MINDY'S POV:
It turns out Dumbledore was merely checking to see if we were magical. It surprised me greatly that we actually were.
He told Andi and I all about Hogwarts and our classes and we acted surprised that to learn about this place. We didn't have to fake our enthused excitement. All the while, the Weasley twins stood behind us, listening in a bored fashion.
"How old are you girls?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"16" I answered.
"Ahh… Only a year younger than Mr. Weasley… and Mr. Weasley." The boys looked up at this, but quickly went back to staring around the room. "It's a good thing today is Friday. Now you have the weekend to get your bearings and prepare yourselves for school." Dumbledore said, smiling at us over his glasses. "Now, onto more serious matters…" he explained to us that we would have to start in first year classes, though normally we would have been in our 6th year.
Since we were a year younger than the twins, I figured that we were a year older than Harry Potter which would put us somewhere in the Order of the Phoenix.
"Now, for your aliases." Dumbledore said excitedly.
We gave him confused stares.
"No one in the wizarding world has heard of you or your family. There will be no records of you anywhere. We cant just have you popping up like you had never been born."
The twins looked confused but intrigued and Andi and I staggered, surprised by how much he knew. I wondered if he had picked that up when he had been picking through my brain… what if he knew about the book?
"You shall keep your first names, but we will have to sort out your 'family' later." he winked. "Now you'll need a place to sleep for the night." He seemed to think for a moment and then clapped his hands together once. I turned to see two beds that weren't there before sitting next to each other up against the wall. "Mr. Weasley… and Mr. Weasley, I suspect the Fat Lady has gone for a midnight stroll (not unlike yourselves) and will not be back anytime soon. You, too, may have to stay here tonight." He clapped again and two more beds appeared against the opposite wall. He grinned widely at the four of us before walking away saying, "No funny business… I'm only in the other room."
We all stood awkwardly for a moment before stumbling tiredly over to our respectable beds.
I couldn't believe it. I was in Harry Potter and I was sharing Dumbledore's office with the Weasley twins!
"So where is it that you said you came from?" one of the twins, George I thought, asked, yawning and stretching out on his bed.
"Texas." Andi responded, sitting up against her pillows.
"Wow… What that must be like…" Fred said distantly.
I kept my mouth closed. Andi was totally comfortable with talking to complete strangers (even thought they technically weren't strangers to us; we had read all about them). But I was completely shy and ended up saying something stupid and using snarky comments to cover up the awkward tension.
I head a soft clap from the room Dumbledore had retreated to and the lights shut off, the only light coming from some unseen source that glowed a supernatural light blue.
I looked across the room and saw Fred staring straight up at the ceiling and George leaning back onto his own bed.
I tilted my head up and closed my eyes. After pulling the blankets up to my chin and curling up on my side, I fell asleep.
FRED'S POV:
It was suspicious, but Dumbledore seemed to know what he was doing. Two random girls showing up in the middle of Hogsmeade with no idea of how they got there.
I remembered the cold of the night outside and shivered, pulling the blanket up around myself.
The ceiling was high and there were many things to look at up there, but I was tiring of it quickly, my attention span being as short as it is.
I rolled over and faced away from the foot of George's bed. I looked straight across and saw one of the girls, the one with dark hair and a scar on her left cheek, laying asleep. I thought that one's name was Mindy. But I could've been wrong. She was fairly pretty. Some might even say beautiful. But I was Fred Weasley, I didn't see things as beautiful unless it was a perfectly executed prank.
Or at least that's the way other people saw me. I thought a few things were beautiful. Like the uninterrupted peace of a snow covered area of land. Or two small birds chasing each other fitfully around a sprouting tree. Or a sleeping girl, her face smooth with rest and her snores nearly mute.
Thinking about beauty, I fell asleep.
GEORGE'S POV:
It was pure luck that the two girls we had found were completely gorgeous. I could hardly keep my eyes off them, but I managed to do so in case either of them happened to look up.
Unsurprisingly, sleep didn't come easily that night. I hadn't been able to sleep for quite a few weeks. When I finally got back to sleep, I had nightmares of a girl with dark hair in a tattered dress with angel's wings. She was standing barefoot on the edge of a cliff, edging nearer as though to threaten me with her own death. I called to her, but when she turned around, blood-red tears were in her eyes, streaming down her face.
But tonight, that girl didn't visit my dreams. Because she was here.