Author's note: Please review, I would really love to hear what you think! Thanks! Also, I recently changed Celia's last name from Evansence, to Alanus, I think I was able to change all the names but I apologize if I missed one.

DISCLAIMER: All I own is the original plot, Celia and her family, and the legend itself. Hogwarts itself and all other characters are property of J.K. Rowling, the richest woman in England who doesn't need to sue me for the money I don't have J on with the show!

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Chapter 4 : Flying cars & Exploding Candy

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Celia woke up early in the morning, and went for a walk on the beach. She had left a note to her parents, as they were not yet awake, and went on her way. She loved summer mornings. The sun wasn't too hot yet, and the streets were quiet, and the beach and ocean deserted and beautiful. She was wearing a light summer skirt that went over the bottom of her two-piece bathing suit. Her hair was down and behaving nicely today. When she reached the beach, she took her sandals off and slid into the sand. She sighed contentedly. It was a perfect morning. The wind was blowing just enough to play with her skirt and hair, but not enough to be cold. She left her sandals buried in the sand so she wouldn't have to carry them with her, and walked towards the rocks that jut out into the water. There she stood watching the waves.

When she was settled, she began to think about Hogwarts.

'How is it that I am I going to a wizarding school?' She thought amazed. 'I still can't believe that it's not all make-believe!' She thought. 'I wonder how I am going to get there.' She kept imagining what it would be like to be in a wizarding school until soon the peaceful surroundings and the sound of the ocean lulled her to sleep. Suddenly she was back at school. Images and sounds were flooding her mind.

'I don't want you to go out with him,'

"Well that's too bad, you lost your chance"

"What? How can you say that when you know that I -"

"Say that you love him."

"I can't, if I say it I'll cry,"

"You can't tell me not to go out with him just because you have a stupid little crush!"

"How can you do this to me?"

"You know what? I don't care anymore!"

"You know Celia, you just have to get over it."

Celia woke up with a start and realized that the tide had been coming in around her. Jumping to her start she ran down the rocks and onto the beach. Hitting the sand she fell to her hands and knees and began to cry. 'Why?' she asked in her mind.

'Why did you have to do this to me? Both of you! How could you? I-I thought I could trust you! You were my friends! Julia! You were my best friend! You knew I loved him!' She choked on her sobs and fell entirely down, her face in her arms, crying.

When she was done crying, Celia lay in the sand just thinking. She felt so tired. That was how she had felt for so long now. She wished it would stop. Finally, she decided to get up and start home. When she got to her sandals she picked them up and walked barefoot back to the house. When she got there she was glad to find that it was empty. Her parents had left a note that they went down to the pier and that they would be back around 3. Celia looked at the clock. It was 1:25. Plenty of time to take a long shower. She knew they would go to the boardwalk tonight. Celia left her sandals in the hall and headed into the bathroom.

As she was undressing she looked at herself in the mirror. She had definitely grown from the little boyish girl that she used to be when she was little. However, she noticed removing the bottom of her bathing suit, that she still retained a young girl's clumsiness. Countered with what looked like it should have been graceful, she made a very innocent appearance. She wasn't really sure if she liked that idea or not, but she shrugged it off and stepped into the hot shower. Sighing happily as the warm water relaxed her muscles her mind began to wander. Suddenly, she was bombarded by all the memories of him. Times when he was the one who rubbed her back, relaxing her muscles, instead of the water. All the hugs, the games, the conversations…

'No!' The thought was so forceful that she actually shook her head and slammed her palm in to her forehead, as if trying to knock the memories off her brain. 'Why? You've already stolen my happiness! You took everything! Cant' I at least have one shower?!' She squeezed her eyes shut and tried desperately to think of something else. She was too afraid to think of the year ahead, she didn't want the two thoughts to become connected. Finally, the intrusive thoughts left her head and she finished her shower and went to her room to get dressed. She put on a tank top and shorts and lied down on her bed listening to a CD of hers. In what turned out to only be a few minutes later, Celia heard a rapping on her window. Mildly startled, she went to the window to see what it was. Looking out, she saw that the sun was beginning to set and outside her window was an owl carrying a letter. Celia opened the window and let the bird fly in. The owl perched atop her bedpost and Celia lowered the window, leaving it open a little to let in some fresh air. Closing her door, she went to the owl and took the letter. Patting her absent-mindedly, Celia opened the letter and began to read.

'My dear niece,

Ginny Weasley intercepted your letter and forwarded it immediately to me, as you asked. It was very lucky of you to find that particular owl, as the Weasleys will soon become quite a big part of your life, I imagine. As will Mr. Harry Potter, as it was his owl whom they chose to deliver your letter to me. In the future, you need not worry over a change in address, the owls will find you.

Now then, you had questions, to which I have answers.

1.) Yes, it is a wizarding school with real magic. Yes it is a secret, and yes your parents do know. It is imperative that our world remain a secret to the muggle, or non-magic population, however, because you are family, you and your family are trusted.

2.) Yes, as you noticed, Fawkes is a phoenix, and no, the flames were not a fault of yours. I noticed on his return that he looked younger.

3.) Your escorts will be Fred and George Weasley, I imagine they will help you get all your supplies though I advise you not to take anything they give you for consumption, especially candy, as you may temporarily be turned into a canary.'

At this Celia's eyes nearly popped out of her head and she made a neon-colored mental note to remember that.

'4.) As you have noticed, owls are used to carry posts, or mail as you call it. You may have the one that brought you this letter if you like, however, if I may, there is a slight mystery about her that even I cannot explain. She is a very trustworthy animal and a very fast one at that.

5.) You will be taking the Hogwarts Express with the Weasleys to get here; they will take care of you until you leave to come here. You will be in good hands with them as they are a very loving, and trustworthy family.

6.) Diagon Alley has everything you need.

7.) Just tell them to send me the bill; I will let the shop owners know ahead of time to expect you.

Fred and George will pick you up by car on August 20th and bring you to their home for the remainder of the summer.'

'That's in 2 days!' Celia realized.

'Please confirm to your parents that you will be in exceedingly safe hands.

I look forward to seeing you on September the first. If you have any questions feel free to write.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore'

Celia put the note down relieved. 'Good, at least I know what is going on now.' She thought to herself. She looked at the Silvery-white owl that had remained perched on her bed post.

"Well I guess you're mine now." She said to it. The own chirped in a way that Celia took to be an agreement and the bird continued to look around the room.

"I suppose you have a name?" The bird was silent. "No name? That won't do." The owl now looked at her with interest, as though waiting for her to speak.

"Well, would you like a name?" Chirp. "Ok, chirp if you like it and stay silent if you don't." Chirp. Celia thought for a moment and looked the bird over. She was a beautiful owl. Her eyes were a beautiful sea-green and she had a patch of white feathers under her beak down through her belly. On her wings, and back she had gray feathers with touches of silver on the base and tips of each individual feather. Her tail was more like Fawkes's than an owl's. Her tail feathers were longer and there was silver lining the feathers and also at the ends. There was also some silver mixed in with gray middle of her tail feathers. A common name just wouldn't work for her. She needed a mysterious name. Celia looked again into the owls eyes. They were like a gem, but more beautiful than any gem she had seen. And clear, like the water of the Caribbean, but a little darker, and paler at the same time. The only thing she could think of that was supposed to have that kind of coloring was…

"I know!" She told the owl "Tell me if you don't like it but how about 'Pegasus'?" The bird was silent for a moment, but it seemed like she was thinking rather than rejecting. Finally, the bird brightened and chirped.

"Great!" Celia said happily, "Pegasus then." She smiled at her new bird and was truly happy at the way her life was. That minute she heard her parents come in and she left her room to greet them. They were laughing about something that happened at the pier and they looked so happy that Celia herself couldn't help but smile. She told them about Pegasus and the letter and her parents went to her room to go see her new pet. Her father told her that she should leave her window open in case Pegasus wanted to go hunting, so Celia opened it enough for her to get in and out of.

That evening, while they ate dinner, the family talked about all they had done that day.

"I was wondering." Celia said. "Why weren't you more upset that I was gone for so long? Weren't you worried?"

"We were a little worried baby but your father and I know that you can take care of yourself by now-"

"And we know the patrol guards." Her father cut in mocking aggressiveness. Celia and her mother chuckled at him and her mother continued.

"We know that you have been a bit down lately so we thought it would be a good idea for you to have some time alone to think." Celia guessed that her parents had talked about her and decided not to pry because they weren't asking any questions about why she had been 'a bit down' as her mom put it. She was grateful to them for that.

"Oh," she answered. "Thanks then, I was just curious is all. I did need the time alone." She told them. Dinner went by pleasantly and that night they went to the boardwalk as a family. The next day it rained. Celia and her mother went clothes shopping in honor of the new school and they met her father for lunch on the boardwalk. The day was pretty uneventful. That night, before dinner, Celia packed up her bags and after dinner they all sat in the living room playing cards and watching TV.

"We have something for you," Celia's mother began. As if on cue, her father rose and walked into their bedroom. "We sent to your uncle asking which would be the best one." Her father, coming back into the room took over.

"Celia, there are times in everyone's life when they wish they could escape from the world for a while." 'You got that right.' Celia thought. Her father continued. "Not everyone gets that chance, but you, you have a very special gift. And we want you to have this." Her father handed her a broom. It looked brand-new, there was a thin coat of gloss on the handle, and it appeared to have been waxed recently. Celia nearly fell off her chair. 'A broom?' she thought 'that whole speech about a broom?' Looking up at her parents, a confused look on her face, she asked.

"You want me to clean?" Both her parents started to laugh when they saw the problem.

"Sweetie," her mother began, "Think back to all the stories about witches and wizards you have ever heard; what do you think?" Celia's eyes popped out of their sockets and her mouth dropped open wide.

"You mean I can fly on this?" Her parents smiled. She was ecstatic; looking back down at the broom she took a closer look at its handle. Shining in gold and silver near the top were the words 'Hermes 5000.'

"It's a racing broom." Her father informed her. "The fastest they've got, or so your uncle says." Celia ran her fingers over the writing. 'Hermes 5000' she thought. On either side of the silver writing were the golden-feathered shoes of Hermes, the messenger of the Greek gods. Celia looked up at her parents beaming.

"Thank you so much!" she cried, her eyes starting to tear. She didn't need him, her life was amazing, she was going to a wizarding school, she could fly now, she could easily live without him. 'Thank you' she thought silently to herself, 'I just realized that my life isn't so bad after all. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it.'

Celia went to bed that night and dreamt of flying her new Hermes 5000. When she woke up the next morning, for the first time in a long time, her first thoughts were of the future; not the past.

Celia woke up early the next morning and got dressed. She took some care in making herself look good, without making it seem as though she cared. And sprayed vanilla scent on herself lightly. Making sure all her things were ready and giving Pegasus some leftovers from her breakfast, she went out for a final walk on the beach. The day was a bit foggy as it was early, but she could feel the warmth of the sun anyway. This time, she sat in the sand, rather than the rocks, and stared out at the ocean. It was such a calming scene. Good thing too, because her nerves were jumping. 'I hope everyone likes me.' She thought. 'I'm the niece of the headmaster; they might think that I am getting an easy break. Well, I'll have to prove otherwise, I'll just be myself, and hope that I am someone they like.' Celia settled her mind and reached into her pocket. There was candy inside.

'Don't take anything they give you, especially candy…' Her uncle had warned. 'Well, if it's a joke they want, it's a joke they're going to get.' She thought to herself. Just then, Celia heard a familiar chirping. She turned and saw Pegasus flying towards her. On instinct, she put her arm out and Pegasus landed on it. She had heard that birds of prey have some serious talons and that they could rip up your arms pretty well, but for some reason, this didn't happen with Pegasus. Faintly she remembered something her uncle said about a mystery but tossed it aside, it wouldn't be something that small.

"Pegasus," She asked the bird. "What are you doing here?" As if answering her question, Pegasus flew into the air and spun around rapidly, letting off a silvery-white glow, then came back down to rest on her shoulder. A moment later, two boys appeared climbing over the sand dunes. Both had red hair and freckles, and the same eyes, and height, and -- hang on, they were exactly alike, from the way they were walking, to the mischievous gleams in their eyes, without a doubt, these were the Weasleys. Something clicked.

"Oh, I see," She said to Pegasus. "You were leading them to me. That was very clever Pegasus!" She praised, stroking her feathers.

"Oi!" One of the boys yelled, "You wouldn't happen to be Celia Alanus would you?"

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George lowered the car to the ground, looked to be sure that no muggles were around and enabled visibility.

"What did mum say again?" he asked.

"She said to look for a glow. There's some sort of phowl there or something."

"Lucky girl this one, getting a Phowl!"

"Yeah but she's muggle born and raised," George said, the gears in his brain turning. "We can test the candy-form canary creams" The twins smiled connivingly. They had been given strict orders not to test any of their new creations on Dumbledore's niece, but the canary-cream formula had already been tested on Neville last year. Nothing had been said about the F&G approved formulas, so the boys decided that this wasn't against the rules.

"Poor girl." Fred lamented mockingly. "Oi! There it is! Look there!" He said suddenly, pointing to a house on the left.

"Hold on then," George said as he recklessly turned into the driveway next to the house, giving them both a slight case of whiplash and fatally wounding a wooden stick holding a box labeled 'mail' on the front.

"Dreadfully sorry about that. I hope it wasn't important." George said getting out of the car. Flying the car was easy by now, but the muggle way, with all the lines and colors was just too confusing. The two of them walked to the door and knocked firmly. A woman with dark brown hair opened the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked, giving the boys a suspicious look.

"We're here to pick up Celia Alanus," Fred told her. "Does she live here?"

The woman's face suddenly lit up with recognition.

"Oh! You must be the Weasleys! Yes, you've got the right house, I'm Celia's mother, but I'm afraid she's not here right now, she's gone down to the beach for a bit"

"Would you be able to tell us how to get there?"

"Of course, please come in." The woman opened the door for them and they both went inside and looked around. There was not a bit of magic in the whole place.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but how exactly did you get here?" She asked.

"Car." George said nonchalantly

"Car? From Britain? How did you get over the ocean?"

"Flew." Fred answered in the same tone.

"Flew." Mrs. Alanus said skeptically. She was completely taken aback. He had said the word flew as though it were nothing. She knew that as wizards this was an easy thing for them, but the idea that it wasn't even special to them was something that she wasn't expecting. She then realized suddenly just what what they had said really meant. "You mean your car flies?" They both nodded.

"But don't go telling' everyone that." One of the boys said. "Dad'll get into loads of trouble; we're not supposed to bewitch muggle items." He finished.

"I see, I'm sorry, I just realized, what were your names?"

"He's George, and I'm Fred, Weasley" At that moment, a silver and white owl flew towards them. On instinct, Fred put his arm out and the bird landed on it. The pain he was expecting never came, and for a moment he thought the bird was still hovering.

"Ah, so you're the one who led us here," George said, addressing the bird.

"Thanks for that." Fred said, recovering from the surprise of not feeling her land.

"How did she lead you here?" Mrs. Alanus asked.

"Oh she let off a glow. Very common for phowls."

"Phowls?"

"It's a common name for messenger owls that are half phoenix like this one here." Fred said, now turning towards the bird. "Say would you be able to lead us to where Celia is?" He asked it. She chirped and spread her wings, letting them know that she was ready to go.

"The beach is very close," Celia's mother told them. "You could walk from here." She told them noting the mailbox.

"Excellent, Fred here isn't too good at driving, on the ground."

"What are you talking about? You drove the car!"

"Yeah, but you can't prove it!"

"Don't have to, you just did."

The boys left the house with the phowl still laughing about the car.

'Strange boys,' Mrs. Alanus thought to herself.

The phowl flew ahead of them, always keeping close enough so that they could see her. Finally, they came to a sand dune and the phowl let off a silvery glitter in the air, a little ways past it. Celia was under her. Fred and George began to climb over the sand dune and when they reached the top they saw her. In the distance stroking the phowl was a girl. She was looking straight at them. Celia.

"Oi!" Fred shouted. "You wouldn't happen to be Celia Alanus would you?"

"Yeah that's me." The girl yelled back. "And you are the Weasleys aren't you?" She asked, the boys coming closer.

"That's right, he's Fred and I'm George."

"Nice to meet you." Celia said. She looked the boys over. George had his hand in his pocket and wore a smirk on his face. 'He's got the treats then.' she thought to herself.

"Did you walk here?" She asked wondering if they used any magic.

"From your house we did, your phowl showed us the way. Nice bird that one. You get it from Dumbledore?" Fred asked.

"What? You mean Pegasus? Yeah, my uncle sent her." Celia began as they started walking back. "What's a phowl?"

"What? You mean you don't know?" Celia shook her head "Man, you really are a muggle." George commented.

"Muggle? Oh that's right! Non-magic people." She reminded herself. She saw right away that she would have a lot to learn. "Uh- Sorry," She apologized.

"Nah, it's ok, it's not like you had people to tell you." Fred told her. "I mean Harry was clueless too when he came back, and well -- he's Harry Potter!" Celia felt better at this, and the 3 continued walking.

"Oh yeah!" George said as if remembering something he was supposed to do. "This is from my mum," He told Celia. "I guess you could call it a welcoming present." He finished handing what looked like normal hard candy over to Celia.

'Ah! This is it!' Celia thought. 'Yeah right, welcoming, more like initiation.' Celia took the candy and sniffed it. 'Perfect!' She thought, recalling her own candy in her pocket. 'It looks just like the jaw-breaker I have!'

"Is this wizarding candy?" She asked the boys.

"Yeah go on, try it!" George said, smiling.

"Thanks!" Celia said, raising the candy to her mouth with one hand and reaching into her pocket with the other. When she had almost reached her mouth, she feigned dropping the candy and caught it with her other hand. "Whoa, that was close" she said, popping her own jaw-breaker into her mouth. She watched the twins' expectant glare and snickered in her mind. "Wow! This is really good!" she exclaimed. "Thank you!" Then she put her hand back into her pocket. "Oh hang on!" She said, pulling out the Fred and George's own candy. "I only have one piece but maybe I can split it." She offered, attempting to pull the candy apart. It wouldn't break. "Oh, ok well pick a number then." She told them. Fred and George, who were still in watching her confused, absent-mindedly obeyed.

"Five." Fred guessed.

"Seven."

"George got it." Celia told them handing him the candy. "Here you go," she said. "Try it."

"Um, thanks" George responded, still watching her. He raised the candy and popped it into his mouth. It wasn't until a second later that he saw his mistake. His face turned to shock and Celia smiled victoriously at the over-sized canary across from her while Fred, in shock, doubled over in laughter. Celia couldn't help but laugh as well. She hadn't known what the effect of the candy would be, but the results were better than she had ever imagined.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" Celia said, mocking sincerity. "I must have switched them!" She giggled connivingly as George's feathers began to molt. "Oops!" she said innocently between giggles as Fred continued snickering. He was staring at her with a look of shock and awe.

"My uncle warned me about taking candy from the two of you!" She said with a playful smirk. George smiled and Fred tried to get a hold of his laughter.

On the way back to the beach house, Fred and George joked with Celia freely and she felt as though with her little prank she had proven herself to the both of them. When they reached the house, her parents had gotten her luggage from her room and placed it inside the door, along with her racing broom.

"Wow!" George, who was now back to his human form, exclaimed running up to it.

"Oh! Tell me that's what I think it is!" Fred asked in awe.

"A Hermes 5000!" Fred and George sank to their knees in unison as a tribute to the broom. Celia couldn't help but giggle at them.

"A Hermes!" Fred exclaimed getting up. "Cel, where'd you get one? Even Harry still has a Firebolt and he always gets the newest stuff!" Suddenly, Celia felt out of place. It didn't seem fair that she should have these things when she really didn't know anything about the magic world, nor the true worth of the things she had.

"Uh, my parents got me that. I feel kind of odd though, having all this, I mean I don't even know how to ride a broomstick." She told them, feeling a little shy.

"Don't worry, we'll teach you how." George told her. "I suppose you're not first year then huh? What year will you be in?"

"I really don't know." Celia answered just remembering that this was no vacation. Magic, or no magic, it was a school.

"Well, how old are you then?" Fred asked.

"Sixteen"

"Well that's 6th year then." He answered. "We're in our 7th year." He told her.

"Our brother Ron an' Harry are in their 5th." George said. "Ginny's in her 4th-"

"Did you just say Ginny?" Suddenly Celia remembered about the owl.

"Yeah, our sister Ginny."

"Your sister! Ginny is your sister?" Celia was almost too excited. "Then it must have been your owl that I found! I sent a letter to my uncle, and your Ginny made sure that it got to him."

"Yeah I remember, she asked Harry to borrow Hedwig for that." Fred recalled. It seemed as though something was pushing her towards this family. First she finds their owl, and then they are the ones that would come to get her. It was like fate.

When everything was packed into the car and the three were well fed, it was time to go. Celia's mother and father stood by the car and took turns wishing their daughter well. Her mother stepped forward first.

"Goodbye sweetheart," she began. Celia knew how hard it would be for her mother. Celia had never been to a boarding-type school before. Her parents were used to seeing her everyday after school. Celia hugged her mother.

"I'll be alright mom."

Next it was her dad's turn. He hugged her tightly, more for her than him, and brought her arms length.

"Fly high Celia." He told her. "Fly high."

When they were done saying goodbye, Celia walked to where Fred and George were leaning on the car. Fred, almost jokingly opened the door for her while George made a motion with his hands and bowing said,

"You first my lady." With a smirk on his face. Celia laughed and grabbed Fred's hand to 'help her into the car.'

"Why thank you!" She said, playing along.

"Well, here we go then!" George told them, when they were finally in the car.

"Bye mom!" Celia said waving.

"Don't worry! We'll take good care of her! We promise!" Fred confirmed. Waving goodbye, they drove down the road and turned the corner.

"I've just thought of something." Celia said casually.

"What's that?" asked George.

"How are we going to get to London in a car? We can't drive there can we?"

"No." Fred answered, playing with the gears. "We can't, and we don't intend to." As if thinking with the same mind, Fred pulled the gear stick up, hard, and George pushed a button in the middle of the dashboard. All at once, the car was in the air and the hood and outside of the car had vanished. Celia looked out her window amazed.

"I don't believe it!" Celia cried. "We're flying! We're really flying!" Fred and George smiled as Celia pointed out different places on the ground. "Look! There're the roller coasters! Oh! That one's so much fun!" She exclaimed pointing to a large green structure filled with water.

"What is it?" George asked.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me! You've never been on a roller coaster?" Both the twins shook their heads.

"We don't really know all that much about muggle stuff." Fred told her. Celia got an idea.

"Ok! I have an idea, land the car. I'll teach you some muggle stuff, and you can teach me about wizards. You can't go through life having never ridden a roller coaster! What do you say?" There was a silence. George glanced at the time.

"We do have until tomorrow to bring her back." He mused.

"See?" Celia encouraged excitedly. "Please? Oh pleeeease?"

Fred smiled at her.

"Alright then," He said, turning the car around and lowering it to the ground according to her directions.

"No! You have to land on the right side of the yellow line! The right!" She commanded, nearly climbing on top of Fred and swerving hard to avoid oncoming traffic. Fred watched Celia in shock as she continued to steer.

"Just control gas and brake and I'll get you there." She told him. Her eyes never leaving the road. "Break a bit I have to turn here. Driving is different in the States."

"Not to mention on the ground." George put in after her.

When they finally arrived, Celia now sitting on Fred's lap in order to park, Celia showed the boys the games, stores, food, and rides. The three of them walked up and down the boardwalk playing random games and getting nothing to show for it. Celia bought the twins fried dough, and an iced tea for herself from one of the food stands.

"What is this stuff?" George asked looking cautiously at the food. Celia laughed.

"It's dough and powdered sugar, don't worry it's not a trick. It's muggle food." She added, breaking off a bit and sticking it in her mouth. Seeing Celia eat it, George deemed it safe and the two both began eating. Soon, powdered sugar covered their clothes and faces. Celia laughed.

"I guess I should have warned you about that." she said still giggling.

"Oh, you think this is funny do you?" Fred asked looking at her connivingly. Celia looked from Fred to the plate of powered sugar and back. Suddenly she got very nervous.

"No wait!" She protested backing away.

"Oh no you don't! Get back here!" Fred yelled playfully gathering powered sugar into his hands.

In a matter of seconds, Fred was carrying a very white Celia back down the boardwalk. George had begun to laugh so hard that he had fallen into the remaining sugar in the plate. When the three had removed as much powdered sugar as they could, and the iced tea was passed around, they arrived in front of the ride Celia had seen from the car. Fred grabbed Celia's arm as she was heading up the stairs.

"What are we doing?" Celia jut grinned at him.

"If I tell you, it would spoil the fun; you'll just have to trust me." Fred and George saw her eyes sparkle mischievously, "If you wanna know what this is, you'll just have to follow me and find out!" She told them freeing herself from Fred's grasp and running up the stairs. Fred looked from George, to the stairs where she had been standing, and back. George nodded.

"Hey Celia! Wait up!" George yelled, as the twins ran up after her. When they caught up to her, she handed them both a ticket and they followed her inside.

Inside the building, the three were put into a log. George climbed into the front, followed by Celia and Fred who sat behind her.

"It's wet!" George noticed, his hands moving to the metal bars on either side.

"Of course it is! Don't worry, it's supposed to be." Celia told him.

"Ok, so what do we do now?" Fred asked.

"Nothing," She answered over her shoulder. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride." The log was floating along the track and Fred and George started enjoying themselves.

"Hey Celia," Fred began, reaching over the side, "I'll help you clean some of that sugar off." He joked making as though to splash her.

"Heh" She smirked, "Oh I wouldn't worry about that." She told him. As if on cue, the log was suddenly jerked out of the water and they began climbing a slope. Celia lost her grip and slid back into Fred who caught her, on instinct, around the waist. Celia was beaming with excitement. After a small dip, the log went around a turn and suddenly halted to a stop.

"What's going on?" George asked. Not seeing any more track in front of them.

"Oh they always stop you before a drop."

"A what?" Fred's hold on her tightened slightly, again as though from instinct.

"You might want to hold on!" Celia told them, doing so herself as the log moved again. All three of them screamed on their way down the 40 foot drop they were descending.

When they reached the bottom, they caused the water to come up like a Squall.

"Well, at least we're clean!" George yelled back to them, a huge smile on his face. The three of them laughed. It was true; there was not a speck of powdered sugar left on them.

After a long day of games, rides, and food, the three decided it was time to leave at last for Britain. They loaded everything into the car and flew, invisibly, into the night sky. All of them chattering about the days events.