As promised, Fred and George were waiting outside of Dumbledore's office. Well, not so much waiting as staring intensely at each other, trying to exactly mirror one another's movements. It wasn't going entirely as planned, I'm sure.

"What are you two doing?"

The two looked at me, twin looks of terror upon their faces, turned slightly back at each other, and sighed.

"Even when we're NOT trying to look like each other, we can't do it right," Fred said.

"What are you talking about, that was a near perfect imitation of George's scared face," I said. "If that was your scared face, I mean."

George smiled. "See, that's the thing," he said. "It was the same, right? We were trying to mirror one another." Grabbing his brother's face, he shoved him toward me. "See, when Fred grimaces, the right side of his lip twitches down." He had one arm wrapped around his brother's head, and the other hand was pointing at his lip. "I was trying to imitate, but in mirror. So, the left side of my lip should twitch down." Finally releasing his brother's head, he put his face very near to mine. "But look!" He grimaced. "See? Exactly the same. Right side twitches down."

"You've thought about this a lot, haven't you," I asked, patting George on the head.

He sighed. "We're mirror-identical twins. Shouldn't our faces reflect that?"

Fred cracked a smile. "Oi, did you mean for that to happen?"

"What?" George looked at his twin, laughing hysterically at him, in complete confusion. "Did I mean for what to happen? Fred?"

Even I had to laugh. "You made a pun, George."

"I… did?" George thought through exactly what he had said, and began to smile when he realized the pun. "That's odd. I don't remember eating anything funny this morning."

Fred laughed even harder. "It's true. He'd have to have eaten one of our pranks to have that kind of humor." He fell on the floor, holding his stomach, and George began play-kicking at him.

I dragged one twin off the other, and when we all collapsed on the floor in a pile, joined in the laughing. "You guys are heavy," I groaned. One twin was pinning down my feet, and the other was pretty much sitting on my back.

Feeling the evil twin thought-processes, I looked back at the two of them. Matching smirks were on their faces. "You're not ticklish," Fred began.

"Are you," George finished.

I tried my best to wiggle out from under the two of them, but they held fast. "Please don't," I squealed. "I'm REALLY ticklish."

"Well, that's the best answer we've ever gotten," Fred said, laughing. "Let's get her, George."

Somehow, over the course of ten minutes worth of tickling, we managed to find ourselves halfway down the corridor, and right in front of the doorway to the moving staircases.

"Isn't this funny," George said. "Right where we were supposed to be going anyway."

"Good job, Carrie," Fred said, patting me on the back. "Even while being tickled, you know your way around the castle."

I took the compliment, though I knew I had no idea how to get back here if I tried. The boys dragged me up staircase after staircase before realizing, they had no idea to which common room they were supposed to be taking me.

"What house are you in," Fred asked. "We never asked."

I smiled brightly. "Gryffindor."

Fred and George looked at each other with a big smile. "That means we can torture you all day, every day." They each took an arm and led me to the Fat Lady, whose current password was "Licorice fancy," and into the Gryffindor common room.

I had never seen a more comfortable looking room in my life. Everything was decorated in shades of burgundy and gold, which made the room seem even warmer than the roaring fire in the huge fireplace made it feel.

"How do I know which dormitory is mine," I asked. "Will I have been put in one yet?"

"Well, we can always ask if Dumbledore's told anyone about a new roommate," George said. "Can't hurt to try, right?"

For the next twenty minutes, we sat and asked every sixth year girl coming out of or going into the dormitories if she knew of any rooms getting a new girl.

"Alicia," Fred yelled, jumping up. He grabbed her by the shoulders and practically yelled at her. "PLEASE, tell me you've heard SOMETHING about a new girl in sixth year."

Alicia shoved Fred off of her. "Well, besides you just yelling it in my face, a few girls mentioned you two were looking for the new girl or something," she said. "Otherwise, I haven't heard a thing." Going to walk past him, she spotted me. "Oi, is this her?"

George nodded. "Yup, this is Carrie," he said. "We weren't looking for her. We were trying to figure out which dormitory she'll be in."

"Well, come on then, Carrie," Alicia said, pulling me onto my feet. "We can take a more direct approach to this." She pulled me through the door and into the hall of dormitories. "The boys can't come through here. Some enchantment the founders put on all the girl's halls. Boys were too un-trustworthy or something." She giggled. "Alright, last name?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Philips, maybe? It's my mum's last name."

She led me about halfway down the hall, and knocked on the next three doors. "Any of you know of a new girl, last name Philips, moving into any of your dorms?"

"I heard Fred talking to a few girls about somebody new, but I haven't heard a thing," one girl said.

Another mentioned, "If she was moving in here, she'd have to sleep in a window. We're full up."

"Thanks anyway," Alicia said. "You may just have to go back up to Dumbledore's office and ask him where you can move in for the moment. Seems like most of the dormitories will be full."

I thanked Alicia and made my way back down to the common room. For a first day, it wasn't going extremely well.