"You're supposed to be friends with us, not trail behind like you're unwillingly tied to us," Fred told me.

Him, George, and Lee were rushing down the corridor trying to keep up with me.

"Once again, I don't do the whole making friends thing," I said, quickening my pace. "I'm an outcast remember? I don't want to be anyone's friend, especially not yours."

George chuckled, finally managing to walk next to me.

"I don't think your issue is that you're bad at making friends," he said thoughtfully. "I think your `problem is that you've got a bad habit of insulting people."

"Be nice, George," said Fred, also catching up with me and throwing an arm around my shoulder. "It's kind of endearing. I mean, if you look really deep into her eyes you can see that she kind of likes us."

I pushed his arm away from me and walked a little fast. All three boys start running ahead of me and walking backwards, so they could look into my eyes. I could feel myself blushing in embarrassment. I made a dash for the stairs and ran down the as quickly as possible

"I think what you're seeing is the calming potion I'm being forced to take," I sneered, letting the blush fall off my face.

I could practically feel the three smiling at each other before they caught up to me once again, and we started our way down the stairs to Potions.

Halfway down the stairs Jet and Jasmine pushed passed us. I slowed to make sure I didn't let them push me down. The twins and Lee were watching my sisters but paying no attention to my slowing down.

George slipped on a trick step and stumbled into me and pushed me forward.

I yelped and hit the banister. George barely managed to get his footing two steps down. He grabbed my waist from the step below me before the wave of students coming down the stairs knocked me down any further. He lifted me slightly to guide me down to the same step he was one.

We stared at each other for a moment before both of us flushed in awkwardness, and I slapped his hands away from my waste.

Fred and Lee were already at the bottom of the stairs, staring at us in amusement. George's ears were bright red, and his brother couldn't help but point that out after glaring back up the stairs.

"I don't like that," he muttered. "It's like there's three of you, but two of them are horrible people and a lot more annoying."

"Speak for yourself," I told him, looking at George. "There's another one of you and both of you are the exact same amount of annoying."

When we entered the dungeon, I chose a seat in the back and Fred sat next to me. I scrunched up my nose in visible disgust.

"This seat's taken."

"By who?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Anyone but you," I said, trying to force him out of the seat.

"I'm sure that none of you need reminding that you'll be taking your O.W.L.s this year. Therefore, I'm going to be testing you according to what you would earn on an O.W.L.."

The class seemed to slip into a state of unease in a matter of seconds.

"Today you will be making a potion for sleep. No partners. No talking. You may begin."

I could have made that potion in my sleep. No pun intended. Chai had experienced insomnia since before I met him, so I almost always kept it stored away for him. Even, he knew how to make it and he hadn't the slightest idea of what half the ingredients were.

Fred and Lee seemed to be struggling. They kept glancing at George while he went excruciatingly slow to make sure they did it correctly.

"Keep in mind that you will be by yourselves during the O. . No help will be provided from a sibling or friend," Snape announced, glaring that Fred and Lee.

By the end of class George and I had the same sky blue colored potion while Fred and Lee were not so lucky. Lee's was cream colored and purple smoke was spilling out of it. Fred's was an odd red color that had large bubbles surfacing every few seconds.

"I think yours is alive, Fred," I snorted.

He glared at me as Snape walked around the room to tell people what they would have gotten if we were taking O. .

"I'd say both of these would get a Poor," Snape said, looking into Jet and Jasmine's potions on the other side of the dungeon. He looked at the tall boy standing in front of them who's potion he'd given Exceeds Expectations. "I'd like to tell you that copying off of classmates' work is unacceptable."

Snape had now rounded to the twins, Lee, and I. He stared into my cauldron and smiled grimly, "Outstanding, Winters. Glad to see that at least one of the triplets can brew something so simple."

If looks could kill, Jet and Jasmine would have been charged for my murder.

He then looked at Fred, George, and Lee's potions, "I could say the same for you, Weasley. Out of the six Weasley boys, you seem to be the only one who can understand the difference between a Doxy Egg and a Dragon Horn."

George grinned at Fred.

I slipped out of the dungeon seconds before the bell rang, and made my way to Transfiguration before the twins or anyone else could catch up with me. By the time I'd reached the ground floor there was a dull coming down the stairs. I groaned and slipped down the closest corridore.

The last thing I needed was another encounter with Moody before I even had his class.

The corridor was empty due to the lack of classrooms. All that was there was a set of bathrooms, an abandoned Charms classroom, and an entrance to the courtyard.

One of the bathroom doors opened and luckily for me, George of all people walked out of it.

"Oh, hey Winters! We were looking for-"

I didn't give him a chance to finish his thought before grabbing him by the robes and forcing him into the empty classroom. I forced him against the wall, one arm press against his chest to keep him from moving and the other over his mouth.

The thud of Moody's cane was nearing the classroom and I stared George dead in the face, trying to tell him to keep quiet without actually getting into his mind.

"What would she do if I licked her right now?"

I grimaced at him and pulled my hand away before he could act on that thought.

"That's disgusting," I muttered as the thud of the cane faltered into the courtyard.

"What's disgusting?" George asked.

I peered out of the class, seeing no one there to bother me. I walked into the corridor, George following along after me.

"Licking my hand," I told him, shoving an arm into my bag. "Moody has it out for me."

"Where'd you get that I was going to lick your hand?" he asked, ignoring my comment about Moody.

I shook my head and pulled out a small piece of parchment and pressed it against the wall to write on it.

Dear Remus,

Moody's here. Get him out.

J.B.W.

"What's happening?" asked George, standing behind me and looking into the courtyard. "Why are you hiding from Professor Moody?"

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to."

I slipped into the crowd of students, rushing to their next classes.

"But-" called George. "I do want to know the answer."

I let the crowd carry me away from him. Instead of going straight to Transfiguration, I slipped off into another abandoned corridor and into a passage that took me up to the Gryffindor Tower in a quarter of the time.

Inside, I made my way up to the girl's dormitory and tapped twice on the window closest to my bed. I opened it before a Sooty Owl flew through the window and landed on my shoulder.

I stroked her head and gave her a little cracker before tying the parchment to her leg.

"Take this to Remus, okay? Try not to get too wet. Get to shelter if you have to. I don't want you hurt."

She hooted happily before taking off into the dreary September weather.

I slipped into a seat in the back of the Transfiguration classroom only moments before McGonagall came in to start the lesson. George noticed me while the other boys were busy pestering the girls in front of them. He moved into the seat next to me and looked at me expectantly.

I opened up my Transfiguration book to a random page and pretend to busy myself with its content.

He hunched over his desk to get closer to me.

"You were reading my mind. I could feel you in my head."

I shuddered.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. You know how crazy you sound? Do you know how hard it is to be able to read someone's mind? It's practically impossible for someone who's still in school. You want to know how I knew you were planning on licking my hand? You're a disgusting, immature teenage boy. Just like the rest of them. You're all so predictable."

I expected him to get angry. Maybe for his nose to flare up or for his thoughts to start bouncing around so loud that I could hear them without trying to get in his head.

George was staring at me. He wasn't mad though. There was a small smirk on his lips

"She didn't deny it," he thought.

"You know what?" he said. "You're so incredibly out there, Winters. I've never met a person quite like you. You're so mean to people who try to be nice to you. You're smarter than everyone in this classroom combined -and don't try to deny it, I've noticed that magically extended bag you carry around and how you practically store the entirety of the Hogwarts library in it-."

"You don't have a tell when you're hiding things, and I can tell you're hiding things, I'm just not sure what those things are yet."

With every word, he seemed to get more and more excited by what was coming next. His smirk had turned into a mischievous smile and his eyes flickering between enthusiasm and trying to read me. His thoughts were bouncing off the walls of his mind similar to how his brother's did.

I leaned closer to him, staring into his eyes.

"I'm not a book that can be read."

"If Weasley twin number 1 and Miss. Winters would like to join us, I'd ask either of you to turn an object around you into a bird," said McGonnagal, glaring at us from the front of the classroom. Everyone turned around to see what would happen.

I pointed my wand at the textbook and said, "Avifors."

George copied me and our books turned into two different kinds of birds and started fluttering away. Before they could fly out the door McGonagall turned them back into books, and they thudded to the floor. George got up and collected our books.

I turned my attention back to McGonagall while she continued to scold us.

"Just because you feel like you know enough not to pay attention," she said harshly. "I'd like to remind each of you that other people in this class are inclined to learn enough to take their N.E. and I'd assume they'd like to pass."

"Yes, Professor," I said. "I'm sorry."

Fred raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley."

"I just wanted to point out that I was actually born first, so I'm Weasley twin number 1."

"My apologies, Mr. Weasley number 1. If you'd like to to demonstrate the Avifors transformation, go right ahead."

With the classes' attention now on Fred trying to turn Lee into a bird, George was back to looking at me expecting answers.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

He slid my book back into my desk and grinned wildly.

"Give me until October 31st."

I raised an eyebrow.

"For what?"

"For me to figure you out."

I rolled my eyes, "Good luck with that one."

As the bell rang, all of us hurried out of class for our break before lunch.

Jet, and Jasmine pushed passed us when we started up the stairs towards the common room. I gave George a snarky smile.

"You didn't fall down this time."

He smirked, grabbing me around the waist as I missed the next step and nearly fell flat on my face.

"You did."

Her tell is the baseball in her pocket.

-George Weasley