A/N: I know its really boring, but I do hope to make it more exciting very soon, Disclaimer: I only own My OCs not Harry Potter

Chapter 2: Clarification

Ginny and Willow walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Willow was entirely speechless. There were pots, stirring themselves and food, placing itself on three plates. She had remembered magic, but only enough to believe in it.

Ginny saw her gaping mouth and laughed. Willow glared at her, but smiled in spite of herself. She must have looked silly, gaping at an everyday scene (well to wizards anyway). But when household items are working for themselves, who wouldn't be amazed?

The two sat down at the table as poured them each a glass of pumpkin juice. Willow only then realized how hungry she was, and her stomach growled in agreement. Mrs Weasley smiled as she placed their food on the table.

"So, Ginny," asked Willow," can you tell me about Hogwarts?"

"Well, I only know what my brothers tell me. But from what I hear, it's an amazing place. Dumbledore, the headmaster, is usually very fair and cheery, even to Fred and George, who cause quite a lot of trouble," Ginny began, Mrs. Weasley laughed at the comment on Fred and George. "All my brothers, well except Percy, say the classes are only fun at first and then they get quite boring, but I can't wait to see for myself."

Willow interrupted to ask, "What sort of classes are we going to be taking?"

"Well there's Potions with Snape, a right foul git, Herbology with Professor Sprout, who seems nice enough, and Transfiguration with McGonagall, whom you should never cross. Then there's Charms with Flitwick and flying with Madam Hooch. Other classes are Divination, Care of Magical Creature, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Astronomy, and Arithmancy." At the terrified look on Willow's face she quickly added, "But we don't have to take all of them, first and second years get the basics, and then we can add new classes in third year."

Willow wanted to hear so much more about Hogwarts, but Mrs Weasley had chores for them to do. Ginny had told Willow it was because the boys were coming home, not that they really cared, but she liked it to be clean.

While Ginny cleaned her room, Willow was supposed to tidy up the boys' rooms. She thought it sounded like a lot of work, but then again Ginny had lived in her room all year, while the boys had not.

She started with Percy's room, but quickly realized his room couldn't possibly be cleaner. She then took the trek up to the room belonging to the youngest of the brothers. Willow had to shut her eyes to the bright room at first; everything was a shocking orange color. She made his bed and brought his dirty laundry down to Mrs Weasley. She finished with the twins' room. She was very cautious because Ginny had warned her about these infamous pranksters. She quite liked their room and knew they would be great friends; of course she had no idea why, it was just a feeling. She made their beds and brought down their laundry before she fell victim to their trickster ways. She started to clear their desk of rubbish when she saw a quill in perfect condition; she figured Mrs. Weasley would have a place for them. But to her surprise, with a small pop, the quill turned into a rubber unicorn. She must have screamed because Ginny came tearing into the room.

"WHAT? What happened?" she screamed, out of breath.

"Sorry, sorry. The quill turned into a unicorn and I got scared," Willow admitted with embarrassment.

"That's all? Consider yourself lucky, I mean some of the things they come up with are just awful. But you should keep that, it's much cuter than the snake, newt, and dungbomb I've been surprised with." Ginny decided to clean with Willow, just to point out their obvious traps or to demonstrate their more harmless inventions.

When they finished Ginny noticed Willow must really want a shower, and she couldn't argue. She was able to think and clear her mind as she scrubbed her filthy hair. She had to admit, all the events that happened were horrible, but she was very lucky to be with the Weasleys. It hadn't even been a day and they were already family.

She stepped out of the shower and put on her borrowed clothes. She walked over to a small mirror in an attempt to soothe the wild beast she called her hair. For the third time that day, she screamed. Ginny came running in looking worried.

"Have my eyes always been like this?" Willow asked. Her usually subtle green eyes were now quite extraordinary. The outer edge of her pupil was now a vivid shade of purple.

"Ya, I noticed when you woke up. But I thought it would be rude to ask," Ginny replied unaware of Willow's obvious concern, "Why, is it not normal for you?"

"No! My eyes have always been just green. Boring. Not special. Green."

"Calm down," Ginny soothed," you were obviously hit with a spell that injured you, this must just be a result of a faulty jinx or something."

"You're right, it's not that weird." Willow attempted to calm herself.

"I think its right bloody brilliant," exclaimed Ginny. And Willow couldn't help but laugh. They were both doubled over in laughter, barely able to breathe, when Mrs. Weasley told them Mr Weasley was coming home. Willow didn't know why, but she was oddly nervous at the thought of meeting the man who had saved her.