Livia was very excited about her new school. She had finally gotten her supply list from Hogwarts and was on her way to Diagon Alley. She put on her All-American Rejects concert tee and turned off her CD player, which was playing her new Clay Aiken CD. She checked the mirror to make sure her shoulder-length, boring, straight, black-dyed-red hair looked okay. She was short for her age (5'4" at 16) and had blue eyes. She grabbed her purse and was off to the fireplace. She grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fire.

"Diagon Alley!" she shouted as she stepped into the emerald-green flames.

"WHEEE!" she shrieked. Livia very much enjoyed traveling by Floo powder. In fact, she was enjoying it so much that she didn't realize she'd come to a stop until she fell face-forward onto the floor of a shop, causing quite a commotion. She rolled over so she was on her back..

"Ow."

"Are you okay?" two voices asked her simultaneously. She looked up and saw two identical redheaded faces.

"Why are there two of you?" she asked, thinking she was seeing double.

"Well, you see," one of the faces offered, "when babies are conceived, the egg sometimes splits too many times, thus creating twins."

"GEORGE!" exclaimed the other face, "I didn't know you knew all that!"

"Yes," replied George, "I am much smarter than you give me credit for." They held out their hands to help her up.

"I'm George Weasley," he said, introducing himself, "and this is my lesser half, Fred Weasley, and we are the purveyors of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, the store you so gracefully entered a moment ago."

She smiled. "I am Livia Castor, I am an American transfer student, and I need stuff for school."

"Then you've come to the right place!" exclaimed Fred, leading her over to a shelf of what appeared to be dessert snacks.

"Have a Canary Cream!" shouted George, who had suddenly appeared on her other side, offering her a suspicious looking snack. As she bit into it, she let out a loud chirp and sprouted feathers. The next second, however, she was herself again.

"Wow," she said, "That was FRIGGIN' AWESOME!!"

"Yes," explained Fred, adopting a very businesslike manner, "Canary Creams are one of our best sellers, 10 for a Galleon." 15 minutes later, her bag was chock-full of Canary Creams, Skiving Snackboxes, and all other manner of things a magical prankster needs to get by in school.

"This," she thought to herself, "is going to be a great year."