"Ginny, is that you?"

"Yeah."

"I've been meaning to talk to you about this..."

"Oh... what is it?"

"..."

"D'you think something odd's going on with George and Fred? And what's that sigh for?"

"Nothing odd is going on, they're just they way they are. I know what it is that feels weird to you, Hermione. And I can guess you do too."

"What do you mean?"

"Just... you already know. Talk to Fred and George about it sometime."

"Alright... if you say so."

"You're too clever for your own good."

"What's that?"

"Nothing, Herms. Night."

"..night.."

And she fell asleep confused, with the mischief makers of the Order on her mind. The non-emotions of the day swirled strangely in her mind with the strong ones, the range of feelings very dizzying on a day that usually consisted of only one, in a place where there usually existed none.

As the night before September first grew later, the house fell darker, and the feeling of emotional confusion and numbness permeated the subconscious minds of the sleepers. The house, aloof and uncaring as always, lit clear and cool the next morning, unmindful of the turbulence on the minds if its inhabitants, two girls and two twins in particular. The fact that a life-time long secret had just been discussed mattered not to the Black Manor, and the bustling of the packers reached no further than their outstretched fingers.