Sian laughed as she looked down from her tower into the overgrown hedge garden behind her house. There were six guys chasing each other on broomsticks. Sian gave a small cheer and bounded down the spiral staircase and grabbed her broom at the bottom. She jogged out to the entrance of the maze. Having memorized the pathway to the center of the garden from previous excursions Sian hopped on her broom and zoomed dangerously fast around every corner. Right before she turned the last corner a whistle sounded and she slowed down, cautious. Sian hopped off her broom and tiptoed across the mossy underfoot to the center of the maze. "Aha!" A boy with a thick Irish accent yelled and jumped at Sian. She fought off two redheads she presumed to be twins while a third redhead and three other guys watched.

"Oy!" A sandy-haired boy exclaimed. The twins looked up and Sian dove out form between them. "Sorry 'bout that Miss."

"No prob," Sian told him her eyes glinting icy blue in laughter.

The sandy-haired boy blinked nervously, weren't her eyes grey?

"Sorry," the twins apologized eyeing her broom, "can't let the muggles tell on us y'know?"

Sian grinned, "Jus' don't let it happen again."

"Sure thing----" One replied trailing off.

"Sian MacDonal, owner of this bit o' land you lads are playin' on." Sian's accent was harsh, cold, and richly Irish.

A twin sporting a split and puffing lip attempted a grin; "I'm George Weasley."

"Fred," his twin extended a hand with his eyes twinkling even though he was developing a black eye.

Sian however had the combined of these two injuries and many more bruises on her body and was sure the twins did as well. "So Seamus-how long's it been?"

"Five years?" The tall sandy-haired boy guessed.

"Are you goin' ta introduce me?" Sian asked.

"Uh, yeah-this is Ron--" He motioned to a younger-looking Weasley, "and Dean," a dark-skinned boy nodded in acknowledgment, "and Lee," the remaining blonde boy grinned.

"Lemme guess, it's your birthday?"

"Yah," he grinned.

"What're you---fifteen?"

"Damn---for someone who never keeps in touch---"

"Hey, I told you I been busy---"

"Too busy to Owl---"

"Owl-hell-in America we Dog people."

"Dog?" George asked.

"Dog. Instead of an owl that flies everywhere and looks out of place in America-flying in the daytime and such, we've got dogs that Apparate and Disapparate, so when they wander around they look a lot like strays. Like Rowan---Rowan!" Sian called.

Suddenly an Irish Setter appeared at her side, all six guys jumped.

"This is Rowan."

Rowan barked in reply.

"Rowan?" Sian's mother called and Rowan leapt in the direction of the house- -only to disappear---mid-leap. "Sian? Can you come here for a minute?"

"Yeah!" Sian yelled hopping on her broom and zooming away.

"Well she was cool," George told his friends.

"How come you never told us about her?" Lee demanded of Seamus.

"Yeah," Ron added.

"Guys, it's been over five years---five years and we've hardly spoken. Besides she was a clingy tomboy, I-like-to-beat-up-guys-for-the-halibut kind of girl. Real grimy little troublemaker."

"Well she sure as hell isn't one now," Fred commented.

"No-she's pretty hot-who would've thought---"Seamus agreed.

"Definitely not me," Dean told his friend.

Seamus grinned, "We'd better pack it in, looks like rain."

"Sure," agreed Ron.