"Come on Cat or you're going to be late!" My mother yelled from downstairs as I packed the last book in my suitcase, 'How to Catch a Pirate'; another wonderful muggle novel I've come to enjoy. I locked the trunk and lugged it off my bed. I straightened my flannel over my t-shirt and decided I was content with my current state of fashion and headed downstairs. I was leaving for the last weekend of summer to spend with the Weasley's, Harry, and Hermione. We were all going to the Quidditch World Cup to end the season with a bang!

Downstairs my mother held Salem, a solid black cat I've owned since my first year at Ilvermorny.. He followed me around everywhere and never seemed to leave my side, still, we had to bring a cage for Hogwarts. "Ready?" My mother asked, putting Salem down. "More than ready!" I smiled delightfully. Salem crisscrossed his body between my legs and meowed at me. "And Salem is ready too!" I picked him up and nuzzled my face into his fur. He meowed again. "Alright come on you two!" I silently prayed this school year would hold as much adventure as last year…maybe without the near death experiences this time.

I large grin displayed upon my face as my mother parked in front of The Burrow. It was such a quaint little home compared to our mansion, not to mention completely constructed in the strangest way possible. None the less, the uniqueness always caused a smile to form upon my lips and admire the mind of Arthur Weasley. He was always inventing something quirky. Once she parked I jumped out quickly and ran towards the door. Two ginger haired twins meet me halfway.

"Kit-kat!" They both said their nickname for me in unison.

I grinned, "Fred, George, your hair has gotten longer."

"And you've gotten shorter." George grinned.

"And your hair is thinning." Fred added as he patted my head.

I slapped his hand playfully. "Oh shut up."

Suddenly I was engulfed into another hug by none other than Hermione. "Mione, I've missed you!" "I've missed you too Cat!" We let go as I overheard my mother groan loudly behind us, she struggled to carry my heavy suitcase and Salem's cage, "A little help?"

Salem ran around the burrow chasing Crookshanks like they were small children playing at a park. A large smile laid on my lips as Crookshanks pounced on Salem, causing him to roll a bit before getting back up and running downstairs. I sat in Mione and I's room, waiting for her to get out of the shower. The cracks in the wood on the ceiling served as my only entertainment until Fred and George popped their heads in the doorway.

"Feeling a bit mopey are we?" Fred asked jokingly.

"We have something that can make it better!" George stated.

I looked at them with wide eyes and smirked, "Well, what do you have in mind?"

Pranks, the very thing that brought the twins and I together. If it wasn't for the one day we all had the same idea to invade Filtch's office we probably wouldn't have become as close as we did. Not to mention they wouldn't have found the Marauder's Map either without my help, they were too busy discovering a pile of disturbing photos. Filtch must get very lonely; I'll just leave it at that. So, here we were, back in our natural habitat, pranking. I placed the dissolving cube into Ron's drink before everyone came to sit for dinner while the twins kept watch. I smiled mischievously as the drink remained the same color after the cube dissolved. This special prank was newly designed made to cause delusions for a minute if consumed. The twins are working on the effects, hoping to make it last at least up to an hour in the future. I quickly sat down in my seat across from where we hoped Ron would sit as the twins sat beside me on either side. Everyone began filling their seats and Ron sat across from me, just as planned, and we watched as he took the first sip. The three of us tried to stifle our laughter the best we could when he told his mother how great the punch was. Hermione looked at me puzzled and I just put my index finger to my lips indicating to her that something great was about to happen.

"So Catherine, how's your mother doing?" Mr. Weasley asked

"She's doing well, it's hard for her since she is in a new working environment, no employee friends and such." I smiled as Ron began looking around with a frightened look on his face. It appears that their crazy cubes do work.

"She's a CEO. Isn't that right dear?" Mrs. Weasley added.

I turned to her, "Yes, for Fiat-Chrysler Automobiles."

Mr. Weasley then asked, "Can the cars fly?"

I couldn't answer the silly question as Ron began to dance around the table frantically screaming that spiders were crawling all over him. The twins and I burst out into fits of laughter as everyone turned to Ron.

"Ron! What's going on?!" His mother rushed to his side and tried to hold him still but he simply jumped out of her grasp and continued running around the house. I had to hold my sides because I was laughing so hard. Soon enough Ron stopped and everyone turned to the three muskrats that caused the whole commotion.

Ron sat down across from me again, his face bright red, "Blimey Catherine, the first time we see each other in two months and you have to go and do that."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley didn't scold us, thankfully. Honestly the boys probably would have been in huge trouble if it weren't for me being involved. It was worth the laugh though, I did apologize to Ron but he knows he'll be a victim again soon. Hermione and I, now with full stomachs, lay on our twin beds in the guest bedroom talking away about this next year. We spoke about classes, much to my dismay considering all the classes she made me take with her last year. Thankfully Dumbledore gave us a time-turner to at least allow us to have actual teenage lives. Though I'm sure Hermione wouldn't mind doing it all over agan. Soon we began speaking about guys; surprisingly even Hermione finds conversations on boys very stimulating.

"So what do you think of Harry." Hermione asked.

I sighed and rolled on my back, "He looks good with his hair longer like that but honestly; I can't say I have feelings for him. Plus," I sat up, "It's obvious Ginny has a crush on him."

Hermione smiled, "Not obvious to Harry." We both snickered.

"When is love obvious for a boy?" I replied stated matter-of-factly.

She giggled, "Oh, but what about Malfoy? Isn't he just so attractive?" The fake compliment merely dripped from her lips. I simply threw my pillow at her as a reply.

"Oh shut up, don't even get me started on that asshole. Or git, as you so call him."