A/N: Anyway, I hope this is a good chapter. I'm kind of stuck in a corner, figuratively, with my writing. I'm freaked out because I'm having idea overflow, have a really big math test coming up and am tackling a HUGE poetry unit in English… uggh… I mean I like poetry, but too much is too much. So here goes.

~passes around bowl filled with immense amounts of popcorn/kettle corn ~

Chapter Five: Babbling Bat Hexes and Gnome Saliva

"See you soon, Scarlett. Bye!" Stella waved to me, her just-unbraided dark hair billowing beautifully under a hat, as I left the station and boarded the train, heaving a small backpack with clothes, and secretly, Christmas presents, for my stay at the Weasley house.

"Bye Stells!" said Fred or George, though it was impossible to tell in the rubble of noise and the chaos of half the school already in a holiday mood.

"Bye, Fred! George, wait! You forgot your hat...here," Stella said smiling at the twin.

"Stella, how can you tell them apart? They're identical!" I said doubtfully at her out of the window as the train advanced, slowly gaining speed.

"No, they're not! Fred has 15 freckles around his nose and cheeks, but George only has 12 maybe 13… and, besides one of them is taller! They also-"

Stella's last words were drowned under the noise of the train. I waved. Then I turned to the twins thinking to myself…. Now, which one of them is taller? I looked at them both closer and then decided to think no more of Stella's observations…I mean I've always known that she has psychic powers…

The train ride to the platform and back "home" was shorter than last time, making absolutely no sense to me, because it was the same distance. Later on, shortly before arriving, Fred and George began teasing me, because I slept the complete length of the journey in a curled up position exactly like a rock.

"You guys… just because I prefer not to get my necessary eight and then some hours of sleep during classes doesn't mean I don't need my beauty sleep. You would know wouldn't you…?"

Rather depressingly, on their part, the two red haired indistinguishable boys in front of me spent several minutes trying to clue that out. Then Fred, upon comprehending, smiled, swishing his hair back in what was clearly an attempt at handsomeness. I rolled my eyes, all the way up and all the way down, in my inimitable signature eye roll. Charlie and Bill grinned, but ignored us and continued playing their game of Exploding Snaps. Percy looked at us, over the edge of his book in such a pretentious, know it all style that I closed my eyes, and imagined beating him up for just a couple of seconds. Percy and I don't seem to mesh well.

Fred looked at me like I was some sort of crazy person and was meditating after what seemed, to him, like a threatening experience, so I began to blackmail the twins, because I'm just that type of person.

"Do you want Christmas presents or not?" I said in a pissed off, fake, evil voice. The twins stared at me in mock outrage and then doubled back, putting on shocked expressions, surprised that I'd actually considered getting them anything. I smiled, letting the smile reach all the way up to my eyes, which I then closed again. Sadly, there were only a couple minutes , who had decided to drive me barmy as well, started to poke me in the shoulder and even though I tried to ignore him the time was already over.

When we exited the train and had finally heaved all our trunks down to the platform, Mrs. Weasley rushed over to us. Two younger children, a boy and a girl, accompanied her and looked up at the twins in an expecting and adorable look, like two children and a storyteller. Mrs. Weasley looked at me kindly, dimples and all and smiled warmly. She seemed, luckily, to be more of the forgiving type and if she remembered the first day she met me, she didn't say so.

"I'm so glad to have you here. Fred and George have told me so much about you, dear," she said in a sweet motherly as the boys gagged and blushed slightly.

"Not that much!"said George

"Mum!"said Fred blushing so red that his brilliant hair blended with his face. I smirked.

"You have!"Mrs. Weasley said clearly, looking at them doubtfully.

I rolled my eyes and stared at the boys like a lovestruck chicken for the rest of the journey, just to annoy them. Luckily, I wasn't required to talk a lot, because Percy managed to fill up the whole car ride, blabbing about an Exceeds Expectations he had got on a Charms exam and that Professor Flitwick refused to let him redo. It scared me a little how much he cared.

When we arrived, Mrs. Weasley magicked all the trunks into the house and told the twins to show me their room. The Weasley home was really the best family home I could imagine. The garden was a beautiful wilderness with flowers sprouting in unusual places including a Wellington boot and roguish gnomes lurking in shady corners ready to strike at any moment. Right now the grass was covered with a medium light layer of snow and the gnomes were shivering and blue. The house itself looked like many cottages stacked upon each other in a snaking fashion. I looked up, past the many colored window curtains and up the rickety pipes till I saw the roof, wobbly and blue tiled with several chimneys, like a little icing to the cake, err, house. Rusty cauldrons and even more old Wellington boots littered the steps by the back door and a gnome pointed its tongue at us rudely. Weirdly enough, I had a strange obsession with the little beasties, ever since Stella's uncle, Xeno, had pointed out that their spit was the main ingredient in making dung bombs.

Fred and George looked at me; four identical eyebrows raised as I crouched down and got the gnome to spit into a small potions flask, that I still happened to have on me (for various reasons unknown), by shaking its gnarly head from side to side.

"What?" I said, as I looked up at the twins, who had begun to whisper and were pointed at me with bemused expressions plastered on their equally "handsome" faces.

"Why are you collecting gnome saliva?" they said staring at me like I was some random stranger.

"Oh…. You don't know?" I said looking at them like I was a popular person and was talking with someone who had just inquired what cool meant. Then, deciding not to be mean any further I told them, "Gnome saliva is used to make dung bombs and is makes the most perpetual stink known to man."

Fred and George looked at me, intellectual capacity dawning on them as they realized that I wasn't a complete loon. Grinning mischievously, (I mean how else would they grin after such a trouble making discovery?) the twins guided me through their all together cluttered (in a nice comfy way) living room and up to the second floor to their room.

Their room was medium small in size and had two beds to the side of each room. At the end of the room there was a large window, overlooking the small pond that was just outside, with gold curtains with patches and a couple of holes. The beds were covered with a simple bedspread and the walls were draped in scarlet and gold banners as well as an autographed poster of the Weird Sisters and various posters of Quidditch players. The last half square meter or so of space was filled by a desk and a cupboard that reeked of mischief and dung bombs and looked as if it currently contained some type of blue, gum like potion. The corner looked as if it had caught the Percy virus and was attempting to make the room look like it belonged to a pompous; know it all big head instead of two mayhem causing hooligans.

I grinned to myself, nodded at the boys, gave them the flask and then accompanied them downstairs where Mrs. Weasley was cooking soup. After asking her where my stuff was and where I would sleep, she replied sympathetically, apparently thinking I was homesick or something, that I would be sleeping in the same room as Ginny, the little girl from earlier. I climbed up the stairs again and slipped into the room, dug through my backpack and got out a glucose meter and an insert strip for the meter. Wincing slightly, I pricked myself with my lancing device and let the drop of blood from my calloused fingertips land on the tiny test strip. Then, I read the display. I let out a gasp of relief, my blood sugar was thankfully at a normal level, and turned around to find a small, freckled red headed girl staring at me.

"Why did you just prick yourself?" Ginny said looking alarmed and distressed, her eyes whipping around for help "Are you a vampire? Cause Fred and George said that people who drink their own or other people's bloods are always secretly vampires…"

"No, sweetie. Sooo like Fred and George to tell you that, however in this case I'm obviously not a vampire, though you can't exactly tell by my pale complexion… I'm diabetic. I was just measuring my blood pressure to make sure I'm okay."

"Oh! That's too bad. Do you like to play Quidditch?" Ginny said obviously getting comfortable as the conversation turned to something she could identify with. "I do... my favourite position is Chaser, but the boys never ever let me play. It's not fair, because I know I could whoop their butt if we ever played. "

"I play Chaser, too! We could probably beat them at Quidditch even if we had our hands tied behind our backs," I said, mentally laughing at what a chatter box she had become. She was sweet. "I love your room, by the way."

Her room was quite nice, the faded blue color of her walls tied in nicely with the worn, but still quite bright poster of Gwenog Jones of the Holyhead Harpies and another poster of the Weird sisters. The floor was covered in a navy and aquamarine blue woven rug that seemed to change design the longer you looked at it. I tore my eyes away. Next to her bed there was a small cot, presumably for me, that was covered by a patchwork quilt.

"Thanks. Do you support the Holyhead Harpies, too?

"Not really, I'm more of a supporter for the Puddlemere United… but my friends Stella, Katie and Alicia don't really agree with that…"

Ginny opened her mouth ready to debate something about the tactics, players and how the uniforms were better when I heard footsteps. Assuming it was either Fred or George, I pulled Ginny into a corner where they wouldn't see us and got ready to hex them. Ginny smiled up at me shyly and slightly unsure, but nevertheless pleased that she wouldn't become victim to a prank, again. I pulled out my wand; it was 12 inches long, made of a mixture of rosewood and ivy and contained a phoenix feather my great grand aunt's phoenix had given. It wasn't exactly in pristine condition. I had slightly broken of a chunk when I crashed down the Gryffindor common room stairs and splintered my finger, in an act of klutziness (trust me- I have them all the time).

Currently, however, the door flew open and someone walked in. Unfortunately, for the resident at the very least, I couldn't see them well so I assumed that, because the occupant was red haired; it must be Fred or George. Now that I remember, I'm pretty sure that in a house filled with only red heads that wasn't the best thinking. So, when I muttered the Babbling Curse I mispronounced and probably accented the wrong syllable leaving the person entering in a midway stage between the Babbling Curse and the Bat Bogey Hex. Therefore, this person had large grotesque wings and was babbling: his tongue enlarged giving him the look of an overgrown bat that had been stung by a bee into the tongue…

It was Percy.

A/N: YAY! Cliffhanger! I've done it! YAY! (I'm celebrating)…. Yes I know I haven't updated since….. I don't know when. To those of you who are saying: "Uggh! I hate this story…. Fred and the OC aren't even in love yet, yada yada" or whatever you're saying (and thinking) please remember unless you REVIEW or CRITICISE me, I will never learn…. Thanks and please review or else….. my pink owl, I've decided to call it/her/him Ninja, will attack you and this time you might not be lucky enough to get attacked with chocolate potion….(I'm thinking about using vegetables ; GASP~!)

~bluebookbutterfly