Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
A week had passed since the OWL results arrived at the Burrow, and Hermione was punched in the face by a telescope. She was hoping the hues of purple and yellow would start to fade within that time, but she had no luck. Though the swelling had decreased, her eye was now more purple and she was starting to get ticked off. Who wouldn't be?
"Mrs. W?" Hermione called out as she approached the older woman by the kitchen, doing the dishes.
"What's wrong, dear?" was her answer as she turned her face slightly to the curly-haired witch.
"I was just wondering if I could use your floo to go to the twins' flat," Hermione told the ginger woman, who now fully turned to her with a frown. "They must've something for my eye," Hermione elaborated and Mrs. Weasley clicked her tongue in understanding.
"Of course, Hermione," she nodded. "And bring them along with you when you return. Merlin knows they haven't been here for more than a week, and I reckon they're not feeding themselves properly."
Hermione had half a min to snort at that. The 'not feeding themselves properly' was surely an excuse for Mrs. Weasley to have her boys back home, so Hermione decided not to comment on it.
"Of course," Hermione said with a smile, and after telling Mrs. Weasley she'd be back she set off to the fireplace in the Weasley's home. She called out the destination, as she let the powder fall on the grates, and immediately she felt herself being whisked away by the green flames. Her body was being pulled in all directions, the warm feeling of the fire tickling her skin, and then her feet slammed to the ground.
Before anything, Hermione wandlessly cast a cleaning spell on herself to get rid of the soot and then looked around, nodding approval at the sight of the flat.
She smiled as it gave her the feeling of a loft. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were all one big room with minimalist furniture—though she snorted at the fact that the twins sure had house pride; the couches resembled the ones in the common room, along with the carpets on the floor. There was also a lot of red. She also immensely liked the posters hanging in the walls—of some Wizarding bands along with posters for their shop. She then saw there was an opening in the furthest wall from the fireplace, it was the size of double doors but with no door, just the threshold. It led to a corridor she imagined had the doors to their rooms. There was also a spiral staircase serving as a division between the living room and the dining area, which most likely led to their shop. But Hermione wasn't there to appreciate their flat, and in a matter of seconds, she cleared her throat and—
