September 1st morning was absolute and utter chaos. People raced through the halls shouting at each other asking where books, clothes, broomsticks, and badges were. Grace had been packed for two nights already so she helped Ginny with organizing her things leaving the Morgan to take their things downstairs.
"So, are you ready to go back to school?" Grace shrugged, "I mean ready yes, willing not really." Ginny giggled agreeing heartily saying, "I am only excited because it means I get to get out of this house."
Grace smiled at the idea, everyone in the house was going absolutely stir crazy and it was driving her nuts. "I'm thinking of trying out for the Gryffindor quidditch team this year." The admission didn't surprise Grace as Ginny had told her all about the game with its four balls and insane scoring system. "You absolutely should after all you never know, you could make the team this year."
Ginny tossed her folded pair of socks and Grace placed them into the girl's trunk, they had both learned that she was far better at organizing things than Ginny. "You want to be a chaser, right?" She asked closing the trunk and locking the clasps.
The other girl nodded saying, "or a seeker, but Harry is so good I doubt I could beat him in a seeker's duel." Grace hefted the trunk grinning, "what I sight it would be. We should head out we still need to get to King's Cross and something tells me chaos is reining downstairs."
Grace was right, after narrowly avoiding getting hit by one of the two twins' trunks and she slipped between the bars on the stair rail. Ginny was less lucky taking a trunk to the face, "what the Hades Fred, George. Whichever one of you just did that I am going to beat your ass!"
Morgan came tearing across the hall shouting at the twins at the top of the stairs. "Language Morgan!" Grace shouted back as she helped Ginny off the floor. "Fred George, what were you thinking. You could have done her serious harm!"
Molly Weasley screamed her at sons only for the portrait of Sirius' mother to shout at everyone one in the room. "Filthy Mudbloods and Blood-traitors! Defilement of my father's house! Scum of the wizarding world! How dare you stand where my ancestors stood...!"
Molly directed her wand first at the portrait which promptly stopped shouting then, at her daughter who shook her head and any sign of injury vanished as they sprinted out the door and headed for King's Cross.