My coauthor, afiske, and I hope you love this chapter! :D

-Ingrid

Chapter 4

Jade waved her hands side to side to clear away the smoke. She coughed, "Hello…" she coughed roughly "...twins." The identical redhead boys grinned widely, tucking their firecrackers back into their pockets. Their clothes were tattered, burnt in places, and their faces were smudged with soot. Fred and George Weasley had arrived on the scene. Jade grinned hugely. She knew them both well.

Fred laughingly bounced down beside Jade on the seat, draped an arm flirtatiously around her shoulders and stole a kiss on her cheek, seizing his opportunity to mess with his brother. In a half-seductive, half conspiratorial tone he grinned, "Hello babe. Miss me?"

Jade snorted out of laugher, playing along with his foolishness. "suuure I missed yooou." She grinned at him, but the tenderness in her eyes was turned to his brother, George. Fred whined like a neglected puppy.

"You sound so… so….not in love babe?" He made large fake sob noises.

Boom. George pushed him off the seat, dumping him unceremoniously on the floor. He smirked, looping his arms around Jade. No one knew how he felt about her, except his brother. A deep, strange, protective feeling. "Stay away from what I've rightfully stolen, Freddie boy." His voice was playful but held just the faintest hint of seriousness. Of danger. He helped his brother up from the floor.

With a look the devil could be proud of, 'Freddie boy' wiggled his eyebrows and he gripped George's hand, "Is that a challenge brother dear?" He ignored the seriousness in George's tone.

"Not a challenge, just a warning...she's mine." To prove it, George scoped up Jade, pulled her into his lap and petted her hair softly as if she was a cat. In a soft murmur he said, "Hello darling."

Jade did not have the breath to respond, all of it was going to her increasing laughter. Fred, on the other hand, had plenty to spare.

"YOU STOLE WHAT I STOLE WHAT YOU STOLE- GIVE HER BACK MATE!"

"Never! She's all mine."

"Fine…" Fred turned around and spied Laeura and waved flirtatiously, "Jade...honey? Who is your friend? Because I totally call dibs." He plopped down next to her on the seat and rested his head on his hand, elbow on the seat behind him. "Mmmhmm. I do call dibs."

Laeura, who had been giggling during this whole encounter, became quiet and serious, " 'allo." She shrunk away from him slightly in her seat, she was slightly frightened of the loud, bright haired boy. She was unused to being around boys at all, and her voice was barely a mumble.

"And what might your name be…" Laeura opened her mouth to speak, "-no. Let me guess...is it...Beautiful? Gorgeous?"

She flushed and stared at her shoes, inching farther away from Fred and mumbling in a barely audible voice, "It's Laeura Pierre."

"Well Laeura, it is nice to meet you. I'm Angel, and that one over there is Devil," Fred explained with a point of his finger.

George and Jade simultaneously looked up. "Hey!" George cried out in protest, "I'm the Angel!" Jade just doubled over in a new round of laughter, even though the first one had not yet ended, though it had died down to a small giggle. Having completed his 'defence,' George turned his attention back to the girl he was holding and petting her hair. "So...how are you?" Jade held up a finger, telling him to hold on while she finished laughing.

Finally, her laughter contained but a blush rampant across her face, she answered, "I'm okay." Her grin was wide and sunny.

"And how was your summer without this handsome face?" Jade didn't respond, holding her secret in, away from one of her only friends. His voice and smile died down into worried tone, "Jade...what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing George….it's fine." She responded with a forced smile and a boop on his nose. "Now where has that famous Weasley grin gone? On vacation? And it didn't invite moi?"

His response included his signature smile as he pulled her closer to him. "No. It's right here, just for you." A few moments passed with them smiling happily at one another, Jade being the first to lower her eyes while biting her lower lip. "So…" George prompted, "Looking forward to helping me steal a toilet?"

"What?!"