Fred encouraged his brother's suggestion with a wink, the mischievous gleam of his eyes unmistakable. Hermione is their friend, but sometimes, she can become a tad crotchety and quite annoying. She's the type of person that's way too high strung, always prepared for something to happen, but never enjoys the spontaneous delights of day to day life. Well, the twins were going to change that. At least, they'd surely try and have fun while doing so, of course. 

Harry, although he seemed rather quiet during the feast, was deeply troubled by this woman's sudden arrival to Hogwarts. Reasonably so, considering she elected to have him severely punished for just trying to protect himself and his ungrateful cousin from Dementors. Whatever plans she held for Hogwarts, Harry theorized, they wouldn't be pleasant changes. As the feast continued, Ron consuming a majority of the available food served at the Gryffindor table, Harry merely nibbled on some fruit. His behavior didn't go unnoticed by another student's amber eyes. 

"Harry?" He knew the voice and immediately responded, tilting his eyes upwards and gently pushed his glasses back into place. 

"Yeah, Ginny?" 

The youngest Weasley extended a hand, quite literally shaking from her nervousness, and gently dropped it onto his own. "Is everything alright?" She could sense his troubled state of mind. All she wanted was to help, perhaps take away his anxiety a tad. However, the lad just offered a simple smile and assured her that he was fine. Even though Ginny knew he was lying, she didn't question him further. 

By the time Dumbledore requested everyone return to their Common Rooms, Ginny and Hermione were both saddled with the responsibility of lugging an overstuffed Ron to the Gryffindor dorms. Harry watched, curiously, and rose an eyebrow in amusement as the two girls struggled. He'd offered his help, but they both declined to accept. Once he was left at the table with just the twins for company, Harry decided to retire for the night as well. 

Fred waved him off, a wide set grin on the ginger-haired lad's face. "Y'know, George, Harry seems a bit more distraught than usual." The elder twin noted, rising from the table and leaned back slightly to stretch his back. "Come on, mates." Fred motioned his brother to follow and Robyn, "Let's head back." 

* * * 

Ravenclaw's table, the house of blue and bronze, was fairly vacant by the time both twins made their approach towards the exit. A few students lingered, those seated beside a girl with rather brilliant blue and lavender toned hair. Cho, Luna and this apparent Metamorphmagus, lifted their eyes when the twins happened to walk by their table side. Cho smiled, waving kindly. As did Luna, a sweet smile at her lips. The third female, well, she merely rolled her eyes and playfully stuck out her tongue. 

The brightly colored female caught Fred's attention, she wasn't like the majority of other Ravenclaws. She actually carried a sense of humor, something he found endearing in anyone. Gently tugging on George's sleeve, Fred redirected them to the table. "Oi!" He called out loudly, startling Cho from her seat. "What's your name?"

Cho frowned, "It's Cho." 

Fred laughed, "Not you. [i]Her[/i]" He even pointed to the colorful girl for emphasis. "What's your name?"

Suddenly an airy laughter settled around the table, all eyes landed on Luna. "That's Hillary."

Fred smirked, crossing both arms. "What?" He leaned forward, placing himself dangerously close to the silent girl's face. "Can't you speak for yourself?"

Hillary, as she's been identified, smirked identical to Fred's own. "On the contrary, Gingersnap. I can articulate quite beautifully." 

"Gingersnap?" Fred deadpanned, expression going blank. Cho and Luna giggled beneath their breaths, amused to see the famous trickster so taken back.