Ginny paced nervously in her room. Would Arabella come? Was she just being stupid? Furthermore, what would she tell her? That, that, she just happened to...

Her musings were interrupted by a sharp knock on the window. Two owls were there, one a raggedy old one, and the other a proud Eagle Owl by the name of Hestia.

She quickly unrolled the letter.

Ginny,

Mum said okay. She'll cover for me with Father. I hate lying to him, he doesn't try to manipulate his kids like other parents do (cough, Mr. Nott, cough, cough). He thinks that I've gone to Emma's house, and he gave me this speech about how not to drink any funny stuff that Blaise might give me. It was a bag of laughs, and he looked so uncomfortable. Then Michael (what a prat) came in and was like, just castrate him and we don't have to worry about anything at all. He's the eldest brother, when someone's in their Last Year, you'd think they'd be mature enough not to make those bloody comments! Prig. Don't care if you fancy him (wait, I remember now, you fancy my twin brother. EWWW. Anyway, I'll be there this afternoon via floo powder. You've cleared it with your parents, right?

I do kind of wish I was at Blaise's house right now, though, he's a great kisser, but at least I can ogle at Harry while I'm at your place!

Is everything alright?

Arabella

Yes! Now she just had to tell her mum. Mrs Weasley was rather nice about letting friends stay over, Hermione and Harry practically lived at the Burrow, when they weren't at 12 Grimmald Place. That would be another problem.

'Mum, can I ask you a favour?' Ginny muttered.

'Sure, what?' Mrs. Weasley was preparing the family's trip to stay at the OOP's Headquarters.

'Can I invite a friend over?'

'We're going to the Black's manor! We can't let just anyone be privy to there!'

'She's having some problems at home, and needs a place to stay.'

Ginny could see her mother weakening.

'What's her name?'

'Arabella.'

'Arabella? As in perfect Slytherin, only daughter of Circe and Cole Halliwell-Turner Arabella? She's hot.' Fred commented as he walked by.

'A Slytherin? Most of them are Death Eaters, dear. And we're not sure of the Halliwell-Turner's position concerning you-know-who.' Mrs Weasly gasped.

'She won't tell anyone, Mum, I swear! I'll keep her away from the meetings!' Ginny added.

'Actually, I think it would be a very good idea.' Dumbledore commented from behind them. 'Ms Halliwell-Turner is well behaved, and I don't think that she would go snooping around, nor do I think that she would have any desires to join the Lord Voldemort.

'She's not exactly known for her observation skills.' Ron commented.

'Ron!' Mrs Weasly snapped.

'It's true.' He protested.

'It's just for show.' Ginny explained. 'If she seemed to aware, people might start accusing her of being a Death Eater.'

'She's rather shallow.' Hermione said disdainfully.

'That's also for show.'

'Fine.' Mrs Weasley sighed. She hesitated, then asked, 'she won't mind the mess that the Burrow's in, I mean, she is rather well off. She makes the Malfoy's look rather poor.'

'Doesn't bother her.'

'Probably won't notice, she'll be too concerned with putting on her make-up.' Hermione muttered to herself. She actually didn't mind Arabella that much, but seeing Harry's and Ron's eyes light up when they heard that Arabella would be staying over. Not that she liked either of them, but for some reason she always got jealous when they looked at other girls.

There was a crash, and Arabella stepped out of the fire. 'Hullo, sorry I'm early, but, you know how things are. Hi, Mrs Weasley, it was ever so kind of you to let me stay over. Hermione, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, Professor Dumbledore.' She nodded to each in turn as she stepped out of the fire, dragging her trunk with her. 'Ginny, how's everything?'

'Hullo, dear. We're actually going to stay somewhere else, and we were just waiting for you, but do you want anything to eat or drink?' Mrs Weasly asked.

'No, thanks. I just escaped from my parent's luncheon. Absolutely ghastly! I had to ingest enough tea to feed a small army!'

Suddenly there was a bang from the kitchen.