Disclaimer: Sadly, I have to say that I do not own anything in the Harry Potter Realm. I own all characters that are not mentioned in Cannon.

Please leave a review!

Finally for what seemed like forever, the spinning and horrible stench stopped and I rolled out of the fireplace onto the floor. I coughed and sat up wiping soot off of my shirt. Daniel gave me a hand to help me up and I gladly accepted. "Where are Mom and Dad?" I asked surveying the new house I was in.

"Outside with the estate dealer."

"Oh, okay." I replied. "Have ya'll looking around the house yet?" I questioned and took in the new home, my nose twitching as I smelt the familiar scent of fresh paint.

I was standing in a huge living room with white walls and a beautiful wooden floor. Over to the left by the hallway to the other rooms stood a giant staircase that led up to five bedrooms and bathes that I definitely did not argue with. (We discovered this when we went touring around the house).

"Waited for you, you bright little ray of sun," Logan mocked.

I stomped on his foot hard and smiled. "Aw, thanks Lo, you're such a gentleman." I skipped over to the staircase, eager to explore which room would be mine.

My brothers followed me and soon we were all stomping up the stairs obnoxiously with big smiles on our faces. When we reached the top of the stairs there was a hallway to my left and my right. After exploring further, I found that on the left side there were two rooms opposite of each other and one at the end of the hall. The right side was exactly the same except the room that would be at end of the hall was a smaller version of the living room downstairs.

I ran over to the left side and proclaimed the room at the back to be mine. "Dibs on that one!" I pointed.

My brothers picked rooms on the other side of the hallway, how predictable I thought. I wandered into my new room and looked wide-eyed at all of the space. It didn't look nearly as big as it did from the outside! It must be charmed, I thought. I walked around mentally remembering where I wanted to place all of my things in my room, and then I wandered into my own bathroom. Cool! I thought as I looked at the size of it, it was almost as big as my room. I walked out of my room to find my brothers with the same expression on their faces.

"It's ridiculously humungous!" I said gesturing to the rooms.

"I approve." Logan and Daniel said at the same time. I laughed.

"The only thing we need in the living is like…..a portable…kitchen," Logan smirked and began thinking up ways of making it possible.

I shook my head, "If it weren't for your wonderful athletic abilities you'd be as fat as fat bastard in Austin Powers."

Daniel laughed and looked equally as disgusted as Logan.

Logan posed the Superman pose and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're seriously too old for that," I said and ran down the stairs.

"You're going to get it for that, shorty!" Of course, Logan has to be practically a foot taller than me, the genetics of this I had never understood.

"Ahhh!" I yelped and hid in the nearest door I could find. "Whoa! When they say walk-in closet, they aren't shitting you!" I said loudly observing the closet I hid in. It was by far bigger than, well...it was big.

Logan opened the door at hearing my outburst and grinned evilly. "Wow, that is pretty huge eh?" He agreed and momentarily forgot about getting me back for my comment.

"Sure is! Well, if you don't mind I'm going to put some décor in my room and make it look lived in," I smiled and tried to make a brisk walk towards the staircase without any objections.

"I haven't forgotten about what you said! I'll get you back!" Logan yelled as I stood on the second to the last step directing my things magically up to my room.

I turned and followed them and heard the front door open. "Ray, Logan, Daniel, come into the living room please!" I heard my mom call. I hurried up and directed my things into my room and skipped down the stairs.

Daniel and Logan had positioned the furniture in the living room so that everyone could sit down. How Sweet, I smirked.

I plopped down next to Daniel and jumped into the conversation that took place without me.

"…couple of the neighbors planned a little get-together party for us to get to know everyone." My mother finished.

"Oh, hi Hon," she said to me. "I was just so excited that some of the neighbors planned a little party for us, I forgot to wait for you," she smiled.

"Oh? That's nice of them," I said shyly. Usually at these 'get-togethers' I had to meet people, and I wasn't fond of such things. I'm an extremely shy person unless it's about Quidditch, of course, or books.

"Oh don't worry honey, I'm sure there are plenty of nice people around here that you can make friends with." My dad said sweetly and my brothers snickered.

Now why did my dad have to say that? And what was with the eatable name callings? I threw a glare at Logan since he was sitting across from me, and unfortunately I was too far away to whack him in the stomach. So instead I socked Daniel in the stomach and grinned. "Jerks," I mumbled.

"You guys better be on your best behavior," my mom interjected loudly.

"By guys she means you, Logan," I said with a smirk.

My mom gave me 'the look' and I shrugged. "Just playful banter motherkins! Don't worry, I'll be on my bestest behavior that I've ever been on." And I wasn't lying, I was always on my best behavior, it was just my brother Logan that brought out that bad behavior. It was clearly never my fault.

My dad looked at me suspiciously and then looked back at my mom. "I'm scared," he said in a funny whisper to her.

Everyone started laughing. That was my dad for you; he was always the one to throw in the funny voices or weird jokes that had everyone laughing. "I get my wonderful joking skills from you, father," I said and smiled.

He laughed, but the laughing died down and soon after the doorbell rang.

"Oooo, a visitor from a different realm!" I shouted loudly in a creepy but very nerdy voice. Everyone laughed again and my mom and dad got up to answer the door, before opening it my mom shot us the look which meant 'stop laughing', and we stopped as she opened the door.