AN: I have so many of these now I just have to post some.

"Hey, Elvis," Charlie greeted the half-drowned, half-frozen owl when opening the window to let it in. The bird gave him a nasty look before taking a last flight over to the couch and started grooming the feathers. "Fine, just be that way," he muttered and untied the letter from the owl's leg.

"Who's it from?" Kevin asked from the kitchen table where she and Kaya was playing a board game.

"The twins, they finally got around to answer," Charlie said and cast a drying charm on both the letter and the owl. "I mean, it's only been a fortnight or so." He shook his head as he sat down beside the girls.

"Probably been busy earning themselves detentions," Kevin said and threw the dice. "And it would be too much to ask to reply within a week, it's not like we need that owl for anything else, or that I wrote exactly that for the reason they could keep him in the meantime," she added tartly. It had seemed reasonable for their owl to be at Hogwarts in the short while it should take Fred and George to send a reply, instead of having another poor owl travel Europe around.

"Well, they did send a lot of gossip," Charlie said when opening the letter. "Let's see... Prank, prank, prank... Peeves... Here, something of interest, the Yule Ball."

"Why can't they just call it Christmas Ball? Yule is so Scandinavian and last time I checked Scotland was a part of the UK." She took a grape and threw it in a small arch, catching it between her teeth.

"Anyway, Fred's taking Angelina Johnson," Charlie said.

"They would have pretty babies," Kaya shot in.

"Think you're skipping a few steps there, squirt," he said. "They're probably going as friends."

"Then why is it a heart next to her name?" the girl asked and pointed to the parchment.

"George making fun, I guess. When are they gonna grow up?" Kevin let out an angry puff.

"They're sixteen," Charlie pointed out. "Too young to have babies or act as more than brats," he concluded to shut them both up. Kaya took a handful of grapes and he was reminded sixteen was two years older than when Bill had... Well, the twins had some sense, even if it was at a minimal.

"Anything more?" Kevin inquired in a bored tone.

"Well, Ron asked Fleur Delacour, you know, the French champion." Charlie definitely hadn't forgotten about her. "I quote here, 'made a total arse of himself in front of half the school before running away with his tail between his legs.'"

"Serves him right," Kevin gasped as she laughed, the mental image was too much.

"Says here he used an hour to come over the shock. He also asked the Granger-girl, but she was taken." Charlie scratched his head and took some of the last grapes in the bowl.

"Sure she's not just playing hard to get?" Kevin asked.

"Nope, they managed to wield out of her, or someone at least, who's taking her. The plan had been to further humiliate Ronni-kins, but they concluded on waiting 'til he sees for himself."

"You got some nasty brothers."

"Hey, not my fault and I can't control them, no one can," Charlie reminded him.

"So, who's taking Bushy to the Ball?"

"Hmm... Want me to tell you?"

"Of course I do! Whoever's desperate enough to take her should get a basket full of Honeydukes' finest."

"Victor Krum."

"As in the quidditch player?" She doubled over. "Okay, they do have a sense of humour."

"No, it's not a joke, they assure it's quite serious or I'd be allowed to use their broomsticks for kindle wood." Charlie shook his head again, a more clear guarantee was hard to get from Fred and George. Kevin sobered up and put on a rather sour expression.

"Well, that's someone who wouldn't be having pretty babies," she concluded.

"Okay, what's with you today?" Charlie finally exploded. "You're rude about everything and to everyone!"

"Sorry," she said and sighed. "Just that time of month."

"Huh?" He furrowed his brows and saw Kaya take a deep breath to start explaining. "No, I got it now," he said and covered her mouth with his hand. That girl had been over-educated on the birds and bees part in his opinion.

"But seriously... She's fourteen, he's eighteen. I know what guys that age think about." She looked almost angry.

"Not everyone is like the people we work with," Charlie remarked and tried not thinking of his first day.

"No, but he's... I just want what's best for the girl." Kevin summoned a fresh sheet of paper and a pen.

"So you'll interfere with thing that are none of your business?" Charlie said and leaned back.

"Maybe I will." Kevin crossed out the first line she had written and started over.

"And get Fred and George to look out for the girl we know Ron had a crush on? Splendid." He had given up talking her out of it, but it seemed like a bad idea to him.

"No, I'll send an unsigned note to her and get her to think. I've heard she got a pretty good brain under that gigantic mane." Kevin stopped writing to figure out the best way to phrase it, she didn't want to sound like the receiver was four years old.

"Maybe you should send one to the Delacour-girl too, Merlin knows the fellow going with her would like to -" He cut himself off when remembering thr girl sitting beside him was only eight years old, after all.

"Good idea," Kevin said and copied the message she had decided on to two slips of paper. "Elvis?" The owl gave her the nastiest look possible with the yellow eyes. "Fine, maybe tomorrow?" No change from the owl. "When the weather clears up? Charlie, your owl hates me."

"Wonder why," he said under his breath, making Kaya giggle.

"Whenever you're ready, then," she added to the bird and placed the notes on the counter just as the dog jumped up in her lap. "Oh, you love me, how nice." The problem was the corgi couldn't deliver the letters no matter what.

"Fish, wanna go for a walk?" Kaya said, making the dog bark a couple of times and jump down again to sit by the door.

"Not that long since he was out," Kevin said. "And if it's not to much to ask for, no wet dog tonight."

"Did you take him out?" Charlie asked her.

"No, I thought you did."

"Well, then he probably needs it." Charlie got up and put on his boots and jacket, Fish jumping exited around his legs.

"Can I come too?" Kaya asked.

"Sure, knock yourself out," Kevin said flatly. "I'm going to bed."