Miora sat at a table surrounded by people she didn't know. Okay, she knew Bridget, her mom and Remus but that was it. There were two identical twins joining them with fiery red hair, their younger sister and their parents plus a couple of people that her mom had just said were Order members. Bridget was sitting next to Miora. Miora tapped on Bridget's hand, trying to keep it unnoticed. As the two girls looked at each other Miora mouthed the word, 'Help!' She didn't like being surrounded by people she didn't know.

Bridget looked at her and sighed, "I suppose you want me to tell you who everyone is, right?"

"I'd be helpful," Miora answered as she batted her eyes and smiled innocently.

"That's Fred and George. Don't bother trying to learn which one's which. It really doesn't matter. They're always together. The youngest Weasley and the only girl is named Ginny. She's a bitch and a slut. From what I've heard, she's slept with a few professors. That rumour kind of grossed me out. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley's cool. Mrs. Weasley, well, let's just say, don't piss her off. The chick with pink hair is Tonks. I don't know much about her except she's obnoxious. She's a show off. Let's see. I think that's everyone. And you know your mom obviously. And Remus too."

"Is it always this crowded at dinner? I can hardly move my elbows," Miora muttered to Bridget. She really didn't want everyone to know that she was having any anxiety at all about this.

"This is a small crowd for us. Usually there's about five more people that come," Bridget let out a small laugh at Miora's obvious discomfort. "But hey, you'll get used to it and you'll figure out who is who. Well, not Fred and George, but everyone else. I still have trouble figuring out who is who and as you know, I've been going to school with them for two years."

"Twins actually kind of freak me out. It's like there's one because they look alike but then you see them together and it's double vision!" Miora groaned.

"Wait until they start talking in unison. You'll think you're going crazy. It's even worse when they start finishing each other's sentences."

"They do that?" Miora asked with an incredulous look on her face, "That's creepy."

"Tell me about it. When I first came here, I didn't have anyone to hang out with so Fred and George took me under their wing. I've pretty much learned to deal. You will too."

"Hey Bridge Over Troubled Waters!" George asked from across the table.

"George!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, "Don't yell across the table!"

"Geez woman, I'm Fred. Don't you know anything?"

"Yeah!" Fred piped up. "It's an insult that no one can tell us apart!"

Bridget rolled her eyes, "Yes Boy George."

"Are you busy tonight?" George asked with an innocent look on his face.

"WWWWhhhhyyyyy," Bridget answered suspiciously. Whenever one of the twins asked if she was busy, it always met trouble.

"Lee Jordan's seventeenth birthday's today and I don't have a date," George whined.

"You know perfectly well." she stopped mid-sentence, "that I'm not going to be your date." she finished quickly. No one except for Miora knew about Draco and it was going to stay that way.

George quickly rushed to her side and knelt beside her, "Oh fair lady, will you give me the pleasure of accompanying you to a social outing?" he looked at her and kissed her hand.

Bridget rolled her eyes and smiled, "How can I refuse?"

"But I thought you were with-" Miora started before Bridget promptly kicked her under the table.

"Owww!" Miora whined, "What was that for?" The blonde gave her a look and Miora immediately shut up when she remembered Bridget saying that no one knew about her engagement to Draco.

"Great!" George exclaimed with a smile, "Your friend can take Drop Dead Fred."

"Drop dead Fred? What a lovely name," Miora rolled her eyes and the boy who was still kneeling by Bridget's chair.
"Oh just wait til they figure out something for your name," Bridget gave Miora a knowing glance.

"Yeah, Bridge over troubled waters," Miora said sarcastically. A staring contest soon ensued. Out of the corner of her eye Miora saw George stand aand watched at the twins looked between each other. "I'll never blink!"
"You shall loose!" Bridget said, concentrating even more on not blinking.

"Hey Bridget, guess what!" Miora said, smiling.
"What?" Bridget retorted.
"Did you ever get your I-pod back?" Miora gave her a knowing glance.
"Crap! Ginny!" Bridget quickly took her eyes off of her eyes off of Miora before muttering, "You suck."

"Well, yes. It is one of my many talents." Miora thought about the words that came out of her mouth, looked around at the people staring at her and looked down, "That came out wrong."

"Thank God she's my date," Fred muttered to George with a mischievous grin.

"You're not my type." Miora answered with a casual wave of her hand, "Now you on the other hand." Miora said as she pointed to George.

"We're the same person!" Fred jumped up from his seat.

"Ah Drop Dead Fred, don't be jealous of my mad skills."

"So, what time is this fancy to do?" Bridget asked, trying to relieve the tension that was caused between the two.

George looked at her watch, "It's in a couple of hours. We can floo there so we don't need to leave any time soon."

"Fun," Bridget said as she got up from the table, "I'm going to go get ready."

"What time will you be home?" Remus asked suddenly.

"I dunno," Bridget said casually, "I suppose whenever I'm ready to leave."

"You'll be home before one." He told her.

"Anyway, problem," Miora said looking at her mother.
"I don't like problems," Fred muttered. George then agreed with him. "What kind of problem?"

"Mother decided that since my nice clothes weren't essential, because I'll be wearing a uniform at Hogwarts, they were sent over on snail mail. So my dress up clothes won't arrive until tomorrow." Miora crossed her arms and gave a huff. "I'm not going to any shin-dig when I have nothing to wear."
The twins looked at Bridget and then back to Miora. "They aren't the same size. Bridget's a little bit taller than Miora," Fred pointed out.

"Anyway we can transfigure "Not unless mother does it. And at the moment, she's not too pleased with us."
"Therefore, problem," Miora stated once again.

"Miora you have fine clothes," Miora's mother stated, quite uncomfortable with the fit her daughter was throwing.

Mrs. Weasley came bustling in with the food, spaghetti. "Watch out, it's hot!"

The food held suspended in the air for a moment before Mrs. Weasley gently lowered it down in the middle of the table.

"Is this meat sauce?" Bridget asked Mrs. Weasley sweetly.

"No, I remember the last time you threw a fit about meat sauce," The red haired woman shook her head disapprovingly, then took her seat next to her husband.

"Are you a vegetarian?" Miora asked grumpily, still upset that she had no party clothes.

"No, I just think that ground beef in spaghetti sauce looks like bogeys."

Miora thought for a second then nodded her head, "I never thought about it before, but you're right!"

"Thank you!" Bridget looked around the table victoriously.

"That still leaves the problem of Miora's clothing situation." Fred reminded them.

"What if she borrowed that new outfit from my sister. She'd never find out," the blonde suggested.

"That's kind of weird!" Miora squealed. "I've never worn other people's clothes before. I'm kind of an only child."
"Well, it's okay, she's never worn it before so it's brand new," Bridget said, piling spaghetti on her plate then passing it on to Miora.
Miora groaned but then nodded her okay before grabbing some spaghetti herself.

"Oh Drop Dead Fred," She looked at his hair, "Nothing red or orange please."

She made a puppy dog face.
"Manipulation!" Fred cried. "I like this girl more and more." He then turned to his twin. "And to think, we were fighting over who got Bridget."

"Too bad she's already taken," Miora muttered in an amused voice, "Ow!" she exclaimed when Bridget yet again kicked her under the table.

"What was that?" Remus asked as he looked at the two girls suspiciously.

"Nothing," Bridget answered as she glared at Miora, "Right Miora?"

"Right," Miora agreed, "Nothing at all."

"Let me get that outfit for you and we can start to get ready," Bridget said as she grabbed Miora's hand and dragged her up the stairs before another word could be said.

"But...but...my food!" Miora reached out to the table where her spaghetti laid, virtually untouched. She watched as Fred, or was it George, pulled it across the table and started eating it.
"There will be more food," Bridget pulled her friend along and into the room where the outfit was.

"Now," Bridget rummaged through her sister's closet looking for an outfit that didn't look like she was going to apply for a librarian's position. "Here it is!" Bridget pulled out a blue and white striped polo shirt with a jean skirt that came above the knees.

"This is the only thing she has that doesn't look like she should be driving a mini van to soccer practice."

"It'll do," Miora said as she took the clothes from Bridget.

Miora marched into the bathroom and started changing. It didn't take much to realize that the skirt didn't really fit with her personality so she took that back off and left the bathroom in the polo and her jeans.

She went into her room and pilfered her duffle bag and found a nicer pair of light jeans and some heels that she had snuck into her bag. She put those on and then walked back into the room where Bridget was waiting.

"The skirt was a no go. But how do I look anyway?" Miora asked Bridget.

"Great!" Bridget said enthusiastically, "How do I look." Miora studied the girl. She had dark makeup around her eyes and her blonde hair was straightened in a super model fashion. She was wearing a black and white halter top with a short white jean skirt. On her feet were black stiletto sandals. Bridget looked like she had just finished a vogue fashion shoot. It almost made Miora a little envious.

"George should be the one called Drop Dead Fred when he sees you." Miora laughed as Bridget grabbed her arm and pulled her down the stairs.

The girls bounded down the stairs and walked back into the dining room, where they found everyone except the twins who must've finished their food and gone to either change or bug someone else.

"BRIDGET SHANNON ERIN GRANGER! WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING DRESSED LIKE THAT?!?" Remus stood up from his chair, making everyone turn their heads to the two girls standing at the doorway.

"Lee Jordan's party that George asked me to?" Bridget asked innocently. Miora had a feeling that this kind of thing had happened before.

"I think not!" Remus said sternly.

"Oh whatever!" Bridget said with a roll of her eyes, "You can't tell me what to do!" Miora looked at the two and noticed that they had the same shape eyes when they were angry. Curious, Miora thought to herself, Bridget didn't mention them being related.

"You live here, under my supervision. I can certainly tell you what to do. And right now I say that you can't wear that to the party! Now if you still want to go, go upstairs and change!" Remus ended the exchange.

Miora looked at Bridget, "You might want to listen."

"I'll handle this," Bridget whispered back to her friend, "Whatever you say." She waltzed up the stairs, grabbed a black jean jacket, a black purse, and bolted out the door with Miora following closely behind.

"Why are we outside?" Miora asked, "I thought we were leaving through Floo."

"Oh yeah," Bridget thought as she bit her lip.

"You're just screwed, because the minute you walk back in that door I have a feeling you aren't going anywhere tonight," Miora said, a mischievous smile on her face.

"What are you thinking?" Bridget asked.
"Well, I haven't really got the layout of the house down but isn't the fireplace near the back door? We don't have to go through the dining room to get to the fireplace right?" Miora smiled.

Bridget's face cracked into a smile, "Miora, you're a genius. I'm so glad I decided to induct you into the Revettes."

"When we get home you should read your mom's diary. There might be some clues about her past. Hell, maybe there are even clues about my mom too."

"I dunno," Bridget looked at the sky thoughtfully. While it was true she did want to know more about her mom, she wasn't sure if she was ready. And from the look of it, Miora wasn't sure if she was ready either.

"Come on," Miora said as she pulled Bridget towards the back of the house. They slipped through the back door and saw Fred and George at the fire place.

"We figured after we heard WWIII that you'd be using the back fire place."

George said, holding his hand out for Bridget to take.
"M'lady," Fred offered his hand to Miora and they walked into the fireplace after Bridget and George were gone.

Nearly falling out of the fireplace at Lee Jordan's house, Fred and George introduced Miora to them. "Lee, this is Miora. Miora, our best friend and birthday boy, Lee Jordan."

"Oh, very nice to meet you. But what did you do to end up with them as dates?" Lee Jordan asked.

"Well, other than the fact that the only other girls at the house happen to be her mom," Bridget motioned to Miora, "and their sister, I'm just awesome and Miora's my new friend!"

"Not to mention the fact that they couldn't resist our charm." George said with a wink.

"Oh yes," Bridget rolled her blue eyes, "I want you, I need you. Oh baby oh baby." with that, she walked over to a small stereo that was sitting on a table. "Ugh, of course. You would pick the crappiest music to play. Good thing I brought some music of my own. And don't worry. It's not The Beatles or Nirvana. She reached into her purse and pulled out her latest CD. The girl placed it in the stereo and pushed play. A second later, music filled the room.

"What's that?" Lee Jordan asked.

"The new Killers CD. I heard the song on the radio and wanted it. So, I went out and bought it."

"Whatever works and keeps the party jumpin'." Lee laughed.

Miora shook her head, "Jumpin'?" Bridget gave Miora a look. "Sorry, I'm from Cali, I haven't heard that term in, uh, I dunno, five or so years."

Fred turned to his date and asked, "Care to dance?"
"There are three things I never do: Put on make-up, apologize and dance in public. I'm sorry but that's infringing on one of those three things." Miora shrugged her shoulders.

"Well I do," Bridget grabbed George's hand and they began dancing.

"So, do you like it here?" Fred asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's all right I suppose. I mean, I've only been here a few hours. But it's cool. Bridget's pretty interesting. She told me about her engagement."

"Engagement?" Fred looked at Miora then Bridget who was dancing with George, "She's engaged?"

"Oh shit!" Miora clapped her hands over her mouth, "I really shouldn't have said that."

"Who is she engaged to?" Fred asked.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Miora whispered.

"Is it Draco Malfoy?"

Miora looked at him, "How'd you know."

The red haired boy smiled, "When you watch people as much as George and I do trying to find the opportune moment to pull a prank, you learn a thing or two about people."

"So, you knew?"

Fred nodded, "I've had my suspicions. I think that it's great."

Miora stared at him as if he had just sprouted another head, "But I thought she said that she didn't want people to know because they wouldn't understand."

"Most people wouldn't. I was in a Comedy of Errors with him last year and it wasn't as terrible as I thought. Draco's not such a bad guy. Plus, you can tell he's mad as a hatter about Bridget."

"Does she know that you know?"

"Doesn't have a clue."

"Let's not tell her just yet. That whole trust issue would be broken at the beginning of the friendship and I'm not keen on that."

"Got it. It can be like our own little secret," Fred said, throwing an arm over her shoulders. "Dance?"

"I told you. I don't dance in public!" Miora tossed Fred's off of her shoulders.
"Hey, you can't blame a bloke for trying," Fred shrugged his shoulders before starting to look for his twin.

"Hey!" Bridget said as she waltzed up to Miora, "Whatcha been talkin' about with Drop Dead Fred?"

"I got it!" Fred exclaimed victoriously, "Miora, Miora on the wall!!!!"

The two girls looked at him as if he was on drugs.

"Her nickname, You're Bridge Over Troubled Waters, I'm Drop Dead Fred, George is Boy George, and now Miora is Miora, Miora on the Wall."

Bridget thought for a second then nodded, "It works."

Miora groaned. "There's nothing better in those brains of yours than Miora Miora on the wall? I thought you guys were joke geniuses."
"What did she just say?" Fred asked George.
"Did she just insinuate what I think she insinuated?" George countered.
"Excuse us?" The twins asked simultaneously.
"You heard me. It's not like it's the most original thing in the world," Miora put her hands on her hips.
"I don't think I like her very much any more," Fred muttered.
"Agreed." George mumbled.
"Time to go home?" They asked each other. "Much obliged dear sir." They grabbed the girls' hands and entered the fire place.

"Hey!" Bridget pouted, "I didn't get my CD."

"We'll get it for you tomorrow." Fred answered, "You'd better get upstairs. You're going to be in big trouble if they catch you tonight."

"Good idea. Now we can read the dairy!" Miora exclaimed enthusiastically as she took Bridget's hand and pulled her out of the room and up the stairs.

Bridget grabbed the book that was on her bed and stared at it. "Do we start from the beginning or just open to a random page like we did last time?"

"I'd say start from the beginning so we can get the entire story instead of just parts of it pieced together," Miora said, sitting down and dragging Bridget with her.

Bridget opened the cover and looked at the handwriting that resembled her own. She began to read:
"Dear Diary,
New year, therefore new diary. The party was so much fun! I'm so glad that Sirius conveniently forgot to tell James about the party. After what happened with Narcissa, I think that I'd end up finding a new way to kill someone that leaves no evidence behind. Okay, I'd better not tell anyone about that plan. Back to the party...

Suddenly, the room started to fade.

"What the Hell is going on?" Miora asked as she looked at Bridget.