It took Anthony a good twenty minutes to finally come out of the bathroom. Though, Jacob was sure, that his twin had spent a lot of the time trying to figure out how to get out of the bathroom. Luckily for Jacob, their mother was an expert in locking charms, and that he had inherited her skill. He had performed a few on the bathroom before he had fetched Anthony.

Anthony swung the door open, still looking annoyed, but more relaxed than he had been. He pushed his glasses up his nose and huffed a bit, ready for Jacob to tell him what was going on. His damp hair was flat around his head, dripping down his face and onto his light blue shirt.

"You can't go looking like that." Jacob said as if it was completely obvious. From his crossed arms, he pointed his wand at Anthony's chest and muttered some charms. Anthony looked down at his shirt and watched, as it became a button up with Hawaiian print flowers. His jeans shrunk into blue bathing suit shorts and his sneakers became dark blue sandals. He felt his hair dry up, and as he turned to look in the mirror, he saw that it was combed exactly how he liked it, straight all around, falling onto his forehead.

Anthony looked back up at his brother, but was more astonished to see that his glasses shimmered gold, and then vanished into thin air. He was able to stare at Jacob with clear sight, and he smiled for the first time in a few days.

"That's an amazing charm, Jacob, where'd you find it?" his scholarly curiosity coming back. Jacob just shrugged and then performed the charm on him self. His outfit was almost identical to Anthony's, except his outfit was mostly dark red; his shirt was open without anything underneath. A pair of very cool red glasses formed on his face, and Jacob smiled a wicked grin.

"Just thought of it." He answered, turning on a heel and heading down the hall and rushing down the stairs. "Come on! I have all our stuff packed. We need to get to the Portkey before five; it's sort of a group thing. We're meeting at The Leaky Cauldron."

Anthony followed, still amazed that he had no glasses slipping off of his nose. He wondered where exactly his brother was taking him, maybe Hawaii, but how would all that work?

"Is Soledad going?" He asked, leaning on the railing as he watched Jacob sling two very thin bags over his shoulders. His twin shook his head, and began going towards the dining room,

"No, and I'd appreciate it very much if you didn't tell her." Jacob disappeared from sight. "MUM! WE'RE LEAVING!"

"Hold on a second!" She called from somewhere in the back. Jacob appeared with a very agitated smirk, lolling his head as far back as possible.

"We really don't have time, they're expecting us in like," He looked down at his watch. "Now."

Hermione appeared with Delaney hot on her trail. Anthony waved to his little sister and she crossed her eyes at him.

"Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" She asked in her most motherly of tones, pointing her finger at Jacob's exposed chest and stomach. He looked down at himself, and then back to his mother, his glasses hiding his emotions.

"Like what?" He asked with absolute honesty. Hermione let out an exasperated sigh and placed her hands on her hips.

"How long are you going to be gone?"

Jacob threw his hands up and started towards the door,

"Don't worry! It's all perfectly safe, it's all perfectly legal," He grabbed his brother's wrist and pulled him down the stairs, opening the door with the other hand. "And I promise to have Anthony back before he's too pissed to walk straight!" He said very quickly.

Jacob sent a huge smile at his mother, who was staring at her twins in complete shock. She seemed to be warming up for a scream, but Jacob pulled his brother through the door, and they Apparated.

The Leaky Cauldron was much different from the last time Anthony remembered it. Bright colored streamers hung from every corner to every corner, and floating flowers held little candles, giving everything a very exotic feel. A banner that read "Congratulations!" hung over the bar. Tom stood behind it with a bit of a smirk on his face, but on a stool sat world famous radio personality Lee Jordan, so he couldn't have been that frustrated.

"Hey! If it isn't the Weasley twins, come on in boys, the others are in the back waiting for you!" Lee exclaimed, combing his hand through his short braids. "I hope you have some fun!"

Jacob smiled brightly and strutted down the hallway Lee had indicated, and Anthony followed, nodding in thanks to the older man. He had figured out that this was Lee's graduation gift to his son, though how he had convinced Tom to let him use The Leaky Cauldron was beyond Anthony.

Down the hall, a group of boys, all familiar to the twins stood, talking animatedly.

Joseph Longbottom wore a Chudley Cannons t-shirt with orange shorts, waving at the twins that were approaching. His sandy hair was streaked with orange, and Anthony had a feeling that he had just been to a game. James Lupin stood next to him in a crimson muscle shirt and black shorts. He held a red towel to his chest, and he nodded towards Anthony.

"Oy! Look who decided to show up!" Andrew Jordan exclaimed, rushing over to exchange handshakes. His hair was tied up into intricate rows of braids down to the base of his neck, and he wore a simple white muscle shirt and jean shorts.

Jacob pulled his sunglasses off and rolled his eyes at his friends,

"I had to get this one," He jerked his thumb at Anthony. "Up and out of the house, had to force him."

Anthony shoved his brother in the back, but blushed at the fact that the other boys must've known about his girl troubles.

Brian appeared from a door to their left side, grinning widely at the twins. He wore no shirt, just dark green shorts. His brown hair was spiked up at every angle possible, and he looked positively ecstatic about it. A white towel was slung over his shoulder, and his bright green eyes shone with excitement.

"Are we good to go then, now that these two morons are here?" He said jokingly, dodging some jabs from Jacob. Andrew checked his watch and nodded, picking up a beach ball that was lying on the ground between James and Joseph.

"Alright, it's going to start in ten seconds, everyone put a hand on." He pushed the ball into the center of the circle they were in, and each of the boys placed a hand on.

Anthony had a sinking feeling in his stomach, but he knew in his heart that he needed this…he needed a break.

"Three…two…one…"

The twins had never traveled by Portkey, and now they knew why. The tugging of their stomach by some sort of invisible hook was much worse than the constant spinning of Floo Powder. It went on for what seemed like eternity, but was probably only a few seconds.

When the tugging stopped, they were in a very dark room, the only light coming from the space under a door behind Anthony.

"Hurry and get out, there's no point staying in the dark, unless you have a girl, of course." Andrew exclaimed, pushing past the others and opening the door.

Music and bright light burst into the room, and when all the boys were out, they had to shade their eyes from the blazing sun (except for Jacob who was grinning madly with his sunglasses on). When they adjusted, Anthony's mouth dropped open in shock.

Laid out in front of them was the most beautiful beach he had ever seen. People (witches and wizards most likely because of the extravagant umbrellas) played volleyball; they surfed on the perfect waves, and walked around comfortably in all different types of bathing suits.

"What are we waiting for?" Brian shouted, pushing through and looking triumphantly at the beach. "I can't believe your dad got us passes to go to the States without having to deal with all that trouble of papers and stuff."

Andrew smiled proudly and they began down the boardwalk, which was quite empty since everyone was on the beach. People roller bladed, rode bikes, and skateboarded, while others casually walked, enjoying the morning sun.

"With a reputation like my father's, we probably could've gotten all these people to come over to our house." He explained, winking at two very tanned girls in very skimpy bathing suits.

"So where are we, anyway?" Anthony asked, keeping his eyes straight ahead and feeling horrible about being surrounded by so many girls and people having fun.

"We, my twin," Jacob started, putting an arm around Anthony's shoulders. "Are in the lovely city of Tampa Bay, Florida for the End of Year Blow Out that is annually held by the infamous Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"I thought that was further north; in Massachusetts, isn't it?" Anthony said, completely ignoring the fact that they were surrounded by people who were his age and in basically in the same situation he was in; not exactly sure what they were going to do with their lives.

Jacob moaned and pushed away from his brother,

"Get your mind out of your books, it's time for some fun!" He turned back to the other boys who had headed out to the beach and were now looking for a spot to of their own. "Come, on, I want to hit these clear blue waves!" Jacob grabbed Anthony's wrist, and the two trudged through the sand to follow their friends.

The boys found a nice spot in the middle of the beach, between two groups of other boys. They seemed friendly, and it was no problem getting into conversations with them, although their accents were a bit unusual to the Hogwarts graduates.

One of the boys, Paul, who had straggly brown hair and dark brown eyes, seemed the most enthusiastic about the events of the day, and had taken no time in telling the Hogwarts boys all about it.

"We've been waiting since first year, it's a huge tradition that star'd up when our parents graduated. They all took a Muggle road trip down hea, and it's been the thing to do eva since."

"Why didn't they just Apparate?" James asked, pulling off his shirt because he was eager to get in the water. Paul rolled his eyes and sighed,

"You have to be eighteen to Apparate here, it's so annoying."

Jacob laughed full heartedly, casually strolling towards a volleyball game that was going on, forgetting that he wanted to go into the water.

As the others in his group dispersed, Anthony decided to continue to talk to the Salem boys, because other Wizarding schools have always fascinated him.

"So, who was your class Head Boy and Girl?" He asked, shading his eyes from the noon sun; he had forgotten that the States were five hours behind London.

Paul tilted his head slightly,

"Head Boy and Girl? Do you mean like, valedictorian, or something?"

Anthony blushed slightly, forgetting another fact about schools in the States; they had Valedictorians and Salutatorians instead of Head Boy and Girl.

"Er…yeah." He said sheepishly. Paul nodded knowingly, and then began to scan the beach for someone.

"She should be around here somewhere…I was surprised she even came, she's a bit of a lona', if you ask me."

Anthony smirked at the comment. Just by looking at Paul's attire (ripped shorts and a shirt that said 'New York Yankees') and by the way he held himself, he could tell that he was a popular jock. His broad shoulders and very muscular arms also helped Anthony deduce this fact.

"Ah, here she comes now, actually." Paul said. "Yo, Jillian, dahling!" He called in a very fake voice. Anthony turned to try to find the girl Paul was staring at, and immediately noticed a group of three girls stationed about twenty meters from them. One of them looked up, and stared at Paul in an annoyed fashion. The sneer reminded Anthony of his mother's.

The girl, Jillian, walked towards the two, lifting her legs high as she walked so she wouldn't get sand in her black sandals. She wore a two-piece black bathing suit, and a gray wrap around her waist. Her straight dark brown hair fell to her shoulders and was cut in a choppy sort of style. Jillian glared at Paul with her golden-brown eyes, and appeared to not have noticed Anthony standing beside him.

"What do you want?" She asked harshly, crossing her arms over her chest. Anthony couldn't help but noticed that her top didn't have any straps. He blushed immediately and looked towards the game his brother had joined.

Paul snorted and clamped his hand onto Anthony's shoulder.

"This fella' right hea wan'd to meet you. He's from England, and I know how you just love boys with accents."

Anthony peeked at Jillian from the corner of his eyes, and noticed that she was staring at him with her mouth hanging open. He fully turned to her and smiled softly, sticking out his hand,

"Hullo, I'm Anthony--"

"Weasley. I know." She interrupted, grabbing his hand quickly and shaking it. Paul stared at the two oddly, and Jillian shooed him away with her free hand (she still hadn't let go of Anthony's)

"How'd you know my name?" Anthony asked, a bit annoyed that even across an ocean he was still known as a Weasley.

Jillian's smile faded, and she blushed deeply, letting go of his hand.

"Oh, um, ah…you're very popular here in the US." She said quickly, running her hand through her hair. Anthony's face contorted into one of confusion.

"Wha-what? Why? How?" He put up his arms in confusion, staring oddly at the girl. She seemed to be struggling to answer the question, but she sent him an award-winning smile.

"You seriously don't know?" She asked. Anthony shook his head slowly. Jillian giggled slightly and grabbed his hand again, "Come on, I'll show you."

She dragged him across the sand and back onto the boardwalk, where they stopped in front of a stand with many different magazines hanging and floating around it. The vendor, an old man with very white hair and light green eyes, smiled at them, showing off his missing teeth.

"Good morning, youngin's." He said happily. "What're ya lookin' for?" Anthony noticed that the man's accent was nothing like Jillian or Paul's. He had what sounded remotely like a British accent, but with a bit of a…twang? Anthony had no idea.

"Um, do you have last month's edition of Teen Witch?" Jillian asked politely, searching the magazines with her eyes. The old man's eyes lit up and he nodded, reaching under his desk.

Jillian turned to Anthony and sent him bright smile, as if she wasn't sure of what to say.

"Here ya go, ma'am, it's on the house since it's an old edition." The old man smiled a toothless grin. Jillian sent her bright smile towards the man, and nodded her head slightly.

"Thanks a lot, have a good day!"

She began to walk down the boardwalk, not gesturing Anthony to follow, but he did anyway. Her brisk past was a fresh awakening to Anthony, who hadn't been about it a few days. Jillian flipped through the magazine without looking up at where she was going; there were a few people who had dodged away at the last second.

Anthony watched over her shoulder carefully, trying to read the pages she was looking through.

"Ah ha!" She shouted, and stopped abruptly, causing Anthony to plow into her. They forced some laughs as Anthony blushed slightly. Jillian shoved the open magazine to his chest and looked over the rim of it, pointing to the title of the article. "Look, right there."

Anthony took the paper and stared down at what her finger was pointing at. He gasped slightly, and backed away,

"Children of Famous Wizards, How They've Grown!" under it, a collage of pictures of various teenagers, and, in the center, was one of Anthony and Jacob, at their graduation.

He looked up at Jillian, who was staring at him with an expectant look. He felt his lip twitch, but he wasn't sure why.

"How…how did they get this?" He asked, his voice strained. Jillian eyes him oddly, as if his nervousness was not what she was expecting. They began to walk again, and this time Jillian led him to a bench right by an entrance to a parking lot.

"Well, you're very famous!" She exclaimed. Anthony stared at her in utter confusion. Jillian rolled her eyes and continued, "Your parents were key parts of defeating Voldemort and the world watched their relationship throughout all of it, you and your siblings are like, little icons, I can't believe you don't know!"

"I guess they learned from my father's temper in England, that we like our privacy." Anthony said, though he was very intrigued about his sudden celebrity. Jillian cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but she tossed her hair over her shoulders as if to calm her self. Anthony couldn't help but notice how the sun bounced off of her dark brown locks.

"Uh, I'm sorry…I guess, I didn't know. I mean; they always have pictures of you, not this month's issue, though." Her blush deepened as she darted her eyes away.

Anthony guessed why she was blushing; she must've been a fan. He smiled slightly, not used to having people actually attracted to him, mostly because the girls at Hogwarts stayed away from him because of his relationship with…her.

"How do they make me out? Am I a total prat?" He asked, crossing his arms. Jillian shook her head vigorously, her eyes shining.

"No way! You're supposedly like, the perfect gentleman, while Jacob's the crazy, wild one."

"That seems about right, do they mention any of my cousins? The Potters?" He leaned back against the bench to stare out at the beach, the graduates seemed to be enjoying themselves, relaxing without having to think about their future for the first time in a few months.

"Oh, the boys are a little too young, but everyone loves Lilly, she's absolutely gorgeous, isn't she?"

Anthony shrugged slightly and shaded his eyes from the sun.

"You would have to ask some other guy, I've never looked at her like that."

They laughed, and Jillian began to fill him in on all the things the various magazines said about them, and pictures they have taken. They also discussed their time at their schools, favorite classes, and what they wanted to do now that they had graduated.

She was very enthusiastic about telling and listening to all the information they were sharing, and her eccentricity didn't bother Anthony at all. Jillian was turned out to be very similar to him, they way they were both so scholarly, and the shyness they each possessed. It was a shock to them that they talked for almost two hours on that one bench, and truthfully, Anthony enjoyed every minute of it.