"There's nothing like biting off more than you can chew, and then chewing anyway." -Mark Burnett
Sara Sheridan fought the urge to roll her eyes as she walked into her first class of her fifth year at Hogwarts. The cause, or causes rather, for the almost eye roll were the two red headed boys sitting in the very back of the room. They were Fred and George Weasley and they had been pulling pranks and goofing off ever since their first year. It was just who they were.
Unfortunately for Sara, she was in their year and had been in almost all of their classes since their first year. She figured that they must have some good qualities. They were in Gryffindor after all, same as her, but it seemed as if they couldn't go a day without pulling a prank.
Sara chose a seat in the front left corner of the room; as far away from the twins as possible. She couldn't afford to be distracted by their enchanted crumpled up pieces of paper. She had already had a bad experience with those in third year when she had ended up sitting in front of one of the twins, Fred maybe. He had bombarded the back of her head with pieces of paper all class no matter how much she protested.
She took out her textbook and placed it on her desk. She had always been a good student and this year especially was going to be no different. It was OWL year and she had every intention of getting as many OWLS as possible.
She then had to wonder why the Weasley twins were in this class at all. It was a Muggle Studies class and it didn't really seem like their thing. Maybe it was because of their father. Sara knew that he was fascinated with Muggles.
"Good morning class," the Professor said cheerily as she entered the room.
As the Professor began organizing her things at her desk, Sara felt something hit the back of her head. She turned to see the twins smirking at her, pieces of crumpled paper in their hands. Sara glared at them and turned around. How did the twins have such amazing aim? Probably from playing as Beaters on the Quidditch team.
Quidditch was so not Sara's thing. She had used to like flying. She was actually even pretty good at it. Until her very first flying lesson at school when she hadn't been paying attention and she leaned too far forward on the broom, which caused her to fall right off. She hadn't been far off the ground, but she still had lost all desire to fly again.
"Alright class," the Professor said, clapping her hands together. "I'm very excited for this class because I've just gotten approval for a project we're going to be doing."
The class groaned, even Sara. There was nothing like a project on the first day of school. It didn't matter, though. She would be aiming for an 'A' as usual.
"It'll be fun," the professor continued. "Since this is a Muggle Studies class, I've decided it will be beneficial for you all to spend some time in the Muggle world." She looked around, obviously ecstatic.
The class was silent in response.
"We get to take our wands, right?" Fred asked after a moment.
"You'll be allowed to take your wands, but you won't be able to use any magic."
"No magic?" Fred gasped. The class began to talk amongst themselves.
"That is correct, Mr. Weasley. No magic. That's the point. You will have to travel in a Muggle way of transportation to a Muggle city and you will live there for a little over a month without magic."
"What if we need to contact you in an emergency?" a girl next to Sara asked.
"I'll come to check on you once in a while to make sure you're all still alive and haven't killed each other, but this project should be perfectly safe or else it wouldn't have been approved. However, if there is a serious emergency, you may use magic to contact me, but when I reach you, it better be something serious or I'll be deducting points. I've been in contact with the Ministry and they have agreed to have the Trace removed for the amount of time you will be gone, and that time only. However, if you do perform magic, I will be alerted, and I will deduct points from your grade."
"When is this going to happen?" asked a Hufflepuff boy.
"September 20th through November 5th. That way it won't interfere with your OWL exams. You'll be back in plenty of time."
"Darn," Fred and George grumbled.
"What about our other classes?" Sara asked.
"I've arranged for your teachers to give you the work you will be missing ahead of time. You can do it on the airplane and on the trip."
"What's an airplane?" Katie Bell asked.
"A method of Muggle transportation that flies," the professor answered.
"Like a broom?" George asked.
"Not quite. It's like a big metal flying container with seats."
"Hey, what about Quidditch?" Fred asked.
Sara rolled her eyes. Of course, Quidditch. It was so important to people. Guys, mostly. At least they were the ones to obsess about it. Katie was on the team, but she didn't chew people's ears off about it.
"Your captains have agreed to find temporary replacements. You can rejoin the team when you return."
"I bet Wood wasn't too happy," Sara heard George whisper.
"Anyway, you'll be divided into groups of four and each group will go to a different city or town. I have actually already chosen your groups."
The class groaned again. Teachers picking groups was like a death sentence.
The professor began reading groups off a sheet of paper. Sara listened patiently for her name to be called.
"Sara Sheridan," the professor said. Sara glanced up. "You will be with Katie Bell," Sara felt herself relax. Katie was her friend, although why she was dating George Weasley was a mystery to her. "The other two group members will be Fred and George Weasley."
Sara groaned to herself. There went her perfect grade, down the toilet.
"Alright, now one by one, come up with your group and pick one of these pieces of paper. Who wants to go first?"
"We will," Fred said at once as he and George stood up. Sara and Katie followed them to the teacher's desk, where the professor held out a small bowl of papers. "George, would you like to do the honors?"
"Oh, no, you should do it, Fred. I insist," answered George.
"What about you, Katie?" asked Fred.
"Oh, I'll do it," Sara huffed.
"Are you sure?" Fred asked. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." He raised an eyebrow.
"It's no trouble," she answered, rolling her hazel eyes. She stuck her hand into the bowl and pulled out a paper.
"What's it say?" Fred and George asked together, trying to glimpse the paper over Sara's shoulder. Sara tilted it away.
"Salem," she read. "Where's that?"
"In the United States. Massachusetts to be exact. Should be fun," the Professor told her, raising her eyebrow and smirking. She definitely knew something Sara didn't know.
"Never heard of it," Fred shrugged.
After everyone had chosen a city or town, the professor explained that they would all be going to a place called high school for the time they were there. They would be in what Muggle Americans called "10th grade"' and they would be "exchange students."
"We'll talk more about it next class," the professor said as the bell rang
Sara packed up her things and left the room.
"Hey, Sara, wait," yelled someone behind her. Recognizing Fred's voice, Sara kept walking, but he was persistent. "You walk fast," he commented as he and George caught up to her.
"Sorry," Sara answered, shrugging, not really feeling sorry at all.
"Anyway, we wanted to talk to you," George said.
"About what?" she asked.
"About our project," Fred answered.
"Okay, I'm listening," Sara sighed.
"Well," Fred began, "since George and Katie are dating and George is my twin we all know each other very well."
"Your point?" Sara asked, glancing at them.
"I think we," Fred gestured to himself, George and Sara, "should get to know each other."
"We do know each other," Sara said, as they reached the common room. "I know who you are and you know who I am."
"That's not what I meant," Fred said.
"Well what did you mean?" Sara asked. She knew what he wanted but she felt like playing dumb.
"I meant that I know we aren't exactly friends but we should at least make an attempt."
Sara turned at the foot of the dormitory stairs. "Maybe," she answered with a smirk.
"Maybe?" asked George. "After we asked so nicely?"
"All I know," Sara took a step towards them and squinted, "is that I'm not going to let the two of you put my grade in jeopardy, so you better behave." With that, she turned and walked up the stairs.
"Well," Fred shrugged. "At least we tried."
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related, I only own Sara and a few other events and things.