Giggling and squee-ing, Kira rode in the carriage with Ron, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, and a rather annoyed (french-cursing) Gracie.

"Merde, merde! Le baiseur de mère pourquoi pas vous soyez calme, imbécile?" Gracie suddenly shouted loudly in french.

"Wait, I know french!" Hermione interrupted, looking happy that she was the only one who could converse with the beautiful french girl. Gracie glared at her.

"Est-ce que je peux vous offrir un panais?"

"Non, vous ne pouvez pas."

"Où est le crayon de mon oncle?"

"Je ne sais pas. Peut-être il est dans votre âne?"

Kira laughed at the disgusted face Gracie made as the bushy-haired girl mutilated her lovely french language. Gracie managed a smile as no one knew that she had insulted the bossy girl except for Kira.

"You know, Gracie, I've always loved french girls- i mean, the french language, perhaps you could teach me?" Ron reddened as Gracie winked. Hermione glowered (although she didn't notice Kira taking something from Fred and sticking it in her cloak.)

"RON!"

"What?"

"You kicked me!"

"Did not!"

"Not again." Harry muttered as Fred and George groaned.

"They've been fighting all summer." Harry said quietly to Kira, who was be quite deafened, sitting next to a screaming Hermione. She giggled as Hermione suddenly stopped mid-scolding. Ron continued yelling unaware of the horror-stricken look on Hermione's face. Gracie cast an approving glance at Kira.

"What have you done to her?" Gracie whispered.

"A simple voice mutilating charm. Screamo bands use it." Kira laughed again. "Except it's in the form of an enchanted item. And there's no way she would throw it away." Gracie raised an eyebrow, as Kira looked sideways at the others, as if suspecting them of listening in. "A book." Gracie actually laughed this time.

"What are you two whispering about, hmm?" George questioned.

"About how much we love redheads." Gracie said, smirking at the twins and Ron who had not stopped yelling at the silenced Hermione until now.

"Huh?" The carriage suddenly stopped as they all piled out and onto the steps (Kira slipping a few times).

In the Great Hall, everyone looked either very happy to be back or rather somber that summer vacation was over. Gracie nervously shuffled her shoes as she left Kira to go to the Slytherin table and grabbed a seat next to Draco.

After the Sorting Ceremony (in which Kira claimed, rather loudly, three new first years.), the start-of-term feast began. Gracie ate delicately and slowly while Kira laughed boisterously, swinging her cup of cider as if the Great Hall were an Irish pub. The Hall quieted down as Dumbledore stood majestically to make his annual first day speech.

"Welcome everyone- new and old.-" Kira starting snoring loudly, her face in what was left of her lentil soup. Gracie held a half-smile on her face. She was starting to like this eccentric Kira.

author's note: The conversation is french in the beginning translates loosely into:

Gracie- "Shit, Shit! Mother fucker why won't you calm down, idiot!"

Hermione- "May I offer you a parsnip?"

Gracie- "No, you may not."

Hermione- "Where is my uncle's pencil?"

Gracie- "Oh, I don't know. Perhaps it is up your ass?"