"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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"Have we been investigating the Malfoys?"
"Not fully, we're still on the Nott family."
Victoria Silvers sighed, crossing her arms as she stared upon one of the many boards on the wall. Lines and pictures filled the board, messy notes, and last-minute ideas written on it as well. Tori was now eighteen years old and officially, working as an Auror for the Ministry. She was standing next to Nymphadora Tonks, who sported a spiky pink hairdo. Unfortunately, it was the only hairdo she could do.
After the tragic death of Tonks's cousin, Sirius Black, Tonks's Metamorphmagus powers had stopped working as a result of her grieving.
Tori had been partnered up with Tonks, who said it was probably because they were the newest. Tori didn't mind, she liked Tonks, they got along just fine and worked well together.
"Shouldn't Bellatrix be a top priority? I reckon she'd have the most idea of where You-Know-Who is." Tori frowned. Tonks was mumbling to herself, taking out her wand and moving the picture of Bellatrix Lestrange towards the top of the board.
The large clock in the center of the Ministry began to chime, meaning Tonks and Tori were off for lunch. "Brilliant. Hey, Kingsley and I are meeting Remus downstairs, you want to come?"
"No thanks. I'm heading down to Diagon Alley, Fred's taking me out for Lunch in the Leaky Cauldron." Tori smiled, putting on her jacket. Tonks grinned, "That sounds fun, tell those two I said hi."
"Will do."
And with that Tori went on her own, waving hello to a few of those who greeted her until she came towards a Ministry Fireplace. She stepped in, imagining Diagon Alley, and within seconds she stepped out once again and was in the the Alley.
Tori walked on the pavement, passing serval stores and overhearing mothers and fathers ushering their children to buy their school supplies quickly. Not many people liked to stay on the streets for too long after You-Know-Who returned.
The streets seemed darker and more quiet, that was until you would step in front of the Twins' shop.
Set against the dull, poster-muffled shop Fronts around them, Fred and George's windows hit the eye like a firework display. Casual passersby were looking back over their shoulders at the windows, and a few rather stunned-looking people had actually come to a halt, transfixed. The left-hand window was dazzlingly full of an assortment of goods that revolved, popped, flashed, bounced, and shrieked. The right-hand window was covered with a gigantic poster, purple like those of the Ministry, but emblazoned with flashing yellow letters:
