircase." Fred feels George tense up beside him, no one else notices. "She asked what I was doing there instead of the fest and we had a short conversation. I was half-way down the staircase when she called me and handed me my plant. I was flabbergasted, I searched that entire floor and nothing! She walks up there and finds it in a matter of minutes." He says. "Don't you think that's a little odd?" Hermione questions "Maybe Veena and Malfoy are close." She ventures. George looks viciously at Hermione, viciously enough that Fred puts his arm round his brother to make sure he doesn't maim Hermione.

"No I don't think so, when I mentioned Malfoy not being too smart she snorted" Neville says. "Yeah and if you've notices she always shoots him down at meal times." Fred says as George relaxes besides him. "Well I was just looking at this from all sides" Hermione whispers.

"Oh Quidditch starts soon!" Gunny says excitedly but obviously enough so everyone can take the hint of changing the topic. Everyone starts talking excitedly as George leans back and puts his hands over his eyes. This is going to be a long year George thinks sleepily.