It had been an incredibly weird day, and I was extremely tired. Though, I must admit, I was quite scared that if I feel asleep, I would end up waking up and finding this to be a dream. But, one must take chances every now and then, ne?

"What time is it?" I yawned to Fred, who was wearing a watch.

"Time for you to go to bed," he observed.

Everyone laughed.

"Maybe you're right," I admitted.

"Come, dear lady, I will escort you!" Fred offered me his elbow exaggeratedly.

"How kind of you," I played along.

We proceeded towards the stairs. Then, from behind us, I heard Clara say, "Hmm, I should probably go, too."

"I will accompany you!" demanded George.

Fred and I turned our heads to see Clara attatched to George's arm. Our little group was laughing at us, and then turned back to whatever conversation they had been having before.

"Lauren!" Clara exclaimed in a whisper as her and George strided up to us, "We don't have toothbrushes!"

Typical Clara. I shrugged, not really caring at the moment. There were more important things to think about; like not knowing how to fly and Oliver Wood thinking I was really good at Quidditch, like not knowing any spells besides 'Alohomora,' 'lumos,' and 'expelliarmus'. Spells. Spells call for wands.

"WE DON'T HAVE WANDS!" I exclaimed, letting go of Fred and throwing my hands in the air.

We stopped walking.

"You don't?" George asked.

"No..." said Clara, "...or toothbrushes, either."

"Would you forget about the toothbrushes for just one friggin' second?!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Hmm, no things?" Fred inquired. "Nothing at all?"

"Not as far as we know," Clara answered.

"Probably in your dormitory," George said.

That sounded reasonable.

"Shit!" exclaimed Clara quietly.

We all looked at her questioningly.

"My mom! And, your mom! They were supposed to pick us up on the drag hours and hours ago... they've probably called the police or something by now!"

She was right.

"Dammit," I put in.

If Fred and George hadn't understood a word we had just said (and I'm pretty sure they didn't), they didn't act like it or pursue the matter any further.

"Why don't you go to Dumbledore and ask him what's going on?" Fred suggested.

"That's the most brilliant idea I've ever heard in my life," I said brightly. "Come on, Clara." I grabbed her arm and started to drag her away to the portrait hole.

"Wait! We'll come with you!" the twins hurried up to us and reattatched themselves to us.

"I think that's a bad idea," said Clara.

"And why is that?" George questioned defiantly.

"We'll be in a lot more trouble if we get caught wandering the halls at night with you two then if we're just by ourselves," she explained apologetically.

"Oh. That makes sense." George was defeated.

"See you guys in the morning," I told them.

I know I always used to say that Harry Potter was too perfect for me to like him. Well, he turned out to be a pretty nice guy.

"Hey, you guys, may I present to you Miss Clara McClenon and Miss Lauren Rosales," George introduced us to his youngest brother and company.

"Hello!" exclaimed Hermione exclaimed excitedly. I think the books forgot to mention just how much she likes to meet new people. "I'm Hermione Granger! And this is Ron Weasley! And this is Harry Potter!"

I grinned. "Hi."

"What year are you two in?" inquired Harry.

"Fifth year," Clara told him, "which is funny. We really know very little about magic."

Hermione's eye grew wide. "Oh, really? I could tutor you, you know."

"Actually, I think that our future little BigHead Boy has more or less been assigned to help them out," Fred cut in, casually pointing in the direction of Percy.

"My condolences," Ron said. He was serious, too, I could tell by the way he said it.

"Oh, I'm sure he's not too bad," Clara defended good naturedly.

"Uh-huh." Fred rolled his eyes doubtfully.