Ginny's room was small, as was the rest of the house. The walls were a pastel color that Melissa had trouble deciding on. It was either purple or pink. Either way, she wasn't sure if she was entirely pleased with the color choice. The paint was chipping to show the dark brown wood behind it. There were two beds on either side of a single night table. She was tempted to rest her head right then and there but there was too much on her mind. She would never find rest with the rate that her mind was racing at. The twins had quickly put her trunks in the room and run off. They did not want her to hear the small argument that was about to ensue downstairs and nor did Mrs. Weasley. She wouldn't have been surprised if a silencing charm had been placed around the room to ensure that, even if she had intended to listen in, she would not be able to hear a thing. She couldn't believe her position. She was in the home of Fred Weasley. And George as well. Melissa could feel the heat at her cheeks and she was tempted to leave the room to see him. She didn't plan on unpacking because something told her that she wouldn't be staying her for very long. The twins had looked very eager to leave the house and seemed on only making a pit stop, if you will.

Now that they had all escaped any sorts of danger, she could relax a bit. No one outside of the school knew of her abilities and she was no longer being threatened by Umbridge the Pink Frog. She was allowed to finally let her mind wander, and wander it did. It wandered straight to Fred Weasley. What was it again that she felt for him? Admiration? Adoration? Annoyance? She had been so preoccupied within late that she hardly had the time to wonder exactly what she thought of Fred. Well, of course she knew what she felt but she had yet to have made a set conclusion about her feelings. She had an idea, but it was absurd. Melissa hadn't notice the time slip past until a light knock was heard from the door. She rose from the bed, not knowing when she had taken a seat, and answered the door, peaking her head out through a crack.

"Yes?" she asked playfully.

"Dinner awaits malady," Fred replied, bowing and using the same tone she had. Both of their laughs turned to nervous ones as they made eye contact. They had finally noticed their new positions outside of the school. Things were different now. Melissa left the room and followed Fred down to the kitchen, where George and Mrs. Weasley were preparing lunch. Well, Mrs. Weasley was preparing lunch.

"Ah Melissa, there you are. Well, I'm sure you're hungry now. From what Fred and George have told me about your little, ah, adventure, you haven't even eaten breakfast yet."

"Oh come on Mum! It's not like we the time!" Fred complained as George began to reenact the scene.

"Could you imagine? You running into the dungeon with a full breakfast buffet in your hands? 'We're here to rescue you Mel! But first, a nutritious meal to start your day. No, don't worry, take your time. No one will notice that I'm trying to break you out of the school's prison.'" The three burst out in fits of laughter as Mrs. Weasley scowled at them, not finding the act humorous in the slightest. Melissa was the first to notice and tried to stop her laughter immediately, coughing to signal the other two. They followed shortly, fearing their mother's begrudging eye.

"What are you planning to do now?" Mrs. Weasley said, returning to the stove, where a spoon had been enchanted to constantly stir a boiling broth. The smell was heavenly and Melissa resisted the urge to float over and steal a taste. Mrs. Weasley seemed slightly annoyed with her sons. "You've left Hogwarts and don't plan on going back. You haven't got any N.E.W.T.S. What you planning?"

"George and I believe our skills can be used elsewhere. Outside of N.E.W.T.S." Fred said, winking at his brother.

"You're not still talking about that joke shop are you?" She had turned her attention away from the food now and stared down at her sons. Melissa wasn't sure what to do. She had known about the joke shop all along, not aware of the fact that their mother would not approve of it. Melissa had been encouraging sales and production. "I've told you clearly enough; you will not throw your lives away by opening a silly joke shop. You will work for the Ministry, just like your father." Already, Melissa could see the direction this conversation was headed for and she desperately wanted to escape it. Fred noticed the tension and used it as an escape from the argument.

"Mum," Fred said, nudging his head towards Melissa. "Can we talk about this later?"

"Yea, how about some food for the poor guest?" George continued, catching on. It was clear to Melissa that they still hadn't resolved the issue of the shop. She wondered what their talk had been like if that was the case.

"I reckon your talk with your mother didn't go well?" Melissa asked after lunch. Mrs. Weasley had gone to cater to the doxy nest that had found their way into Ginny's room. Melissa had discovered it when she had returned shortly before eating to change her shirt after a small spill. The nest was hardly a nest but the threat of a doxy bite was nothing to laugh about.

"How'd you guess?" Fred asked sarcastically.

"She never was too happy with the Joke Shop. Why, you should have seen us a few years back," George said, taking a seat next to George at the table.

"Yea, she confiscated near three dozen products. God knows what she's done with them."

"We've looked everywhere. Gone."

"Of course, that's given us the opportunity to develop new ones."

"They never really worked anyway." Melissa laughed at the unity of the two of them."

"We're leaving tomorrow morning. Before Mum wakes up," Fred added. Out of the corner of her eye, Melissa could see George glare at Fred.

"To the shop?" she asked.

"Yea."

"I guess you want me to stay here then. I don't mind, I mean your mum is great."

"No, I, I mean, we, want you to come with us." Melissa blushed at the sound of that.

"Oh, well then I guess I can go pack my things. I feel a little bad that we're leaving your mother though. Won't she be upset?"

"She won't be when she sees how successful we are."

Author's Note: Hello readers! Thank you so much for putting up with me and my late posts. I really do appreciate it. I also apologize as nothing really happens in this chapter. The chapter is mostly acting as a transition period. Thanks to skidney for giving me a review. I would appreciate more however. I'll try to be a bit quicker with my updates from now on. For now, enjoy the longer chapters and I'll see you next time.

-Sydney