When Renae, her siblings, and the Weasley's were all back inside The Burrow, she muttered and frustrated "Bye" and stomped home. Renae ripped open the front door, trudged up the stairs, and slammed her bedroom door behind her.

Renae's walls were painted emerald green with a black ceiling and twinkling yellow stars. The wall around her closet was covered in scraps of candy wrappers, pictures, ticket stubs, and magazine clippings, all taped together in a giant collage. She had brought most of it from her home in Venice and continued adding on to it nearly every night before she fell asleep.

Her bed, which was always un-made, had green Venice Viper sheets to match her walls. Her father had received them as a gift from the rest of the team for Christmas. After he passed away, Renae decided to use them.

The rest of her room consisted of an armoire, a vanity, a desk, and her owl's cage. Her jet-black owl, Iota, was snoozing soundlessly. There were a great number of clothes scattered on the floor amongst numerous amounts of books. Renae loved reading almost as much as she loved Quidditch. They were her passions, and she couldn't get enough of either of them.

Renae turned on her radio and sat on her bed. She started stretching to the music and softly sang. Stretching had always helped her calm down. When Renae was young, she had always gotten worked up from Quidditch, so her mother enrolled her in ballet. Renae didn't think much of it, except that it was for preppy girls that can't take the pain of real sports. Eventually, she found it rather calming, and didn't complain that the other girls would make fun of her for being a tomboy.

Renae moved over to her windowsill to practice her tendus. Vaguely, she looked outside to see Derek and Caleb flipping through the pages of a yellow notebook, sniggering. Greta was tied to her usual spot in the tree by invisible ropes, as it seemed to be. There were tears streaming down her face, and she pleaded with her brothers to return her notebook.

"Boys…," Renae hissed. She opened her window. "CALEB! DEREK! GIVE GRETA HER NOTEBOOK BEFORE I TELL MOM!"

"And why should we listen to you?" Caleb laughed.

"Because, I'm older, prettier, and SMARTER than both of you dunderheads!" she yelled.

"Why does that matter?" Derek sniggered.

Renae glared at the twins for a moment.

Argh… they're right… she thought.

"I'll tell Mom what you did to Ginny!" she hollered.

"We didn't do anything!" Derek said indignantly.

"Yeah! We only suggested that she dyed her hair!" Caleb added.

"So?" Renae smirked. "It's still your fault that Ginny's hair looks horrible. Mrs. Weasley threw a fit!"

"Please, don't tell Mom!" they pleaded.

"Untie Greta and give her notebook back," she directed.

They did as they were told. Caleb shoved the book into Greta's stomach and stomped off with his brother. Greta brushed her curly brown hair out of her face and smiled at Renae.

"You're welcome," she replied.

She shut the window and walked back to her bed. Sitting on the edge, she grabbed the heel of her foot and pulled her leg out, straight, pointed to the ceiling.

"Ah, I see you've still been working on those Heel-Stretches."

Renae turned her head towards her door and smiled.

"Hey, Ma," she said.

Like most mothers and daughters, Renae and Diane looked strikingly alike. They had the same hair color and texture, same body structure, and the same tiny nose. The only thing that was different was their eyes. Diane had emerald green eyes, while Renae's were hazel, like her father's.

"I heard you come in," Diane said as she picked at her chipping nail polish. "Are all teenagers supposed to slam doors all the time, or are you just special?"

"Sorry," Renae laughed. "It's just that, when I went to Diagon Alley today with the Weasley's, I met Ron's two best friends, Harry and Hermione."

"So are you like… jealous?" Diane asked.

"No! Not at all!" Renae shook her head. "Harry and Hermione are really nice. Hermione's into the same books as me, and then Harry…"

"Is he cute?" Diane giggled.

"Omigod, yeah!" Renae laughed. "He's absolutely GORGEOUS! But when we were in Quality Quidditch Supplies- yeah, there's one here- this guy came up to me and started talking and then Ron, Harry, and Hermione totally flipped out."

"Why?"

"Well, apparently, the three of them and him absolutely hate each other. No… actually, they just hate him. He told me that he's just following orders."

"Following orders?" Diane said, confused.

"Yeah… I don't get it either," Renae said as she rolled her ankle. "But Hermione said his father's a Death Eater. That might be something."

Renae stretched her other leg. After counting to eight, she rolled her ankle and then laid back on her bed.

"So, are you almost ready for school?" her mother asked. "It starts tomorrow. My little girl is finally going off to school!"

She laughed and hugged Renae. Diane walked over to the window and leaned on the sill.

"I can't believe I have to spend an entire nine months without you kids…" she sighed. " Nine months! You are coming home for the holidays, right?"

"For some, yeah," Renae shrugged. "It all depends on how much I like school and if my friends are staying. We shall see…"

"So," Diane turned around and clapped her hands. "Do you need me to help you pack anything? What about your clothes? Do you need anything washed? I taught you that de-wrinkling spell, right?"

"No, no, and yes," Renae laughed. "But, if you want to, you can dye Iota's feathers. He just doesn't look right, being all black. Maybe we can give him a Mohawk… with red streaks!"

For the rest of the night, Renae and her mother tried different styles with Iota's feathers while he slept. They talked about what school might be like, what people she could meet, and all of the things she would learn. It wasn't until Iota woke up and scratched Renae's hand deeply that they had to stop their conversation. School started the next morning, and they needed to get up early to reach the station in time. Renae almost instantly fell asleep, with dreams of Quidditch, like usual, in her head.