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The next few days were boring, mostly because Josie was hiding from the twins the best she could. Monday she left breakfast as soon as she received her mail, a large package dropped in front of her by her father's owl, Georgette trailing behind it with her letters. As she left the great hall, she peeked around the corner to see the twins and Lee Jordan coming down the stairs. Her heart stopped instantly, her eyes locked on them as they laughed and joked, tossing a small ball of fireworks back and forth between them over the heads of other students.

Forcing herself to stop staring at them, she held the box tighter to her chest and ducked behind a group of chattering Hufflepuffs, sneaking past the twins and heading up the stairs to her dorm. She felt bad for avoiding them, but she was just too embarrassed to see them right now. Her stomach was still in knots from last night, she had hardly slept, and when she did sleep she was greeted by very frustrating dreams.

Lee locked eyes with her as he turned around to walk backwards, and she quickly shook her head to keep him from pointing her out. Josie knew that Lee was aware of her feelings, an awareness made obvious by the note he had sent her. Through it may have been a little overboard. She liked them for sure, but she wasn't so sure about love. That was a very big thing, something so big she doubted she could feel it for anyone, let alone two people. She escaped up to the tower after watching their ginger hair disappear into the great hall, the lump in her throat softening.

The package she had gotten was tied with silver and red ribbon, a sign her parents had sent it. She decided to open the letters first, in case the package needed instruction. Her mother's was on top, Josie opening the seal and unrolling the parchment.

"Mon cher!

You're growing up so fast honey. Maybe we should have sent you there sooner! I

Darling, you are more attracted to them then I had imagined. Soon enough you'll be pulling them into closets and under mistletoe. You do really seem to be interested in these two; I think you should go for them. Both if you want to! I think you like them both enough and if they're okay with that then there is no reason for you three not get along together! It could make things interesting.

Anyway, enough with that. Honey, it's obvious that they do very strong things to you. It seems like you want them to do things a little further than just holding hands or kissing. And that's okay! Your body is yours, and your heart is yours, and you can do with both of them as you may as long as you know that it is what you want, and that it is safe. I don't want my little girl getting her heart broken or doing something that makes her feel regretful or guilty for the rest of her life. That being said, they seem like lovely boys, not my type like you said, but certainly like people you'd get along with well. Reading what they wrote, I can tell they do care about you honey, to what extent I do not know. I don't know how to answer all your questions, I'm not sure what all to say. We covered so much of this stuff when you turned thirteen. All I can think to say is that you need to do what you feel is absolutely best for you, you have shown your father and I that you can make choices to better yourself. You made one when you changed schools, and it seems to have gone well. All I can do is keep you informed on how to do whatever it is you may want to do with them safely, and help you ease the tension a little bit. You may be frustrated for it, but I'm your mother and I'm supposed to help you. I know my extroversion and flirtatiousness did not pass down to you, neither did your fathers, so we embarrass you at times. But you did get his big heart, my romantic spirit, his stubbornness, and my ambition. We love you darling, see you at Christmas.

Enjoy the new clothes! And also there's a letter to the boys, don't read it dear that's not polite. Your father misses you greatly and can't wait to have you around again.

Amour,

Votre mère "

Josie sighed, smiling a bit at her mother. She got excited far too easily, and was very right on the embarrassing part. But she was grateful to see that her mother has seemed to calm down on Josie being prim and proper since she changed schools, but her mother being that way probably came heavily from her grandmother, who was very set in her ways of women having to look pretty, keep up with trends and focusing on outward appearance. When Josie's grandmother had learned about magic, her first questions were if there were spells for beauty and cleaning house, and said that Josie had to learn all those spells. Josie and her grandmother did not get along well.

The box she had received from her father's owl, Lancelot, was magically packed with new clothing for her to wear. She guessed her father was excited she was sorted into a house like Gryffindor; it seemed like the house her father would have been sorted into if he had attended Hogwarts. She unloaded the clothes from the box, two pairs of shoes, three sweaters, a winter coat, a scarf, a dress, a pair of trousers, a beret, and some socks, all in the colors red, black or gold. Josie shook her head at how excitable her father was. There was a reason her parents were together. She quickly went to write him a thank you note to send with Georgette later on in the day, then went to slide the box under her bead when she noticed another small box at the bottom.

Josie picked it up and kicked the package under her bed, opening the small box as she sat on the blankets. Inside of it was a rather large ring in her opinion. It was wide enough to cover from knuckle to knuckle, the band a swirl of greys and light blues and a large silver stone with carved ridges set into it. It was the oddest ring Josie had ever seen, and she had a very odd feeling about it. But, she decided to wear it anyway.

Josie managed to miss the twins the entire rest of the day, sneaking in and out of classes and meals, staying in her room in her spare time. It was late that night when her roommate sat on the bed that she had to confront her emotions. Marina Moreno was a very loud and energetic girl, a mezzo-soprano for the Hogwarts choir. The girl's fluffy hair bounced, as she sat on her bed and turned to Josie, her sea green eyes glistening.

"Why are you avoiding the Weasley twins?" she asked rather loudly, causing Alicia to turn over in her sleep. Josie turned a bit red, but motioned for her to be quiet. "I'm not." "Yes you are. You're always around them and haven't been all day. You're avoiding them." Josie sighed; closing the book she had been reading and looking at the girl. "I'm just busy." "No-one's too busy for their object of affection." Marina said with a smile. Josie promptly shut the curtains to her bed and gave the girl a look that could kill. "How do you know that?" She exclaimed in a hushed voice, her cheeks turning redder. "I just do. Now what's wrong?"

Marina had been exceedingly nice to Josie since she got there, and was the least threatening person she knew. Even though she was loud, Josie felt like she could trust her. "…They gave me a love potion last night, and I reacted embarrassingly. I'm avoiding them for now until I get my nerve back." She mumbled, pulling her blankets around her. "They may be flirting you know. But even if they're not, I know they don't mean any harm. And they'll probably be hurt that you're avoiding them. "Marina said, stretching a bit. "They aren't flirting. They wouldn't flirt with me. And I know…I just need a little time to regain my confidence." "Why not get them back for it?" "Pardon?" Marina laughed a bit, standing up. "Get them back. Play a prank on them. It can be something for you to get your nerve, or it can be you flirting back." She stepped through the curtains, perhaps going back to her bed.

Josie sat on her bed in silence for a long while, chewing on her lip and staring at the crimson curtain. Or both.

She couldn't ignore them any longer once Transfiguration came around. They weren't going to let her. As soon as she sat down in her seat next to them, there was a note in her lap as Professor McGonagall started talking. Opening the note without looking at them, she was glad to find that it was George's handwriting.

"Are you alright? We didn't see you yesterday; Lee said you weren't feeling well, Alicia said she hardly saw you either. We were a little worried, we're sorry if we made you sick or anything, we thought we had all the kinks worked out."

She smiled a little and wrote them back quickly, the ring her parents had given her glinting on her finger. She noticed the band was now a very pale pink as she passed the note into Fred's waiting hand. Her note back told them she was fine, that she'd just been having issues with her anxiety and needed to be alone for a bit.

She got one back a minute later; Fred's finger's brushing against hers longer than needed as he handed it to her. Josie looked up to catch him looking at her, and she quickly took it from him and opened it.

"Good. Are you going to come watch practice? We convinced Wood you're a good luck charm and he'll let you sit in the stands or on the field. I guess us telling him you didn't know anything about Quidditch until you met us helped as well."

She giggles softly and slipped the paper under her book as McGonagall strode past them to retrieve something from the back of the room, only pulling it out again when she returned to her lecture. As she pulled it out by the bottom corner, a flower sprouted from a line above her finger, unfurling its petals and blooming before her eyes. She blushed, smile tugging at her lips. McGonagall started to give them homework, so she put the note away to write down the assignment.

Just before class ended, Josie got an idea. She scribbled down a quick note, drawing a heart in the corner, pulled her wand out of her robe pocket as unnoticeably as possible, aimed it in the direction of the twin's feet, and a spell was silently cast just as the bell for class chimed and everyone packed up their things. Josie quickly packed her stuff and laid the note on their desk, smiling slyly at them and heading for the door.

"Sure, see you at lunch, if you can make it."

Peeking at them from the doorframe, she watched them read the note, stand up quickly, and nearly fall face first onto the desk when they couldn't move their feet. Josie was gone down the hallway the instant they turned their heads toward the doorway. It wasn't a magnificent prank, but it made her less nervous.

It was almost the end of lunch break when Fred and George appeared, looking rather unamused when they spotted her reading at the table with a sucker in her mouth. The two of them tossed their books onto the table on either side of her, and faced her. "At least I didn't stick you to Snape's floor." Josie said through her sucker, not looking up from her book. "At least we didn't rat you out." Fred said back. "Now we're even for you two testing that potion out on me without telling me what it was. You do that again and it will be Snape's floor." The boys chuckled, George wrapping an arm around her waist, taking the sucker from between her lips and popping it into his own mouth. "Was it really that bad? It didn't make you sick did it?" Fred asked, grabbing her book from her hands and closing it. "Just made me dizzy and tired is all." She replied before handing him the note her mother had written them.

She had wanted to read it, she had really wanted to read it, but she doubted her mother would tell them Josie was attracted to them, so she didn't. She didn't have anything to worry about... she hoped. Watching Fred rip open the envelope and duck behind her to read it with George, she began to become aware of them touching her again. George's fingers were pressed into her ribs, his thumb slowly rubbing the skin under the band of her bra though her clothing. Fred had his arm on the table, closing her in between the two of them, his leg pressed fully against hers. Her fingers started to drum along with her racing heartbeat against the table, and the band of the ring returning to the pale pink it was during class.

George took the letter and placed it in his pocket, the bell for next class chiming and the three of them heading to Herbology, Fred and George bewitching fallen leaves to stick to the back of student's cloaks the entire way there.

That night at Quidditch practice she sat on the field next to the door to the locker room, writing out her paper for Ghoul Studies on Thursday. She was almost finished when she looked up to catch the twins flying loops around each other, thoroughly pissing Wood off. Their laughter fell from the air onto her, warming her from head to toe and causing her stomach to flutter. When Wood called for break a few minutes later, Josie had finished her assignment and was fiddling with the ring when Fred and George landed in the stands on either side of her, setting their broomsticks on the stand in front of her.

"How are you?" They asked in unison. She smiled, sitting up straight and pulling her robes tighter around her. "Fine, just enjoying watching. You two seem to be enjoying yourselves." Josie said. She was shivering a little bit, but tried not to let it show. It was definitely colder up here than on the grounds. They must have noticed, because Fred slipped his arms into his uniform and pulled his sweater out from under it, laying it around her shoulders before ruffling her hair and taking off again when Wood called. George winked at her and followed his brother, leaving Josie there flushed and confused as she pulled the sweater around her, their smell surrounding her.

Later that night after they had laid around the common room for a few hours, talking about ideas for new products the twins could make and getting Josie to agree to write their History of Magic papers, the twins and Lee headed up to bed, Josie promising she'd go as soon as she finished cleaning up a little. Picking up her books, she discovered that Lee had left his book, the one he needed for a paper he had due tomorrow before lunch. Sighing and pulling her bag over her shoulder, she quietly padded up to their room, knocking softly twice. "Yeah, come in!" She heard Lee yell from the other side, Josie opening the door and stepping into the room as she spoke. "Lee you left your b-"Her voice caught in her throat when she looked up and saw what was happening before her.

Fred and George Weasley were both standing in the middle of the room, in nothing but pajama pants. George was in the middle of putting a shirt on, but had obviously stopped when he heard her voice. "Hello Josie." The two of them said in unison, Fred grinning at her as he crossed his arms over his chest.

After a moment of stuttering, Josie completely forgot herself, dropping the book to the floor with a thud. She turned, taking off for the girl's dormitory before her cheeks caught fire, barely hearing the twins call after her, "Goodnight Josie!" "Sweet dreams!" in turn. When she reached her room, she threw herself to her bed for the second time this week, her heart beating loudly as every nerve tensed and tingled. She ripped her uniform off, tugging on a night dress and burying herself under her sheets.

But she couldn't sleep at all. Josie was too tense, a ball of fire and energy, and she hated it. She hated the not sleeping, the biting her tongue, the hiding her flustered state, the loving being around them but hating having no release from the feelings they gave her. She hated most of all the idea that she was just lusting after them, not really feeling true affection for them at all. It wouldn't be something she would do in reality, but her subconscious constantly badgered her about it. Josie knew that she wouldn't be able to address her feelings as long as she was plagued by the physical reactions they gave her.

"If only there was a way to calm all this down…" she muttered to herself as moonlight streamed through a crack in the curtain. And then the ring on her finger, whose band was now a swirling dark red, began to vibrate.

She was going to kill her mother.