"I don't believe it!" Ron said, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. "Krum, Harry! Victor Krum!"

"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player," said Hermione.

"Only a Quidditch player?" Ron said, looking at her as though he couldn't believe his ears. "Hermione – he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I had no idea he was still at school!"

"Well," said Fred and George, coming up behind them. "It's not as if he's saved the world or anything."

Rose and Harry laughed at Ron's fish-out-of-water impression.

As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, Rose saw Lee Jordan jumping up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum's head. Several sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked –

"Oh I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me –"

"D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?"

"Really," Hermione said loftily as they passed the girls, now squabbling over the lipstick.

"I'm getting his autograph if I can," said Ron. "You haven't got a quill, have you, Harry?"

"Nope, they're upstairs in my bag," said Harry with a shrug.

"We haven't got any quills either," said Rose and the twins before Ron could ask them.

"But it you want I could lend you some lipstick," Rose said with a wink, making everyone laugh at Ron's bright red face.

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around it, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beauxbatons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.

"It's not that cold," said Hermione defensively. "Why didn't they bring cloaks?"

"They wouldn't be as physically attractive that way," Fred and George said together, earning a snort from Rose.

"Over here! Come and sit over here!" Ron hissed. "Over here! Hermione, budge up, make a space –"

"What?"

"Too late," said Ron bitterly.

Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had settled themselves at the Slytherin table. Rose could see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looking very smug about this. As she watched, Malfoy bent forward to speak to Krum.

"Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy," said Ron scathingly. "I bet Krum can see right through him, though… bet he gets people fawning over him all the time…. Where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry… I wouldn't mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp bed."

Rose and Hermione snorted.

"They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot," said Harry.

The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest; a couple of them were picking up the golden plated and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.

Up at the staff table, Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs. He was wearing his moldy old tailcoat in honor of the occasion. Rose was surprised to see that he added four chairs, two on either side of Dumbledore's.

"But there are only two extra people," Rose and Harry said.

Harry continued without Rose, "Why's Filch putting out four chairs, who else is coming?"

"Other judges?" Fred and George asked.

"Maybe," Rose hummed. She turned to George, "Hey, can I spend the night in your guy's dorm tonight?"

"Why ask him?" Fred pouted.

"Because he'll think before he says yes," Rose said with a grin.

"Maybe," George said, cutting off the intake of breath from his twin. "We were working on a potion, and I'm not sure if tonight would be the best night. We'll tell you if that changes."

"I know," Rose said with a grin, although she had deflated slightly.

Fred gently kissed her cheek and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him while glaring at his twin for daring to turn down Rose time. Said twin just raised his eyebrows and shook his head in amusement at Fred's antics.

"Now listen, Fred, it's fine to say no," Rose said. "He's just making sure I can't possibly get hurt if you two explode something."

"We wouldn't explode something!"

"No?"

"Well, not if you were there…"

Rose laughed and shook her head, ready to answer, but the staff started filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Last in the line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime. When their headmistress appeared, the pupils from Beauxbatons leapt to their feet. A few of the Hogwarts students laughed. The Beauxbatons party appeared quite unembarrassed, however, and did not resume their seats until Madame Maxime had sat down on Dumbledore's left-hand side. Dumbledore remained standing, and a silence fell over the Great Hall.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and -most particularly – guests," said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."

One of the Beauxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her head gave what was unmistakably a derisive laugh.

"No one's making you stay!" Hermione whispered, bristling at her.

"You tell her, 'Mione!" the twins whispered back, making her blush.

"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," said Dumbledore. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"

He sat down, and Rose saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and engage him in conversation.

The plates in front of them filled with food as usual. The house elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops; there was a greater variety of dished in front of them than Rose had ever seen at once, including several that were definitely foreign.

"What's that?" said Ron, pointing at a large dish of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding.

"Bouillabaisse," said Rose and Hermione.

"Bless you," said Ron.

"It's French," said Hermione, "I had it on holiday summer before last. It's very nice."

"I'll take your word for it," said Ron, helping himself to black pudding.

"We won't!" the twins chorused and happily helped themselves to some of the stew.

Rose hummed as she helped herself to some of the Bouillabaisse too, and looked around the Great Hall. It seemed somehow much more crowded than usual, even though there were barely twenty additional students there; perhaps it was because their differently colored uniforms stood out so clearly against the black of the Hogwarts robes. Now that they had removed their furs, the Durmstrang students were revealed to be wearing robes of a deep blood red.

Hagrid sidled into the Hall through a door behind the staff table twenty minutes after the start of the feast. He slid into his seat at the end and waved at Harry, Ron, Rose, the twins and Hemione with a bandaged hand.

"Doing all right, Hagrid?" Rose called.

"Ya bet I am," Hagrid called back happily.

Rose smiled at her friend and gently kissed Fred and then George on their cheeks. They both turned to grin at her, and were about to talk when a voice said, "Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?"

It was the girl from Beauxbatons who had laughed during Dumbledore's speech. She had finally removed her muffler. A long sheet of silvery-blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth.

Ron went purple. He stared up at her, opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out except a faint gurgling noise.

"You can have it," Rose said with a smile as Harry pushed it closer to the girl.

"You 'ave finished wiz it?"

"Yeah," Ron said breathlessly. "Yeah, it was excellent."

The girl picked up the dish and carried it carefully off to the Ravenclaw table. Ron was still goggling at the girl as though he had never seen one before. The twins started openly mocking him, and Harry and Rose laughed. The sound seemed to jog Ron back to his senses.

"She's a veela!" he said hoarsely to Harry.

"Of course she isn't!" said Hermione tartly. "I don't see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!"

Rose rolled her eyes as the twins started counting how many people were watching the girl across the hall, and Rose quietly commented, "You're both not entirely wrong. More than likely, she's at least part veela."

"When you've put your eyes back in," said Hermione to Ron, cutting over the twins who were still counting, "you'll be able to see who's just arrived."

She was pointing up at the staff table. The two remaining empty seats had just been filled. Ludo Bagman was now sitting on Professor Karkaroff's other side, while Mr. Crouch, Percy's boss, was next to Madame Maxime.

"What are they doing here?" said Harry in surprise.

"They organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they?" said Hermione. "I suppose they wanted to be here to see it start."

"I'm sure there's more than that," Rose muttered.

"Impartial judges my arse!" Fred and George huffed.

When the second course arrived, they noticed a number of unfamiliar desserts too. Ron examined an odd sort of pale blancmange closely, then moved it carefully a few inches to his right, so that it would be clearly visible from the Ravenclaw table. The girl who probably had veela blood appeared to have eaten enough, however, and did not come over to get it.

"Do you want dessert, Rose?" Fred and George asked her.

"I do," Rose said with a nod. "But I don't want to move."

Rose had managed to get the twins to move in closer to her, and she was practically sitting on both of their laps. She was tired, at this point, and she just didn't want to have to move her arms in order to eat the food.

"We'll feed you!" the twins chorused, their ears turning red at the memory of the last time they had fed her.

Rose laughed for a moment before smiling, "I have to sit on George's lap this time, it's only fair."

Fred groaned but allowed her to move so she was more firmly on George's lap.

"This is disgusting," Harry said with a fake gag.

"Just wait, Harry, one day you might get a beautiful girl on your lap," George said with a smirk as he buried his head into Rose's neck.

"Just hope you don't have to fight over her," Fred grumbled.

Rose laughed and smiled, "I don't think he knows anyone who would willingly share with him."

"Or the other way around," the twins both said with a smirk.

Rose laughed again, "What's my dessert going to be?"

The twins got devious smirks on their faces, but the playful glare Rose shot at them calmed them down a bit, "Well, do you want cake?"

"Hmm," Rose said, leaning her head against George's, which was buried into her neck again. "I actually want something fruity."

Fred paused as he thought, and George moved his head so he could have eye contact with his twin before nodding and sticking his nose back into the curve of Rose's neck where her shoulder and neck met.

Fred grabbed a bowl and spoon as Rose was being distracted by George, he filled it with summer pudding and as an afterthought a bit of whipped cream. He smirked as he watched Rose giggle and try to get George to leave her neck alone, and he shook his head with a smile at the other two members of his relationship. He poked George's side to tell him that he had the food.

"Fine," George said with a sigh as he pulled back. "Whatever perfume you're wearing, Rose, it smells really good."

Rose blushed slightly, "I'm not wearing perfume."

George smirked, "No wonder it smells so good."

Rose laughed and looked at Fred, noticing the soft look in his eyes, but not mentioning it. "So! What's my dessert?"

"This is," Fred said, holding up a spoon with some of the summer pudding and whipped cream on it.

"Great! Ahh," Rose opened her mouth happily.

"You're so spoiled," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes as Rose got fed.

"She deserves to be," the twins chorused as Rose happily ate.

Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. The twins maneuvered Rose back between themselves. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now. Rose felt a slight thrill of excitement, wondering what was coming. Fred and George were leaning forward, staring at Dumbledore with great concentration.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket –"

"The what?" Harry muttered.

Rose shrugged.

"- just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" – there was a smattering of polite applause – "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

There was a much louder round of applause for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his fame as a Beater, or simply because he looked so much more likable. He acknowledged it with a jovial wave of his hand. Bartemius Crouch did not smile or wave when his name was announced. Remembering him in his neat suit at the Quidditch World Cup, Rose thought he looked strange in wizard's robes. His toothbrush mustache and severe parting looked very odd next to Dumbledore's long white hair and beard.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."

At the mention of the word "champions," the attentiveness of the listening students seemed to sharpen. Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiled as he said, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."

Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old. A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students; Dennis Creevey actually stood on his chair to see it properly, but, being so tiny, his head hardly rose above anyone else's

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways… their magical prowess – their daring – their powers of deduction – and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."

At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.

"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on calmly, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: The Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup. It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.

"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said Dumbledore. "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.

"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line.

"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."

"An Age Line!" Fred said, his eyes glinting, as they all made their way across the Hall to the doors into the entrance hall. "Well, that should be fooled by an Aging Potion, shouldn't it? And once your name's in that goblet, you're laughing – it can't tell whether you're seventeen or not!"

"But I don't think anyone under seventeen will stand a change," said Hermione, "we just haven't learned enough…"

"Speak for yourself," said George shortly. "You'll try and get in, won't you, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer.

"Where is he?" said Ron, who wasn't listening to a word of the conversation, but looking through the crowd to see what had become of Krum. "Dumbledore didn't say where the Durmstrang people are sleeping, did he?"

But this query was answered almost instantly; they were level with the Slytherin table now, and Karkaroff had just bustled up to his students.

"Back to the ship, then," he was saying. "Viktor, how are you feeling? Did you eat enough? Should I send for some mulled wine from the kitchens?"

Rose saw Krum shake his head as he pulled his furs back on.

"Professor, I vood like some vine," said one of the other Durmstrang boys hopefully.

"I wasn't offering it to you, Poliakoff," snapped Karkaroff, his warmly paternal air vanishing in an instant. "I notice you have dribbled food all down the front of your robes again, disgusting boy –"

Karkaroff turned and led his students toward the doors, reaching them at exactly the same moment as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Rose. Harry stopped them to let Karkaroff walk through first.

"Thank you," said Karkaroff carelessly, glancing at him.

And then Karkaroff froze. He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him as though he couldn't believe his eyes. His eyes flickered to Rose, too, but Fred and George blocked her from view. Behind their headmaster, the students from Durmstrang came to a halt too. Karkaroff's eyes moved slowly up Harry's face and fixed upon his scar. The Durmstrang students were staring curiously at Harry too. Rose saw comprehension dawn on a few of their faces. The boy with food all down his front nudged the girl next to him and pointed openly at Harry's forehead.

"If you're not going to continue walking, sir," Rose said, pushing through the twins with venom in her words, "then politely move aside so others can pass."

Karkaroff stared at Rose, strange emotions flickering across his face as some of his students gaped at Rose for speaking so rudely to their headmaster.

"Yeah, these are the Potter's," said a growling voice from behind them.

Professor Karkaroff spun around, and Rose stiffened. Mad-Eye Moody was standing there, leaning heavily on his staff, his magical eye glaring unblinkingly at the Durmstrang headmaster.

The color drained from Karkaroff's face as Rose watched. A terrible look of mingled fury and fear came over him.

"You!" he said, staring at Moody as though unsure he was really seeing him.

"Me," said Moody grimly. "And unless you've got anything to say to the Potters, Karkaroff, you might want to move. Miss Potter was right, you're blocking the doorway."

It was true; half the students in the Hall were now waiting behind them, looking over one another's shoulders to see what was causing the holdup. Rose smirked at Karkaroff, knowing he had to move with Moody there.

Without another word, Professor Karkaroff swept his students away with him. Moody watched him until he was out of sight, his magical eye fixed upon his back, a look of intense dislike upon his mutilated face.

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"Rose!" Fred's voice in her head called. "George say's we're in the clear and you can come spend the night! Lee agreed too!"

"How are we explaining me knowing that?" Rose asked.

"We're just going to say we have a secret means of communication and if he asks any more questions we'll tell him to leave us be," said – thought? – George.

Rose nodded her head, but then remembered they couldn't see her. "Sounds good. I'm bringing my trunk. See you in a minute!"

"Wait – why?"

Rose didn't answer their question.

"Windgardium Leviosa!" Rose said as she aimed her wand at her trunk. The trunk shuttered and rose slowly into the air, but Rose frowned and lowered it again.

"No, that'll raise too much attention…"

She remembered that Sirius had once told her it was shrinkable, but not if it was only shrinkable via the spell, or if there was a secret way to make it smaller. She bit her lower lip and sighed, knowing she was wasting time and that she might as well start trying anything to get it to shrink.

"Shrink," Rose said, tapping the top of the trunk with her wand.

The trunk did nothing.

"Damnit… Ummm…" Rose turned any and all dials flipped any and all latches and groaned when none of them did anything.

"Listen, I can't drag you down the stairs because you'll shake and it'll disturb the animals, so if you could just work with me! Please shrink!"

The trunk gave a shudder before it shrank down in size, so it was pocketable.

"Really? You just wanted me to ask nicely? You're inanimate!"

The trunk gave an ominous rumble, and Rose held up her hands, "Fine. You're not inanimate."

The trunk made no movements or sounds.

"Look at me, I've gone bonkers, I'm talking to a trunk!"

She picked the trunk up and held it in her hand, not putting it in her pocket because her steps would jostle it. She hummed as she walked down the stairs and up to the boy's dorm, no one commenting or even watching as they were used to this behavior by now. She knocked lightly on the Sixth-year boy's dorm.

"Come in!" three voices called.

"Hey, she knocked this time!" Lee said as she opened the door.

"Yes, I did. My trunk just taught me that I should be nicer."

"Your trunk?" the three boys chorused.

"Yes, my trunk. Now!" she pointed at the twins who immediately looked panic stricken. "I'm going to make my trunk bigger, then us three are going in and Lee is staying out."

"Of course you're only letting them into your trunk," Lee muttered petulantly.

"Oi!" the twins yelled.

"Not like that!" Lee yelled with his hands above his head as the twins tackled him.

Rose sighed and put her miniaturized trunk on the ground and frowned, "Please grow."

The trunk immediately grew to its regular size. Rose smiled slightly and moved a dial to the room that she wanted before she opened the lid of the trunk, ignoring the yelping and growling that was going on behind her.

"Alright you hooligans, I'm sure he gets not to accidentally make innuendos again. So, stop beating on your best friend and get into the trunk!"

Fred and George leapt off of the, thankfully, not injured Lee and mock saluted Rose, "Yes Ma'am!"

They both got into the trunk and climbed down the latter and Rose sighed tiredly, "We'll be back by morning, and if we're not they died and I'm just hiding."

"Ain't that optimistic," Lee said with a smirk that quickly dropped off his face when he saw she was semi-serious.

"If you need anything tap the top of the trunk three times. If you slam onto it, I will never forgive you and you will feel my wrath."

Lee held up his hands, "Oh-kay! No wrath needed here!"

Rose nodded her head and went down the latter into her trunk.

After she hopped off the latter she looked around at the entryway that surrounded her. She bit her lower lip and sighed as she looked around for the twins. They weren't all that far away, just a little bit farther into the 'room' and they were looking around in shock. Rose understood why they were staring around.

The inside 'room' was more of a house. It felt much like a cabin wood, with its wood floors, and slanted ceiling on one side, but Rose knew better. She glanced over at the stairs, also wooden, but carpeted, that lead upwards, and knew that they went up two levels. The room they were standing in, at the moment, was Rose's least favorite room, though. It was only there for people to walk through, and she didn't like how unnecessary it was, even if the pictures that lined the walls made her smile.

"Want to look around a bit?" Rose asked as she walked up to them. "I can give you a tour if you'd like?"

"What is this place?" Fred asked as George kept looking around.

"Well, it's… Okay. So it's sort of a house? But it isn't? I mean, I haven't found it in any of my other rooms, it moves around, so I don't know exactly-"

"Any other rooms?" George said, shock marring his face.

"You know, in any other circumstances I'd be very proud of myself for shocking you two, but you're not even shocked because of me!"

"I don't know," Fred said with a smirk. "Some of these pictures are shocking."

His eyes had just landed on a wizarding picture of Rose being thrown into the air by a laughing Delco. The hair on picture Rose's head was flying around her, and she was laughing happily as she fell back into Delco's arms. They shared a moment's smile before they saw where the camera was and glared before the loop started over again.

"I don't think any of them are shocking. I just don't think you've seen them all. Personally, this one's my favorite," she motioned to a picture that had been taken of the twins and Rose at Rose's last birthday party while Fred fed her cake.

George and Fred laughed, smiling at the picture, "I doubt you brought us here just to show us pictures."

"Well," Rose frowned slightly. "You're right of course. I mean, showing you pictures is fine and all, but I had other plans. I thought about introducing you two to Bumpy, but Hagrid would cry if you two meet her before he did. Maybe you guys want to see the living room? Or I could even show you guys the bedroom? I mean, I planned on showing you guys the bedroom anyways but I –"

George pressed his finger onto Rose's lips as he smiled at her.

"You talk too much when you're nervous," Fred said. "At least sometimes. Other times you just don't talk."

"Your rambling is adorable," George said with a smile, removing his finger from her lip to run his hand against her cheek. "But I can think of other things your mouth could do rather than talk."

Rose's face went bright red before George's lips slanted over hers and she melted into his chest, loving the feeling of security that his arms gave her. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against hers and smiled gently, "Feel better?"

Rose laughed breathlessly and smiled, "Yeah. Much better."

George moved back but kept an arm wrapped around her. Fred was watching intently and smiled, "So, what's this about showing us around?"

"I was going to show you around the house," Rose said with a smile as she leaned onto George, "and then I wanted to talk to you both."

Fred and George hummed thoughtfully, "About that stuff you let us see, yeah?" Fred asked.

"And about Moody?" George continued.

"And about the Triwizard Tournament," Rose agreed.

They both nodded, "Well, let's skip the show and tell for the moment and just skip to the talking, yeah?"

Rose blushed and laughed, "Hopefully somewhere that's nicer than here!"

"Lead the way, fair maiden!"

Rose smiled and removed herself from George's grip to walk over to the stairs and start walking up them. The carpet still sunk a little under her feet, making her smile happily. She walked up the first flight of stairs before just going straight down the hall to the door at the end, hearing the twins whispering about their surroundings behind her. She opened the door to the master bedroom of the house.

"Woah," the twins breathed behind her.

Woah didn't cover it.

The walls were cream colored with golden trimmings. The floor went from being carpeted back to being wood, a polished dark walnut. The wall to the right had two doors on it, one that was made almost entirely out of glass and lead to a balcony outside. The other Rose wasn't entirely sure what it lead to but based on the lack of dressers of closets she reckoned that it led to a closet.

There were bookcases lining the left wall, along with a door that was wide open and lead to the bathroom. The farthest wall had a fireplace, but no smoke entered the room even though the flames flickered merrily. In front of the fireplace sat two chairs and a couch, all a deep brown color.

There was a circular step up in the middle of the room that was holding a giant four poster bed, definitely big enough for three. The blankets were a deep brown with gold and black designs imprinted onto them, and the curtains were a light cream color.

Rose's face was slightly red as she felt to arms wind around her, both attached to a different twin.

"Did you set up this room?" George asked, his breath fanning across her face.

"For the most part, yes."

Fred hummed thoughtfully and kissed her neck, "And you just want to talk in here?"

"Well – I mean – that doesn't… I don't… Maybe?" Rose was becoming flustered under the attention of both twins.

Fred and George both shared a smirk, "Well, tell us everything really fast and then we'll figure out the rest."

They were slowly leading her into the room as words rushed out of her, "I have a prophecy about me, and that's why magical creatures like me so much! I am officially an adult, so are the both of you, in the eyes of the ministry and the Goblins. I was the only one told because I'm technically the leader of House Potter now! Delco and I share a sibling bond so I was supposed to talk to him about it too but I didn't want to tell anyone. Harry doesn't know yet either! Ummm… I'm friends with an Ice Phoenix… Oh, and Moody really freaks me out, the Imperius Curse doesn't work on me, and I really, really, really don't want you two to honestly enter the Triwizard tournament!"

Fred and George laughed quietly against her throat, and Fred spoke, "Even though we already know a way past the age line?"

"Definitely! I don't like the idea and I don't want you two to get hurt because then where would I end up?" tears filled her eyes. "I mean, I know logically if one of you were chosen it would only be one but then there'd only be one of you and that's wrong! So, if you could pretend to enter that'd be great!"

The twins paused and both moved so they stood in front of Rose, "Wait, you don't want us to enter because you don't want us to get hurt and just leave you with one of us?"

"No! I mean, yes, but not entirely…" Rose looked down, ashamed of herself. "It's just… If you guys honestly wanted the money I could just give it to you… And if one of you… Just imagine how the other would react! There would only be one Weasley twin and that's wrong. And! If one of you got in and only got hurt, but it was serious everyone would be able to tell the two of you apart! That's my job!" Rose couldn't help but to stomp her foot.

Fred and George shared an exasperated glance before Fred swept Rose up into his arms and carried her – despite her squirming – to the couch at the other side of the room, "Don't you think that's up to us to decide?"

"Oh, because you've decided to let so many people tell you apart!" Rose huffed as Fred plopped her into the middle of the couch.

"No, what he means," George said as he sat on Rose's left and Fred sat on her right, "is that isn't it up to us to decide if we're willing to risk it?"

"No. You're Gryffindors, you do stupid things."

They snorted, "You're a Gryffindor too, Spitfire."

"Yeah, well I'm more rational than your average Gryffindor."

"She's smarter than the av-er-age bear!" Fred and George mocked.

"You don't even know where that's from!" Rose said while crossing her arms over her chest.

"Don't need to. We just need to convince you that you're being stupid about this whole thing. We won't seriously enter, but you could've just talked to us about it," George said as he kissed her cheek.

"Yeah, you need to open up more, you are absurdly protective over your secrets. You don't need to keep secrets, we wouldn't do anything to hurt you," Fred said as he started playing with the bond mark on her right wrist after pulling her arms apart.

"We're yours, Princess, we'll never hurt you." George took Rose's left wrist and traced the mark there with his fingertips.

Rose shuddered lightly, "You two know what that does to me," Rose groaned.

"It brings your defenses down," Fred muttered.

"That's what we're banking on," George said as he leaned his head down so his lips were brushing against her ear.

Rose laughed breathlessly as all her muscles started to relax and her worries seemed to wash away, "I swear, if I melt into the couch I'll destroy both of you."

Even to her own ears her words sounded weak but she couldn't bring herself to care. She just didn't want them to stop paying attention to her. That's why when she did she accidentally emitted the most pitiful sounding whine she had ever heard.

"Hush," George said as he swept her into his arms. "We're just going to put you on the bed and pay attention to you until you fall asleep."

"That's bullshit," Rose groaned as she leaned closer to George's chest.

"Oh, you don't want us to pay attention to you?" Fred asked as he pulled all of the blankets down and then climbed onto the right side of the bed.

"Pay attention to me!" Rose whined.

"Well, if you insist," George said with a laugh as he got her into the middle of the bed, laying on her stomach, before sitting on her left side.

Rose was practically purring as George started rubbing her left foot and Fred started massaging her shoulders. She felt as if she was melting into a puddle of happiness under the attention of her two boyfriends.