Mia sat in the great hall, several days after the defence against the dark arts lesson; of which Draco was still complaining about at every opportunity. Apparently he was as found of spiders as she were. She was alone at one of the benches now though- not by choice as such, she was going to ask the blonde to join her, or do something else entirely if he so desired, but after their charms lesson had finished this morning, he'd all but ran out of the classroom without so much as a goodbye. It was the same every evening too, he'd disappear after eating tea in the great hall, and no matter how late Mia waited, he never returned until after she was asleep. It was almost as if he were avoiding her.

Sighing she looked back at the goblet, watching others place their names into it, certain they must all be crazy. Even if she were old enough, there was no way her name would be in that cup. All the money in the world wouldn't be worth the many painful ways one could die in that competition. A blue glowing ring had been drawn around it by Dumbledore, to try and stop anyone underage from entering. Not that that would discourage Fred and George. Both came running into the hall cheering, causing Mia to stand and meet them halfway.

"Cooked it up just this morning" George was saying to the crowd as his twin put his arm over the brunettes shoulder. She looked up at him raising an eyebrow, but wasn't bothered enough to complain. It was nice to be wanted for a change. She was too intrigued with what they'd 'cooked up' and how it would fail anyway, which it was bound to.

"It's not going to work" Hermione said in a sing-song voice. She was sat at the opposite side of the hall, a book in her lap and her messy hair tucked behind her ears.

"I have to agree" Mia chimed in, lightly pushing Fred's arm away. He shrugged, going to Hermione's side, with George on the other. The circle was drawn by Dumbledore, who was clearly smarter than either twin, no matter what delusion they were under. This was exactly what the muggleborn went on to explain. Not that it would help in any way.

"Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant" Fred explained, walking into a clear space, though to do what was still unknown. At least until he took a small glass bottle out of his cloak. Presumably it was an aging potion. It wouldn't have taken too long to make, or taken too much intelligence, just following the instructions really. Then again, that wasn't something either twin would be used to.

"Because it's so dim-witted" Well, she had to hand it to them. Yes, it was incredibly stupid and 'dim-witted', and ok, surely Dumbledore wouldn't be fooled by such but the logic was still there. Slightly. George went to stand by his brother, Mia watching on in scepticism. They gave the small vials they were holding a shake, grinning at one another.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George!" they linked their arms through one another, both saying 'Bottoms up', then drinking both before jumping down into the circle. She half expected them to hit an invisible brick wall and slide down to a heap on the floor, and was slightly disappointed when that didn't happen. It would have been quite funny to say the least. Instead they stood inside the blue line, seeming shocked that it had worked as well. The crowd that had gathered around them all started cheering, although she still wasn't convinced. It looked too easy. They stretched up, throwing two pieces of parchment which presumably contained their scribbled names into the fire, but almost instantly were hit by electric blue flames, sending them flying backwards. The Slytherin gasped, her hands cupping her mouth as she took a step forward before bursting into laughter at the sight, all worry dispersing. The previous red heads now looked like old men, with grey hair and long white beards. They looked down at themselves, then each other, before jumping on the other twin and rolling around on the floor.

"You said it would work!" they shouted at one another, the room still full of laughter. Ron was now at the front of the group, making no attempt to break up his brothers fight. In fact he was acting like this was the sort of thing he saw daily, yet still found hilarious. Living with the Weasley's never would be dull to say the least. Everything went quiet within seconds, even the twins stopped and looked up when several Durmstrang students entered. Victor Krum and his headmaster strided up to the goblet, Krum placing red parchment into it, his eyes lingering on Hermione as he did so. No one clapped or cheered or even booed in a good hearted way, and talking, or rather hushed whisper didn't restart until they had left the hall.

Mia approached the twins, who had both gotten up off the floor and were now hobbling towards the doors.

"I told you so" she couldn't resist, or hold back the smugness in her voice. Fred grinned,

"At least I'm still good looking as an old man" she didn't have it in her to disagree, George did however.

"You weren't too good beforehand" he said, giving his brother a light shove, that nearly sent them both toppling to the ground.

"We're identical twins!" Fred argued, "You've just insulted yourself"

"I'm the better looking twin" they continued to argue all the way up toe the infirmary, where a bemused Madam Pomfry sorted them out.

A/N: It's short I guess, sorry, but for some reason this chapter's taken some doing. I just wasn't in the writing mood :/ I felt bad for not uploading in a while though. Enjoy anyway, Z-Nugget xx