Ron sat idly at breakfast next to Harry, across from Neville and Hermione. Detention wasn't bad last night. He spent it playing the stern teacher in chess while nibbling biscuits. Rather odd detention but it was preferable to writing lines. She seemed to understand why he acted out against Malfoy and wasn't too upset about it. Apparently "Pure blood" was something that few families believed to be important.

Harry, Hermione and Neville all seemed surprised hearing about the odd detention. Harry and Hermione being muggle raised like he was, and Neville not having his parents or siblings to tell him about it. So far, Hogwarts had no sense of normalcy to be seen.

"May. I have your attention please?" Dumbledore said over the talk of students. They immediately quieted down before their ancient headmaster. Everyone looked up at the staff table. Ron's face paled seeing a familiar face, "This year, we have an assistant groundskeeper, and assistant professor for care of Magical creatures. Professor Weasley."

Gryffindors roared in approval seeing their once seeker return to teach at Hogwarts if only for a short time. Ron lowered himself on the bench as if to hide from the green eyed Professor. Unfortunately for him, it was at this time, a mischievous set of twins found their way over to him. Each grabbing an arm and having him sit a little taller than he would like.

"Hey look!"

"It's Charlie!"

Fred and George were smiling. Ron could hear it in their voices. Not that they weren't always smiling mind you. They were either plotting or smiling as far as Ron could see. Always a spark of mischievous madness in their eyes that one would either fear or embrace.

Ron wasn't sure he quite liked that look.

"Mum's going to be so-"

"-happy he's here and not-"

"-chasing dragons-"

"-in Romania."

"Dragons?" Ron asked, "Isn't that dangerous?"

He looked over at the smirking twins with concern.

"Only if you don't know what you're doing," Fred (?) said.

"Wonder why he's here." George(?).

"Maybe to see this scrawny git," Fred(?) said grabbing Harry and pulling him into a headlock.

"Yes! He's here to see the boy who grew up to be scrawny!"

Harry groaned as he wrestled to get out of the headlock while the other twin kept Ron in place. Hermione was oddly silent, not sure if she could yell at the older students for their childish horseplay. She was already labeled as a bookish outcast and the twins, though rule breakers were well liked. That and would people believe her over them?

It didn't matter as they soon let go, both moving to sit to the left of Ron, leaving Harry on the right.

"Think he'll come with us to Hogsmeade?" One asked the other.

"Maybe. Oh! We can go to Honeydukes and get a mountain of candy!"

"Going to Candy Mountain with Charlie?" Harry whispered to Ron. Ron just nodded with his friend's confusion.

"Maybe with a dragon," Ron whispered back remembering Charlie's work with the flying lizards.

"Or a unicorn," Harry joked. Ron snorted. Unicorn. Right.

Charlie looked longingly at the Gryffindor table he knew so well. There was a certain wrongness sitting up with his once Professors as their equal. He was far more used to sitting with Fred and George, occasionally reprimanding their notorious childish behavior. He missed it. He was surprised to say that he missed it. Being in Romania was nice. But so was seeing his family. Percy was keeping his distance, as he always seemed to, an open book nearby, but he was staring at Charlie in confusion. Charlie felt the need to smack his head. He forgot to tell Percy he was coming. Oh well. Better late than never he supposed.

"I do hope you keep your brothers under control Mister Weasley," a cold monotonous voice stated low yet clear as day. Charlie turned his head to face the sallow faced, greasy haired professor.

"Mum's tried for years. But I do know discipline Professor Snape," Charlie said simply. The sour faced man turned away keeping his soulless black eyes on the new coworker. Charlie shifted slightly to focus on the other professors at the table.

Surprisingly, it wasn't hard to avoid "Professor Weasley". He was young enough that many of the other students knew him and therefore, stop to talk with him. That added with the devious trickster nature of the twins made him a rather busy teacher.

So much had happened in that time too. He had transformed a match into a needle, made effective bruise paste in potions, actually grown something in Herbology and witnessed flying on a broom with Madam Hooch. Harry had become Griffindor's seeker that day. Whatever that meant.

It didn't seem like any time at all had passed before October 31 had come by. Ron was sitting next to Hermione in Professor Flitwick's class as they all were working on the levitation spell. Wingardium Leviosa.

"It's Levi-O-sa," Hermione told another student. Her name was something to do with purple. Violet was it? It was something flowery.

"If you're so smart why don't you do it?!" She snapped back. Hermione coughed slightly as she raised her arm.

"Wingardium Leviosa," she said calmly with a swish and flick. The white feather was lifted into the air with grace and confidence. Flitwick's face lit up with joy as he saw the feather rise.

"Well done! Well done Miss Granger! Take note everyone. Including you Miss Lavender."

Lavender. Well, it is a type of purple. And a type of flower. Though her face was red with fury. Her eyes held back no anger as she glared at Hermione. Ron went back to his own feather, trying once more to get the darn feather to float.

Ron and Harry had been walking in the large court yard when Hermione brushed passed them, hiccuping from crying. Ron and Harry looked behind them to see Lavender and a few other girls laughing, one lifting her hair in an exaggerated manner as to mimic very messy or... Frizzy hair.

"I think she heard them," Harry stated.

"You think?" Ron asked sarcastically. Harry narrowed his eyes at Ron. Ron, had his face set in an "are you kidding me?" set up. Both the boys looked around for Hermione. But she was nowhere to be found.

"I think she needs some time alone," Ron stated.

"Should we really let her at it alone?"

"Harry. She's a girl. Girl's need space. It's a little scary when they are emotional."

"How would you know?"

"Years in orphanages has taught me a lot about girls and their inexplicable behavior. Harry, when she's upset, you run. And usually in the other way."

Yes. A little crazy. Please review?