((Hey guys! Sorry for all the shorter chapters, its finals week. I'm dying to write and really want to post a chapter every day or at least every other day, because I have a feeling this is going to be a long fanfic, since I plan to have it cover from Prisoner of Azkaban to The Deathly Hallows and also have two different endings. If you would please review, I would love to get feedback. This is my first fanfic in 4+ years, so I would love to be able to get some feedback on it. I've quit to many fanfics because I gave up or lost confidence, and I adore this story so much I don't want to do it here as well. Please and thank you!))

The first two week had finished, Josephine had been at Hogwarts for eleven days, and she could not have been happier. Even the homework she had to do excited her, because she was learning somewhere where she didn't feel restricted. She was struggling a little with the reading and writing, her English better spoken than in writing, but she solved that quickly by having her cousin look over any written work she had before she turned it in. The only problem she was having was making friends, having been so caught up in her school work and doing any slight catching up that she completely forgot about it. The girls in her dorm were nice enough, but she didn't talk to them much. One of them was in Quidditch, the other in choir, the other constantly with her boyfriend, so they didn't stay in the room for very long except to sleep.

She had sat in the table next to the twins during Transfiguration on Wednesday, and discovered she had most of her classes with them, the only ones without them Divination, Ancient Runes and Ghoul Studies. They made the classes much more interesting, that was for sure. During Potions on Monday they somehow managed to blow up a caldron five tables away from them, much to the dismay of the poor Slytherin girl who was covered in an unfinished Draught of Peace. Josephine could not stop laughing and almost knocked over their own draught, much to the dismay of her partner. The twin's antics and her laughter put all three of them in detention, which was spent cleaning up the mess they had made earlier in the day.

Waking up around noon after sleeping in on Saturday, Josephine dressed in more normal clothes, having seen students walking around the grounds in normal clothing as she glanced out her window. Tugging her sweater down over her stomach, and making sure the tights under her skirt had no holes in them, she headed down for lunch. The common room was empty when she passed through it, but as she stepped through the portal she could hear the echoes of voices from downstairs. As she headed towards them, she was distracted by the moving paintings on the walls, and did not notice the odd substance on the landing. She nearly fell forward as her feet stuck, catching herself on the banister before she hit the floor face first. Looking down as she righted herself, she found her shoes to be surrounded by dark purple, thick goo. Trying to pull her shoes out of it, she failed to notice two more pairs standing in front of her. That was, until there was the sound of someone clearing their throat above her head. Looking up, she found the ginger twins standing in front of her, both with amused yet crestfallen expressions.

"Sorry about that. " "We were hoping to catch our brother." They said in turn, hands shoved into their pockets. "Percy?" she asked, all too familiar with their brother, who had insisted on telling her every rule there was for everything about Hogwarts. They nodded, one of them pulling something out of his pocket. She hadn't talked to the two of them much, only seeing them in class, in passing, and when they would sit next to her during meals. Of course, they said things in passing or casually but that was about it. She really didn't know much except from what she had inferred from their interactions and from listening to people talk. She knew that they were known as pranksters, were part of a very large pureblood family, weren't too well off, were the Hogwarts Quidditch team's beaters, earned good marks despite their devious nature, and were apparently well liked by many of the student. Earlier in the week she had overheard a group of girls talking about how they'd grown since the following year, and apparently had gotten far more attractive over the summer. As they poured a clear liquid over the goo, making it harden and crack, she found that she didn't disagree with the rumor she had heard.

"Merci." Dusting off her sneakers, she looked at them and smiled. "Mer-what?" one asked. "Its thank you in French you git." "Oh, right." She rolled her eyes at their banter, but stood up a little straighter when she noticed something. Thinking back to any time they talked to someone, she realized that one's voice was slightly higher than the others. She would take the time to test this theory at lunch. "Perhaps you should try and prank your brother in a less public area." She ran her fingers through her hair, leaning against the banister. "Good idea." One said, scuffing the area where the goo-dust had collected with his shoe. After a moment of awkward silence that led Josephine to leave tooth indents in her lip, the one with the deeper voice spoke up. "If you didn't have plans, want to walk to lunch with us?" Shrugging, she replied. "Sure, it is not like I have anything else to do." Her voice lost its strength halfway through her sentence. "What? No meetings with friends or boyfriends?" The other said, smiling to show he meant no offense. She snorted, heading towards the Great Hall as they walked on either side of her. "Very funny." She muttered.

They left the conversation there as the walked in silence, and Josephine was grateful. The fact that she had yet to make a friend upset her greatly, because it was the only thing she was having trouble adjusting with. Even thought she didn't have many friends at Beauxbatons, she still had people to be around. The three started to fill their plates as they sat down, the twins taking a place across from her instead of their normal spot on either side of her. "Have you started that paper for McGonagall yet?" one asked her after several minutes of silence, making her jump. "I already finished." She stated quietly, looking at them. "Already? It's only been three days. " "I did it in the library after Herbology, finished it Thursday night. " she stated simply, shrugging her shoulders. "Did you sleep?" they asked at the same time, raising an eyebrow. Nodding, she reached for another baked potato. "Am I odd?" she asked softly, suddenly feeling unsure of herself. "No, most people just don't finish stuff that quickly" said the one with the deeper voice. She nodded, looking at the two of them from underneath her lashes as she ate, wondering about them.

Through the next week the twins found her more and more, talking to her during meals and saying hello to her in the common room. Although she was extremely confused as to why they were paying attention to her, she didn't mind it. It wasn't till she realized what was happening till her dorm mate asked her a question while she was doing her homework in on the first night of October.

"Why are you always around the Weasley twins?" the blonde asked, throwing herself across Josephine's bed. "I am not always around them, they just find me often." She answered, closing her book with a thud. "If you're looking to get with one of them, then it's you against half of the students female population…and maybe a few of the males. " Josephine felt her entire upper half heat up with a dark red blush. "It's not like that. I'm not fit to "get with" anyone." She muttered, chewing on her lip. "Then what's it like?" Her companion asked, raising a thick brow. Catherine Carell was an extremely nosy and outgoing girl, a nice girl, but an extremely nosy one. "We're…just friends I suppose. "

Friends. Were they friends? The question raced through her mind all the next day, all through breakfast as they joked with Lee Jordan across from her, as she watched them disappear into a secret passage with a crooked grin, as they winked at her when they raced down the staircase after dinner. Friends. Was that the word that could describe her relation to the twins? As she sat in the Gryffindor common room late Sunday night, the twins came tripping in through the portal from sneaking past Filch and flopped on the couch next to her, she realized that's exactly what they were. "Hello Fred, George." She said, looking at them in turn. "Figured it out eh?" "Took you long enough. "

At least I'm figuring it out.