"Weasley's mails here," Mrs. Weasley called to her five children still living at home. "Hogwarts mail." Hearing the word Hogwarts, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny all rushed downstairs tripping over each other in the process.
"Here mom." They said in unison as Molly started passing out the letters.
"Ginny darling, Percy dear, the twins." she handed Fred and George their letters.
"Honestly woman you call yourself our mother." George sighed shaking his head as they switched hands and letters.
"Oh sorry Fred or George or, oh you know who are." Mrs. Weasley said exasperated. "And Ron." The twins took their letters upstairs to their room, Ron went to the couch and Ginny sat on a kitchen stool, while Percy just stood where he was leaning against the counter. The Weasleys opened their letters and after sharp intake of breath from Ginny, the twins came stumbling down the stairs of the Burrow shouting about how unfair the situation was. Ginny who had finally regained her composure yelled over her brothers.
"Merlins Beard!" Percy stood there looking very bewildered at his siblings outburst.
"I don't know what all the shouting is about but mom these will cost a pretty sickle." Mrs. Weasley hearing what everyone had said even Ron's,
"Bloody," he paused to look at his mum. "Heck, bloody heck."
"What's wrong with all of you?" she asked turning to her daughter who handed her the letter.
"Look mama." Reading the letter Molly began to understand her children's uneasiness.
"Merlins beard is right, Ron, Fred, George did you get the same as well?" They nodded outraged, Ron stepped up and handed his mom another part of his letter.
"And this, it's about Harry."
"Yes of course, did you send the owl to...?" Mrs. Weasley was cut short by a knock on their front door. "Hermione, Trista so good to see you. My you got here quickly."
"We came as soon as we could." Hermione explained giving Ron a kiss on the cheek and giving him her bag.
"Have you gotten your letters yet?" Trista asked accepting a hug from Ginny.
"Yes just this morning." Ginny nodded giving her best friend a can you believe this look then noticing the gleaming object in Teri's hand she added. "Is that your new broom?"
"Yeah it's an awesome make," Pausing to look fondly at her new Fire Bolt 2. "It was worth the galleons!"
"Sweet, if you get to use it. We are the only full team, well almost full."
"One less chaser doesn't matter when we are the other two!" Trista high fived her bestie. Ginny and Trista were the Gryffindor chasers meaning they were the ones to score all the goals.
"Yeah!" Ginny laughed.
"Can you two take your incredibly important talk somewhere else? And Ginny don't you need to brush up on your iris vocabulary?" Hermione turned to her sister.
"Yep she still thinks red is angry." Trista smirked taking the lead to Ginny's room.
"Now that they are gone." Ron pulled Hermione in close.
"Ew! I need my eyes you know!" Teri said from halfway back down the stairs. "Jeez I'm never forgetting my bag again. Gross." She snapped at her bag and it floated up to her before bolting back up the stairs, her irises a deep disgusted brown like her sisters.
"Okay ready Gin?" Trista asked pulling her hair into a ponytail while quizzing her friend on the color of her ever mood changing irises. "Green?"
"Happy." Ginny replied taking out cots for both Trista and Hermione.
"Blue?" Teri jumped up to help.
"Sad."
"Pink?"
"Embarrassed"
"Orange?" Trista started going steadily faster with each word.
"Mad?" She nodded.
"Violet?"
"Calm."
"Grey?"
"Tired."
"Hazel?"
"Grouchy."
"Smurf!" Trista cried laughing along with her red headed bff. "Red?"
"Ummm not angry its ahhhhhh oh Love!"
"Good job. How about yellow?"
"Annoyed. Hey does Hermione see your yellow eyes a lot?"
"Hardy har har, no back to it. Amber?"
"Curious!"
"Magenta?"
"Stressed."
"Silver?"
"Quidditch?"
"No! Competitive."
"So I was right because that's the color of your eyes when we play."
Trista rolled her yellow eyes trying to keep the same topic.
"White?"
"Scared."
"Brown?"
"Sick."
"Gold?"
"Anxi, anix..." Ginny struggled.
"Anxiety?"
"Um yeah that."
"Aqua?"
"Nervous."
"And last black?"
"Angry."
"Good, you got most of them right lets try one bonus. What's this emotion?" Her eyes flashed all her different colors.
"Ummm, I don't know, I'm confused."
"So am I."
"Oh I get it." Ginny laughed.
Meanwhile downstairs Hermione untangled herself from Ron's lap turning to look very seriously at him.
"Ron what do you think of the letter?" she shifted over on the old orange couch.
"I think it's, oh I don't know Hermione but I do know Harry is going to be extremely angry."
"Your probably right." she said sinking into deep thought. Harry had always been one to keep to himself. He never liked to get anyone he loved too involved in his dangerous life, too bad for him all his friends were as stubborn as he was.
"I wouldn't find it surprising if he blows up his Aunt again or Dudley." Ron finished. They sat in silence for a long time just thinking and occasionally voicing their opinions about the new challenge... Summer School.