Fred and George had left. They had decided that my joke was to be taken seriously and they would go out with a bang, quite literally. There were fireworks involved. As well as a swamp which they managed to conjure in one of the halls, which caused the teachers rather a lot of grief trying to get rid of it, though I was sure that McGonagall would know how to get rid of it had she tried. Umbridge however was so infuriated with the boy's exit that she had practically exploded the second they had disappeared, which was the most interesting thing she had done in all of her time at Hogwarts.

We sent each other letters regularly, Mrs Weasley had been furious with them when she found out that they had left, never mind the mess that they had caused upon departure. Never the less, they had bought a shop in Diagon Alley which they had begun decorating to fit their vision, which I had no doubt consisted of a copious amount of orange.

Fred had sent a charm for my birthday, a small top hat, which he explained was a key element in the shop, and that the shop was a key moment in our lives, hence it being on the bracelet.

The exams flew by, though I didn't get full marks on all of them, I feel that I did pretty well, well enough that I had a cushion to fall back on should Fred and George not need my help with the shop as they said they would. The train journey away from Hogwarts felt weird, it felt like I had left a part of me there, I was relieved to leave because it meant that I could start my life and move forward, but having spent a good proportion of my life there, I knew that I would miss it.

But leaving meant that I could be with Fred again, letters weren't the same as talking in person, and you couldn't kiss a photograph. So I sat next to Angelina on the train, waiting eagerly for the platform to come into view, nerves fluttering about the cabin.

The breaks squealed as the cabin came level with the station before us, before the train had come to a complete stop both of us were scrambling to collect our belongings, rushing to be the first off of the train to find the twins. We stumbled clumsily out of the doors and searched the platform for the two tall redheads, whom we found after only a brief scan of the crowd; racing one another to see who could get to them first as we squirmed through the expectant parents. I dropped my case just before I got to him, throwing my arms around him as he lifted me and spun to try and steady himself, as he set me down our lips met and we kissed in front of almost everyone we had ever known.

"Oh my Gods, I have missed you so much." He stated when we broke apart, his eyes taking in every inch of me.

"You have no idea." I said, hugging him tightly to my side, he reached down and grabbed my case from the floor, before I could protest he kissed me again, gentler this time, but enough to stop me from speaking. "I'm pretty sure that that's cheating."

"I'm pretty sure that you aren't complaining that I just kissed you," he said indignantly, as though the accusation had offended him, but his smile seeped through the façade.

"I'm meeting my parents at a café in twenty minutes," I wrapped my free arm around his waist. "So can I come visit you next week?"

"Am I not allowed to meet your parents?" his tone sarcastic and obviously unsurprised.

"Do you want to meet my parents right now?"

"Is it bad if I say no?"

"Of course not," I leant against him as we walked towards the exit of the station. "So, next week?"

"You are always welcome, just come down Diagon Alley, you can't miss it." He said, practically exploding with pride, "George and I are staying above the shop for now."

"Got it," I grabbed the case from his hand and slipped my arm from around him. Reaching up, I kissed him, "see you." I turned on my heel and ran from the station, through the wall into the packed muggle station, the transition always jarred me slightly, bright fluorescent lights hung overhead.

After steadying myself, I began the journey to a small café just outside the station; the walk wasn't long, but after sitting in a train for nearly five hours, it wears you out. So when I saw that they were already sat down I quickly rushed over to the booth that they and shoved my suitcase under the table and slid into the seat, they both just looked at me and smiled as I picked up a menu.

"How was school?" my mother asked somewhat awkwardly.

"It was good, I did okay with my exams so I can see what jobs crop up in a while." I didn't feel like discussing Fred with them at this point, as they would most likely think that I was jumping into things, which I possibly was, but I didn't feel like admitting that to them or myself just yet. "How have you been anyway?"

"Good, your mother got a promotion at work."

"I'm now the senior manager at the firm," her face lit up as she said it, making the booth feel lighter and less awkward almost instantly. "Your sister is getting home tomorrow so we are going to do some shopping," she smiled enthusiastically at me, "and then we got you this." She hands me a muggle train card, "so that you can travel to wherever your friends are, I know you like disappearing up the chimney but it doesn't half scare me."

"Thank you," I grabbed their hands from across the table, though I appreciated the sentiment I would most likely travel by floo when my mum wasn't there. "Yeah, actually I was planning to go stay with Fred and George for a few days next week, they just opened their own shop, figured I could lend a hand."

"Of course, but I'm going to assume you don't need the safety talk." Mum said slightly quieter than her usual volume.

"No thank you, I don't plan on that anytime soon." I could feel my heart beat faster as she said it, squirming at her tone.

"You never know honey, it might surprise you."

I just stared at the space between their heads and nodded, not wanting to have to have the talk in a café, or at all if possible, school covered most of it and the rest I had heard discussed around school before I even knew what most of the things meant. My parents chuckled to themselves and we fell into more comfortable conversations about future plans and school, not telling them anything that might worry them, like the impending dangers or my relationship. But those things didn't need to ruin the mood this instant, I would tell them later. Later.