Yo: Some angst, kind of cute Ginny, slight bit of fluff if you squint really hard

She stood back against the wall as she watched the two swarmed by family. She'd often wondered what it would have been like to still have her parents…to have Moony and Padfoot. She'd tried sending letters to Moony- she just knew he was far too guilt ridden to answer. She remembered how he always was, so much like a loyal dog, both of them. Her green eyes looked out the window.

She wondered what would happen to Aunt Petunia. Perhaps the woman could start over far away from here- far away from herself. She was already screwing two people's lives up, she didn't want to screw up Petunia's any further if it could be helped.

She looked down and raised a brow at the short red haired girl in front of her. "What?" She asked curtly.

"Your…gonna be around my brothers a lot, aren't you?" The ten year old asked, brown eyes looking up at her in curiosity.

"Seems like it."

The girl smiled widely, making Ivy's eyes grow wide ever so slightly. "Let's be friends then!"

Ivy stared at her. She didn't answer, merely looking up at the girls mother. "Your daughter needs to learn you can't be friends with such a simple thing as a smile." She said with a polite tone. "If you'll all excuse me, I'll take my leave. I need to unpack the things in my room. Good night to you." She turned on her heel and left, not caring the slightest as the girl- Ginny Weasley- looked sadly after her and how the men and woman of the family looked a mixture of shocked and confused.

"What's with her?" Charlie asked his younger brother.

"Hmph. Seems like an arrogant little bugger." Percy muttered.

Fred glared, "Knock it off." He said. "Look why are-"

"You guys even here? Charlie has work-"

"And so does Dad, and Ron and Percy have class like us-"

"Tomorrow. Besides, it's getting close to Ginny's bedtime."

Sharing further confused looks, the group said there goodbyes and separated.

She through a punch at the wall, wincing in annoyance as the skin over her knuckles tore open. "Stupid. Can't be fucking normal." She muttered darkly, watching the skin close over. She'd been to see Poppy- as the woman insisted- the medic-witch earlier that day. The woman had taught her a couple of spells and told her how to heal minor injuries on her own body by directing her magic in certain ways.

Normal people would have told that girl yes. Normal people wouldn't hide behind a mask of smiles. Normal people don't have a fucking connection to two strangers. Normal people…normal people could feel emotions properly.

She sighed and made her way back to the portrait of Artemis- the Greek Goddess of the Hunt(she was certain the goddess also represented virginity, but she was unsure)- and gave the password. "Apollo sucks." She said. The painting laughed, swinging open to admit her inside.

The rooms they had been given were large, each connecting to a circular common room in the center of the three. Each had their own bathroom.

She glanced behind her as the portrait swung open again, the twins entering with an arms over each others shoulders. Ivy squashed the jealousy she felt. She's always wished she had a brother or sister to relate to, that understood her with out the need to speak. But that was another thing that would never happen- for one, she didn't think she could ever completely open up to someone other than herself. As it stood, it was sometimes difficult to open up to herself in her own damn head, let alone another person out loud.

She tried not to snort as she reviewed her own thoughts. Didn't she sound like a little emo child, as Vernon would say when complaining about one killing themselves on the telly.

Fred's eyebrows knitted together, "That was a bit mean."

"I doubt you want her thinking she can be friends with everyone. I don't need someone as innocent as her anywhere near me." She answered, turning o scan through the books that had been placed on the shelf. 'I'd taint it too quickly.'

Neither gave her a reply, so she assumed they went to get a look at their rooms. Ivy froze when a single pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind.

"Is it really so hard to be nice?" Fred asked in a low tone.

She didn't move, even as her face contorted into a mix of a sneer and dark humor. "I was nice to Daphne and Blaise. I was nice to Ron and Hermione. I was nice to you and George. I was nice- because it's just a mask." She wrenched away from him and faced him with a snarl. "Being nice is a waste of time unless you gain something, or it saves your ass. I don't need to be nice, I don't need people who think they know me crowding around and making my life more difficult than it is!"

She paused at her own room's door, looking over her shoulder at his unreadable expression. "And I sure as hell don't need you or your brother." She slammed her door closed.

Fred closed his eyes after entering his and George's shared room. He may not know her, but what her heard last night, what he'd just heard…he wanted to cry. He may not be knowledgeable about the lives of children aside form his family, but he knew damn well one thing: No child should ever feel like she did. No on at all should. He was going to fix it if it was the last Merlin damned thing he did.