"Okay," Fred breathed out, his brows drawing together in great concentration as George held two empty spray bottles steadily under the beaker that Fred was slowly tipping, "Only half full each, yeah?"

"That's right... It'll be easier to dispense then.."

The liquid streamed steadily into the narrow opening of the spray bottle, careful not to waste even a single drop. They had filled up half of the first bottle and was proceeding to do the same with the second when the door had violently swung open, making Fred flinch, a few droplets spilling onto the hardwood floor. "Ron, you douchhead!" Fred yelped in frustration, making the younger Weasley frown, "What's your problem?"

"Are you forgetting how to knock?" George scowled, moving to wipe the spilled potion on the floor, "You don't just barge in whenever you please."

"Bloody hypocrites," Ron murmured, "It's not like you two don't just barge in to my room at home."

"Whatever," Fred dismissed, "What do you want?"

"Mum and Bill are downstairs at the champions' chambers. Bill told me to tell you that mum wants to see all of us after we have our breakfast."

"That's it?" Fred asked impatiently, Ron scowling at his rudeness before replying, "Yeah that's about it... What are those for?" he asked, his eyes trailing to the suspicious looking concoction.

"None of your bisuness! Now out!"

"Geez," he murmured, moving to shut the door, only to pop back into the room again, "Are you bringing your girlfriend to meet Mum, Freddie?"

"Out!"

The two had wrapped up their preparations within ten minutes, throwing on casual clothes hurriedly as they wanted to make it in time for breakfast after heading down to the kitchens to distribute their potions. The elves weren't particularly fond of their tricks, and rarely did them prank-related favors, which was why they had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak for the meantime, George getting under it himself since the two of them did not fit. After securing that each and every pastry was sprayed with their potion, they snuck off, disposing of evidence by transfiguring the spray bottles into apples and throwing them into the food bin.

"Next stop, Ravenclaw commons."

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"Nic, are you sure your shoes are in our room?" huffed Florence, getting down to her knees as she checked under her four poster bed as Nicolai practically dug out everything in her trunk in search of her white sneakers.

"I don't know... the last time I wore them around the castle was Hogsmeade weekend. I've been pacing about in my flipflops for the past few afternoons..." she informed her friend, just as soon as she reached the bottom of her now empty chest, "Dammit, it's not here...where did I put it?"

"Why do you even need those shoes anyways?" Florence pulled Nicolai's gray pair from the doormat, "Wear these... We can't stay here any longer or we won't be able to eat breakfast."

"I need to wear them, though." Nicolai insisted, "It's my good luck shoes. Given what today is, Hogwarts needs all the luck it can get to win." she yanked open one of Gabriella's drawers, hearing a faint leave my stuff alone from the bathroom. Nicolai glared at her direction, before searching the bottom of the other girls' beds. "Not here either..."

"Maybe it's in the common room..?" Florence suggested, Nicolai's eyes lighting up at this, "Right! It's probably by the potted plant near the couch. I usually take my shoes off when I lay down on the cushions."

"Nicolai you forgetful twit, you could have thought of that earlier... I'm starving, you know."

"Well, you should have suggested to look for it in the commons earlier..."

Florence rolled her eyes, advancing towards the door, "Sometime I wonder how I've managed to deal with you for years."

"Magic," Nicolai joked, before the two of them headed downstairs.

Sure enough, Nicolai's lucky white shoes were by the potted plant, rushing down the stairs with nothing but socks on to hurriedly put her shoes on. A jittery figure caught Florence's attention from her spot at the bottom of the stairs, specifically Cho, who was uncharacteristically pacing back and forth infront of the fireplace, with Jeremy and Roger repeatedly telling her to sit down.

"Hey, Cho, is there something wrong?" Florence asked, concern kicking in as she saw the anxiety laced in her facial expression. Her hands were clamped together, an unsure smile on her face, "Oh, hello Florence... it's nothing. I'm just...nervous..? I think? It's Cedric's last task but here I am scared for his life just like I was during the last two..."

"She's been pacing for about twenty minutes now.." said Jeremy, giving Roger a stink eye, "He's very adamant on staying...but my stomach sounds violently mad right now..."

"Then go without me, mate." Roger said, annoyed, "You have fully functioning limbs last time I checked."

"You're actually suggesting that I eat alone? All by myself? Davies, you're a terrible friend role model." Jeremy scoffed.

Florence raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two, "I dunno, mate, but I'm still pretty convinced that there's something between the two of you..."

"We're straight, Price." They said in unison, a deadpan look on their faces.

"Ha!" cackled Nicolai, "That's what I thought for fifteen years. But my straightness has now slightly curved..."

"Give it time, boys."

Even Cho had laughed a little at this, making both Jeremy and Roger frown at her, "We were here for you at your hardest, Chang! You traitor!"

"Okay, why don't you walk Princess Jeremy over to the Great Hall for breakfast and Nicolai and I can take care of Cho for a bit, yeah?"

"Aww Pricey..." Jeremy cooed, "Are you sure?"

"I know you're hungry, Stretton. So don't wait until I change my mind."

"Going now." He said hurriedly, dragging Roger along with him, "See you guys at the Tournament grounds!" The sound of descending footsteps on the spiral staircases filled the commons as Florence plopped down across the couch that Cho had settled on to. She definitely looked troubled, and she completely understood why. Cedric had been injured rather heavily during the last task.

"Cedric will be fine," she reassured her, "Let's just cross our fingers that the biggest injury he'd get is a papercut."

"I hope so too.." she murmured, "I dunno, maybe I'm just overthinking the whole situation. Mrs. Diggory told me not to think about it too much... But I can't help it..."

"Cedric's parents? When did you get to talk to them?"

"Oh..." she said, a faint blush on her cheeks, "They arrived early morning yesterday along with the other Champions' families for the final Task... I went down to see them. Mrs. Weasley and one of her sons were down at the Champions chambers as well...I think they're there for Harry..."

Florence's eyes widened in realization, "I completely forgot about that...Fred and George told me about it, asked if I wanted to meet their family."

"Hang on," Nicolai butted in, "Meeting them as Fred's girlfriend or just casually?"

"The former..."

"Then what are you wearing?!" Nicolai demanded, "You have to do better than a shirt if you're meeting your prospect in-laws."

"I'll change after breakfast. We'll have time then, I think—"

The sound of a  group of footsteps interrupted Florence, looking to see Roger Davies, behind him the Weasley twins tagged along sheepishly, "Look who I found attempting to get the riddle right."

"I was trying to get the riddle right," said George, turning to look at Fred displeasingly, "He was trying to make a bargain with the brass door knob."

"I just needed to get in."

Florence folded her arms over her chest, "And what did I say about barging into the commons unannounced?"

"Not to do it?" Fred replied meekly.

"Well technically we didn't really get to barge in. Davies here got us in." George thumped the Ravenclaw on his shoulder.

"Anyways, George and I thought that we could pick you up on our way to breakfast. We passed Alexander in the hall and thought maybe you were still here."

"You two go ahead, I still have to stay with Cho for a bit..." Florence explained.

"No," Cho interjected, shaking her head, "You don't have to. Just go. I'll wait for my friend Marietta."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded her head once more, "I'm sure I'll be fine. Go on."

"Well if you say so..." Florence rubbed her shoulder affectionately, "I'll see you later yeah? Just find us in the crowd."

Florence, Nicolai and the twins had went down to the Great Hall as they chatted animatedly about the growing excitement for the Third Task later in the afternoon. There were rumors circulating about the Third Task was supposed to be, however there were a bunch of different versions being passed around that no one was really sure as to which one was true.

The four of them parted, Florence and Nicolai finding Alexander in the Ravenclaw table while Fred and George sat with the Gryffindors. There was a wide variety of pastries on the breakfast table, but Florence had warned Alexander and Nicolai off. As much as she loved the smell of the plate of lemon strudels sitting directly in front of her, it probably wasn't spared by Fred and George's prank. She watched pitifully as Terry Boot bit into a sugar glazed doughnut.

"What do you think the last task would be?" asked a rather deep and Dumbledore-like voice that made Florence jump in her seat. She turned to look at the person beside her, who was not the headmaster but rather Alexander, who looked normal as ever.

"Was that you, Xan?" Frowned Nicolai, who had heard the voice too, "I swear I heard Dumbledore."

"What?" he replied, in the same deep set voice, his eyes widening. "What the hell?"

Nicolai burst out into fits of laughter, whereas Florence looked at him unbelievably, "I told you not to touch the pastries!"

"I can't help but eat a muffin. They're blue berry."

Soon the rest of the people who's had atleast a bite of the pastries—and there were quite a lot—were now talking in a Dumbledore voice, overlapping each other in fascination and some in panic. Even the staff had been victimized, including Ludo Bagman and Igor Karkaroff who looked rather entertained with their voice change, whereas Dumbledore showed indifference, and continued to munch at his breakfast bagel.

"Smart..." Florence chuckled to herself, wondering why all of the twins' end of school pranks for the past few years were Dumbledore-centric. But then again, he was probably the only professor who wouldn't mind.

Speaking of, Fred and George had tapped her on the shoulder, asking her to come with them as the chaos grew louder and louder. Florence excused herself from her friends, before exiting the Great Hall with them.

"Where are we going?" she asked the two, who also looked as if they were trying to flee the crime scene as soon as possible.

"To the visitors' lounge..." Fred said nonchalantly, making Florence halt without the two noticing, as they had continued walking in their pace. "My mum and brother are there..I want you to meet them—Florence?" Fred frowned, seeing that she was way behind, "What are you doing all the way over there? Come on."

She started walking to the opposite direction, declaring that she was unprepared and underdressed, asking that they gave her time to change.

"Hey, no, no, no,no," said Fred, who had caught up to her, grabbing her hand, "It's okay. You look fine."

"Fred," huffed Florence, "I'm literally just in a shirt. And jeans."

"So? I am too."

"Mum won't mind what you're wearing." George half yelled from a distance, "Just smile, nod and talk about baking, you'll be fine."

Florence looked over to Fred, who gave her a reassuring look, "You're good. I promise. Don't need to stress too much about it. It's just my mum."

She let out a breathe of hesitation, "Okay."

The walk to the Champions' chambers was uncharacteristically silent, Florence fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as they neared their destination. There was a tall man in a blue dress shirt, ginger hair kept into a slick ponytail, his ears pierced with earrings that looked like fangs. He was surprisingly good looking, his light hazel eyes shifting towards them, Florence realizing that he must be one of Fred and George's brothers.

He smiled at their direction, and Florence couldn't help but blush.

"Fred! George!" he chuckled, flinging his long arms around both his brothers, the two rather happy to see him, "It's about time you two showed up. Ron delivered then, I assume?"

"Yeah," replied George, "He told us before breakfast."

"That's great. Mum's inside, if you're wondering. I just had to step out a bit 'cause she's been fussing about Harry since she woke up early morning. She could use some company—" his eyes landed on Florence, who was standing awkwardly a few feet away from the family reunion, "And who is this beautiful young lady?"

Florence felt Fred beside her within a split second, his hand finding hers, immediately calming down her thumping heart, "Bill, this is Florence, my...girlfriend. Florence, this is Bill, my brother."

Bill's eyes widened in realization, "Is this Protean girl?" he said, a slight look of confusion on his face, "She's your girlfriend now? Since when?"

"Beginning of the year," George chimed in rather smugly, "Fred's all smooth like that you know?"

Bill laughed, sticking out his hand for Florence to shake, "Nice to meet you, Florence...What house are you in?"

"Nice to meet you too..." she said meekly, "I'm a Ravenclaw."

"Well would you look at that," said Bill, genuinely impressed with Florence even with very little information about her, "I hope you stick around my brother. It'd be a shame if he lost you. Mum will be glad to meet you, and your timing is just right. Maybe you could distract her from worrying for a bit."

"Yeah, we'll head inside for a bit..." said Fred, lightly tugging Florence to the direction of the door, as she was slightly frozen under Bill's stare.

"Attractive, isn't he?" George whispered, as soon as they were out of earshot, "Maybe you've chosen the wrong Weasley after all—"

"Oh shut your mouth, Georgie," scoffed Fred, who pushed the door open for Florence, leaving it to close on George.

Mrs. Weasley was sitting on one of the couches, her hands a flurry of movements, the sound of her knitting rods clicking together was the only sound in the room. She looked up as soon as the door shut close, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the twins, as Florence was quick to hide behind Fred.

"Ah, I thought you two would never show up," she said, the two boys giving their mother an affectionate hug, "I bet you two wouldn't have shown up if I hadn't sent Ron to tell you."

"Ofcourse we would have still gone down to meet you without Ron," said George, "You're our favorite mother." Fred finished, making the middle aged woman frown, "I am your only mother."

"Oh," said Fred, looking over to Florence as he beckoned her to come closer, "Mum, I brought my girlfriend along, said you wanted to meet her."

It had seemed as if Mrs. Weasley sat rather straighter at the mention of Fred's girlfriend, looking at Florence with a warm smile, "Hello, dear. It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard quite alot about you from Fred and George...and Ginny."

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," Florence started off, unsure of what to say, "I'm Florence, Florence Price...."

"Price..." Mrs. Weasley repeated, then looking at Florence in familiarity, "Oh I can't believe it. You're Gabriel and Jane's little girl, aren't you?"

She nodded her head, unsure as to how she knew about it.

"Yes, you look a lot like your mother. Jane and I go way back. Infact, I used to watch you at the burrow with Fred and George during Wednesday afternoons..."

"What?" Fred asked, practically choking on his surprise, "We used to be playmates?"

"You three were too young to remember anyways, dear. Who would have thought you two would end up dating, yeah?"

"Okay this is weird..." George said. "Why didn't you tell us before?"

"You two never told me she was a Price. Or it would have clicked earlier..." Mrs. Weasley chuckled, turning to Florence as she cupped her hands in hers, "Please do send your mum my regards when you see her. Tell her Molly is hoping she is well. Is she?"

"Very much so," Florence replied, as she now had felt a little less jittery with the knowledge that this was technically not their first meeting, and it was as if she was only seeing an old friend again.

"Well now atleast it wouldn't be that hard for you to introduce me to your mum, yeah?" Fred told Florence, who gave him a small smile.

"Yeah...I suppose so..."

"It's still weird, though..." mumbled George.

"You'll get over it, dear," said Molly, patting her son on the back. "Just take your time in processing it..."