A/N: Hi everybody! Thanks for the reviews! Here's chapter four. I know that the story is moving a little slow, but Bella's first day at Hogwarts is finally over (three chapters later...) But I promise that from now on, it won't take me forever to get to the point. Well, it still may take a couple of chapters for some :I don't want to rush the plot: Got any pointers? I could use some. Oh, and if people know spells that are used in the Harry Potter books, I would greatly appreciate it if you could clue me in. I'm a little lazy and don't feel like going through all six of them. Just in case I need to use the spells in later chapters. R&R. Enjoy Seeing Double!

Isabella roamed the hallways, having left the feast early because the tension between her and Malfoy had quite ruined her appetite. She could hear the distant sounds of the students making their ways to their house dormitories for the night. She sighed and turned down another corridor. Bella wasn't quite ready to face the rest of her house just yet.

By her observations at dinner, the Sorting Hat had made a grave error in sending her to Slytherin. She had nothing in common with the haughty, arrogant peers that had looked at her with disdain and open hostility. Obviously they had heard what she had done to their precious 'prince' on the train earlier that day. This was going to be a long year if things kept up that this pace.

She heard footsteps headed her way, and reluctant to have to speak with anyone, she ducked behind a tapestry. Much to her astonishment, behind the tapestry was another secret passage way. Wonder where this one goes, Bella thought, but paused in her exploration by some voices.

"Harry, I think we should find out who the new girl is. She doesn't seem like the rest of the people of Slytherin," a girl's voice reasoned.

"Not to mention that she managed to irritate Malfoy to no end. It could become a beautiful friendship," the boy addressed joked back.

"But Hermione, how do you think we could get her to talk to us? I mean, it's not as if Slytherins and Gryffindors socialize on a regular basis."

"Honestly Ron, think! First class of the day tomorrow is double potions with Slughorn. We have class with them," Hermione stated flatly, silently pointing out that Slytherins and Gryffindors actually had a lot of classes together.

"Oh," Was all that Ron said.

The voices faded off down the hallway, and Bella resumed on her exploration. "Lumos," she whispered and the tip of her wand lit up brightly, illuminating her way. On either side of her were the cold stones that were used in the rest of the castle. The floor beneath her feet was covered in a very long and faded carpet; there was something of an Oriental look about it. But all of this barely registered because Bella's mind was turning over the conversation she had just overheard.

They were talking about me. She was sure of it. If they were talking about first years, it wouldn't have been that big a deal; there were lots of first years and most not important enough to be so noticed by the older students. The thing was, she didn't know why they were trying to come up with a plan to make friends.

Such odd people here in England. Why don't they just talk to me? she thought (A/N: I know that they really aren't that weird, but since she's from America and didn't know she was part of the wizarding world until recently, I am trying to establish the mind sets of the current students. Not to mention her ignorance about the house rivalries.)

Bella realized that she had been climbing up a set of stairs for quite some time and had now reached a wooden door with a brass handle. Curiosity got the better of her, so she pulled on the handle and the heavy door swung silently inward. "Nox," she muttered, extinguishing the light. She saw that the door was so heavy because on the other side, stone blocks had been embedded in the wood to make it blend in with the wall outside.

She stepped up and closed the door behind her, memorizing where it was so that she could sneak back downstairs and not get caught. Isabella looked around at the many telescopes positioned around the tower and then up at the night sky. The stars seemed so bright from here. This must be where astronomy is taught. She walked over to the closest telescope and looked through the viewer. One of the more obscure constellations came into view.(A/N: I'm too lazy to do the research) She studied it for a while, then stepped back and moved over to the wall. Seating herself on the ledge, Bella tilted her face to let it bathe in the light of the moon.

Isabella didn't know how long she had been like that before her senses alerted her that she wasn't alone. Turning quickly, she saw two figures leaning against the opposite wall. They were staring at her intently.

Bella jumped back to the floor of the Astronomy Tower and eyed them warily. Forcing herself to relax, she separated her spirit from her body to assess the two men's intentions. Peering at their auras, she was surprised when she only found a mild curiosity and beneath that, surely that was a streak of mischief coloring.

Pulling back into her body, she was no longer forcing herself to relax; if these men had wanted to harm her, she would have seen it. She smiled disarmingly.

"Hi there. May I inquire as to why you're here on the Astronomy Tower? You aren't dressed like students, nor do you look like teachers." Her ploy worked; they came closer to her. Close enough that she was able to make out their features. She gasped and without thinking said, "Wow, twins."

Identical grins spread over identical faces.

"Fred..."

"And George..."

"Weasley," they finished in unison. "At your service."

Isabella looked at them a little closer and found that their hair was distinctly ginger, even with only the light of the moon illuminating it. "Any relation to Molly Weasley?" She queried. This encounter was becoming stranger by the minute.

"That's our mother," the one who introduced himself as Fred responded.

George looked at her, head slightly tilted to the side in curiosity. "How do you know her?"

Bella leaned back against the wall, now at ease with the unexpected visitors. Such a nice woman wouldn't have raised a couple of villains. "We met at the train station earlier today. She helped me with my luggage, since it was my first time there."

Fred and George looked at each other briefly. "So you're the transfer student from America?" George asked.

"Yes, how do you know?"

"We talk with Dumbledore. He told us about you a couple of months ago," Fred answered. "So is it true that you have never been to a magic school before?"

"Yes."

"Why? And you're starting by jumping into your seventh year?"

Bella sighed. She knew someone would bring this up eventually. "I wasn't exactly in a position to attend magic schooling before. My family is severely Italian; meaning that they are extremely religious, and if they found out I was a witch, they probably would have tried to crucify me. Or at least perform an exorcism. When we moved to Windsor three months ago, an owl came from Dumbledore. He allowed me to start my seventh year because I passed a few tests he had me perform. I had been developing my talents in secret since I had discovered them. So here I am," she finished. She had left out the part about Rafe and why she had moved. No one really needed to know that bit of information.

"Cool," Fred commented. "What house were you sorted into?"

"Slytherin."

Fred noticed that she didn't seem to thrilled. But he could understand; he wouldn't have wanted to be in Slytherin either. "What do you think so far?" He asked, pretty much guessing her answer.

"I think I was sorted wrong. The people in my house are snobbish and stuck up."

"It happens when everyone is raised in pureblood families," George said. "I'm assuming you aren't pureblooded, due to your story." Bella nodded in confirmation,. "I don't think that anyone who wasn't a pureblood has gotten into the Slytherin house. I wonder why you did?"

Bella didn't know the answer, so she didn't say anything.

Fred suddenly got a mischievous glint in his eye. "Met Draco Malfoy yet?"

She gave a small husky laugh. "Oh, him. Yeah, we had a little confrontation on the train."

Fred and George each raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"Well, I fell asleep in my compartment and when I woke up, he and his hulking primates were sitting across from me. He wanted to know my name and was pretty condescending about it. I got irritated and I turned him into a duck. He wasn't too happy with me at dinner this evening."

The twins were clutching their sides, laughing so hard that it was hard to breathe. "You...turned him into...a...duck!" George managed to gasp out. Isabella joined in on their laughter. It had been a pretty amusing sight.

When they had finally managed to calm down a bit, Bella realized that she had lost track of time, and that the moon had risen high into the sky. "I should probably be getting back. I don't want to get in trouble on my first day here. But tomorrow is another opportunity for a bit of mischief." She made her way back to the hidden doorway. "It was nice to meet you. Adieu."

As she opened the door, she heard one of the twins call after her. "What is your name?"

"Bella," she replied, sending them a smile that was hot enough to melt ice. "My name is Isabella," and closed the door behind her, making her way once more down the corridor.

"Well bloody hell," Fred said to his twin.

"Hm-mmm," George agreed.

"What a beauty, and with a touch of impishness."

"Her voice is like firewhiskey, soothing, yet burns all the way down; too much of it and you can get drunk."

"Aww, George, I didn't know you were such a poet," Fred teased.

"We geniuses often have odd afflictions."

Their conversation tapered off into a comfortable silence, both having their thoughts trained on the mysterious nymph they had just met.

"Guess it's time to start our patrol rounds."

"Guess so."

But try as they might, they just couldn't put thoughts of Bella to rest.