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Prologue

The first snow after the war fell in the afternoon of December 8. It was a cloudy day, with the cold wind rustling the trees, whispering sweet nothings and brushing the hair of witches and wizards as they all wander around Diagon Alley, admiring the warm and familiar chatter coming the different shops lining the street.

The soft padding of winter boots against the cold, and shiny cobblestones blended perfectly with the happy murmurs spilling through the windows. Amongst the crowd, a group girls bunched up in various state of sweaters and scarfs were laughing and talking excitedly as they went out to the cold afternoon from Flourish and Blotts. The twinkle in their eyes and the tinkling sounds of their laughter, added warmth to the atmosphere.

"It's so nice to be back," one said as the others agreed in a chorus of 'yep'.

"After everything that's happened, we all deserve to celebrate," another said, smiling weakly.

After another chorus of 'yep', they happily made their way to one of the newly established cafés to get a cup of steaming hot chocolate overflowing with swimming marshmallows. And some mouthwatering cupcakes to satisfy their sweet tooth.

All the while, getting closer and closer to the big, orange shop looming in the distance, bursting with life and mischief.

The Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

The said shop, with its brightly colored walls and products seen through the windows, appeared like a speck of rainbow against a a sea of browns and grays. Every second, the door opens as wizards of all ages come and go, a face-splitting grins on their faces. Ever since the chaos a few months back, witches and wizards have been looking for ways to move on from the grieve that clogged the atmosphere. And what better place to start than the famous joke shop owned by the well-known twins and pranksters the wizarding world has ever known.

Amongst the crowd inside the shop, not only two identical redheads could be found. In fact, the whole redhead bunch was there helping out with the business, together with a bushy haired witch and a jet black haired wizard, who most of the customers seemed to have a liking to.

"Busy afternoon, isn't it Gred?" One of the twins shouted from the counter.

"It is indeed, Forge," the other replied from the WonderWitch section.

They were interrupted by the chiming of the bell at the door, signaling the entry of a new customer. Both redheads whipped their heads in the direction of the door as wide grins appeared on their freckled faces.

"Welcome to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!"

They eyed the customers curiously for a few more seconds as they look around, before going back to their tasks. Neither noticed the group of girls who rushed over just as the door was about to close, white puffs coming out of their lips as they panted.

"Let's go check out some of their new products," one of girls said, happily. She was probably the tallest among them, with long ebony hair and pale skin.

Three of the others went with her while the rest decided to go buy some skiving snacks.

"I'd send some of these to Jake. He's a big fan of these puking pastilles and nosebleed nougats," Said one of them, with shiny black hair pulled up in a ponytail and tanned skin.

The others laughed a little with disgusted faces.

"He's probably ditched some classes back then," another one commented, earning a few laughs.

"My brother's nagging me to buy him some of those. The last time I did though, my parents had a fit, driving to the hospital immediately only to have the effects gone by the time we're almost there. Crazy brat, he is," a girl with a black shoulder length bob said, shaking her head.

The others laugh and told her, "He's not the only one though. Admit it, you are quite fond of the fainting fancies."

She glared at them, but after a while said, "Okay, maybe a little." And she shrugged her shoulders, grabbing a pack each of the pastilles, fancies and nougats. She then turned and caught a glimpse of rolling fluff balls across the shop. She smiled a little before heading off toward it.

George Weasley, dressed in a bright orange knitted sweater with a big and black letter G sewn at the center, with a purple beanie as outrageous as his sweater plopped on his head. The sweater was of course knitted by none other than Mrs. Weasley, only the color was requested by the twins. He was busy rearranging and adding stocks to the love potions, his back turned from the customers. He was so busy that he jumped a little from the sudden squeal of delight of one of the pygmy puffs, which was quite the reaction seeing as the shop was filled with laughter and chatter. As he turned to see what the puff ball was up to, he was suddenly surprised to see one giant puff ball as well.

That is to say, figuratively, as the giant puff ball he was referring to with a raised eyebrow and amused smile was a girl with a thick cream colored beanie, pom pom at the tip, plopped onto her black bob that was a bit bushy due to the wind outside. Not only that, she was also wearing a dark gray sweater with the neckline swooping in layers. Cowl neck, he recalled what Ginny calls them. It was loose and perhaps a bit too large for her, that was until he noticed how it was quiet fitted at the hips, making her look very fluffy.

He eyed her curiously as he approached her. She was giggling softly and cooing at the pygmy puff in her hands. Once he got a look at the small thing, the word drifted out of his mind.

"I see you've met Mr. Fluffy."

The girl jumped a bit, making him smirk. "Fluffy? Kind of an unusual name to give him seeing as all of them are fluffy." She said, eyeing the litter of pink and lavender puff balls.

George chuckled and poked the pygmy puff in her hand playfully, earning a squeal from it.

"Well, this little fella over here exceeds the level of fluffiness a pygmy puff can have."

The girl laughed. "Yeah, he is a bit chubby. And his color is quite different from the others as well."

George hummed his agreement as glanced at the girl. Her eyes were so dark they're almost black, but instead of the cold he though he might find in them, he found warmth. Their hue added charm to her caramel brown skin.

"I think Munchkin suits him better," she said, smiling up at him. It was then that he noticed how she only came up to

his shoulders. His eyes widened as the Mr. Fluffy bounded or rolled to her shoulders, squealing happily.

The girl laughed again and scratched him. "You like that name? Huh, Munchkin?" As if to answer her question, Munchkin nuzzled her neck.

George's mouth opened in a O shape before chuckling. "He really likes you. I don't think you'll be able to leave the shop without getting him."

The girl looked him, smiling widely. "That's alright. I'll take him anyway."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Okay then. Here let me get him in his cage-" he held out his palms to Munchkin, but it simply nuzzled the girl's neck before jumping into the drooping neck line of her sweater, hiding under the layers.

George blushed a bit, looking down at the clothing before clearing his throat, gesturing to the packs in the girl's arm. "Right, well. How about I just take those over to the counter where my twin brother would be honored to put them in our newest packing boxes."

The girl thanked him and laughed as Munchkin squealed again, popping up jut enough so that some light red fur and his small eyes were the only only poking out from under her neckline.

As they came over to the counter, Fred, who was bunched in the same color of sweater and beanie, with a big F instead of a G was sewn on his sweater, eyed his blushing twin curiously, before seeing the girl who was walking right behind him.

"Why good afternoon, young lady!" He greeted the girl, who smiled at him and greeted him as well.

George, now back to his normal color, placed the packs on the counter before heading off to the backroom. "I'll just go get him a cage and pack of pygmy puff food and treats."

The girl nodded and watched as Fred placed the packs in a black and orange striped box with the shop's logo printed black at the center inside an orange circle. Eyeing the clothes of the twins, their packaging and the shop in general, she suddenly had a warm feeling as if she was inside a big and wide furnace. George came back with a small cage and some packs of food, all of which Fred placed in the striped box. The cage had to be shrunk first in order to fit it inside. Munchkin was still moving about in her neckline. She doesn't really need to ask the owners' names since the twins were already famous even in Hogwarts. Though she was quiet certain neither of them knows who she is. In fact the only Weasley who knows her was-

"Philbert?"

The three turned to see Ginny Weasley pushing her way through the customers and almost tackling the fluffy girl. George watched, surprised, as the girl-Philbert, laughed and greeted rather belatedly, from under Ginny's hug, "Ginny! How have you been?"

Ginny squeezed her hard one last time before releasing the now ruffled girl. "I've been good. We've all been good. I haven't heard from you for months. How are you? How is your family?"

Both girls chatted, paying no attention to the surprised twins watching them.

"I've contacted them. They were staying at the Philippines while everything was going crazy. But they're back now. We just got back a month ago," Philbert said, playing with the strap of her bag.

Ginny hugged her again. "I'm so happy to hear that! I see you've met my brothers. By the way, just a heads up. You know, to easily know who's who. George is the one missing an ear. The holey one, he'd said." George sent her a glare which Philbert saw and laughed a little.

"Philbert and I are in the same year. She's muggle-born, you know." Ginny continued.

"It was a pleasure meeting a lovely friend of our ickle Ginny, Philbert. Here you go," Fred grinned at her, handing her the box.

"Thank you. It was a pleasure as well, meeting yo-" she said while placing the box inside her bag.

"Philly! There you are! We thought you left us or something."

Six girls came toward the four, all with products in their arms. Ginny smiled at all of them. George concluded that all girls were in the same year as Ginny. He watched as they paid for the products, but while his twin was happily placing them in boxes, his eyes strayed to Philbert, who was standing next to Ginny, laughing with her friends.

He was pretty sure she wasn't in Gryffindor. But where would she be from? His eyes glanced toward her neckline where a pair of small eyes were looking right back at him. The pygmy puff nothing but a lump in her sweater.

"Keep staring and she just might slap the daylights out of you for staring at her chest."

George jumped as Ginny smirked at him, arms crossed in her chest. He could feel his face getting hotter.

"I wasn't staring at her-"

Ginny laughed evilly. "Right. If you are wondering, she's single. Oh and very much girlfriend material, if you ask me. Even Zabini thought so too."

The siblings were interrupted from their talk by the very object of their conversation smiling at them.

"Hey Ginny. George. We're gonna go now. It was really nice to see you again. Guess I'll see you in Hogwarts?" She was looking questioningly at Ginny, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course! But I think I'll see you sooner than that."

"What do you mean?" Philbert frowned in confusion and George had to stop himself from smiling at her cute scrunched up face.

"Nothing, Philly. I'll see you soon!"

After another bone-crushing hug from Ginny, George watched, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach, as Philbert and her friends went back out to the cold, the wind brushing her hair away from her face. He saw her squinting a bit down the street as one of her friends leaned in to say something to her. He smiled a bit as she laughed push her friend away playfully. And then suddenly, she looked back over her shoulder and for a moment, caramel pools met dark chocolate ones. Blushing furiously, he looked quickly away and resumed arranging the love potions.

"Tut tut. We are in trouble..."

He looked up to find his twin and little sister, smirking at him. He shot them a glare, which was a pretty weak one, given that his face was too hot to arrange his features into a frown. Looking down at the pink vial in his hand, he shook his head and thought he's probably spent too much time with the love potions, since he was starting to feel tingling sensations in the pit of his stomach.

And trying to convince himself that he just find Philbert very fluffy, just like the pygmy puffs.

Yes. Yes. She was dressed so fluffy that to George she was just the epitome of cuteness.

'Yeah, that's it, cute and beautiful.' he thought.

Wait what?

AN: This is my first ever fanfiction with my very own original character. And I hope you guys liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would probably be updating soon since I'm in a writer's high right now and don't worry guys. You'll learn more about Philbert as we go along the story. :)

Twix for everyone!

Mahalo for reading! :)

-Ange :D