Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter. i don't own fred and george. I don't own draco malfoy (wish i did, tho). yada yada yada. I am not JKR. sry bout the spacing. R and R!!! Talia woke up to a large cracking noise and bright lights right in front of her nose. "AAAAAAGH!" she shrieked, and then was silent, listening intently. She heard sniggering right outside her room. Inwardly, she groaned. "Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?!" she thought, lying in bed with the remnants of the firecracker. With reluctance to leave her warm, toasty bed, she threw off her covers and sighed. She stood up silently, picking up the water bottle next to her bed and unscrewing the cap. She walked quietly up to the door frame, then whirled around the corner to face Fred and George. Before the two tall twins (A/N: lol tongue twister!) could move a muscle, Talia thoroughly doused them with water. She walked back into her room, away from the spluttering two. "Don't get your knickers in a twist. We were only trying to be of help!" said Fred, acting hurt. "You said we need to get out of the house this morning!" "NO ONE wakes me up before 7." She snarled, flopping back down on her bed. "Towels are in the bathroom down the hall, if you need." she said, then, slightly softer. "Wow." breathed George in awe. "She is not a morning person." Fred didn't answer as they headed towards the john, thinking of the scene that just occurred. "She was wearing red elephant underwear," he noted (on accident) out loud. George elbowed him, singing, "Talia and Freddy, sitting in a tree. K-I-S- S–" "Think whatever you want, mate." Said Fred, grinning. "You're the one who couldn't stop staring." They finally reached the bathroom, pushing and shoving their way inside, but stopping once they saw the scene. Broken glass was scattered everywhere, the towels in ripped up pieces on the floor, all of the cupboards open and messy, the work of Death Eaters. "Almost like they were..." murmered Fred. "Looking for something," completed George. They exchanged dubious looks. Eventually, they sauntered to the kitchen, slightly less torn apart as it was bare. Literally. No refrigerator, nothing in the cabinets, no oven, no furniture... "Doesn't look like she spent much of her time here, does it?" asked George rhetorically. He shared a look with Fred that clearly doubted the virtue of where she did spend her time. "You are correct." said Talia, walking into the room (now fully dressed, both redheads noticed). "Like I said, I was away often with my ma- parents." she said clumsily. "Now... breakfast." she sighed. The two teenage boys perked up at the prospect of food. "Hold on." she said in an exasperated tone of voice. Talia headed back towards her room, digging through her duffel bag to get out three bars of chocolate. Damn! she thought. This would deplete her supply of (in her opinion) the best remedy for anything magic or hormone-related. Oh well. She returned with them in her hands. "This isn't much," she warned, "but it will hold us until we can reach some real food." The twins devoured their bars and awaited her next move. "Well, I guess we should get going. I'm already mostly packed." Approximately a half-hour later, Talia had dug up (literally) her old broomstick- "I haven't seen this thing in AGES!" she exclaimed- to the delight of the twins, as it was a broom of about the same quality and speed as their own. "So... " Talia trailed off. "Where are we going, anyway?" Fred and George wished to replenish their supplies of joke shop inventing/producing materials, so the small group's first stop was to be Diagon Alley. Talia felt a forboding feeling in her gut at the concept of large crowds of wizarding folk. This wouldn't be good.