The next day, I walked into Triple W and up the stairs. I knocked on the door to the twins' flat and George opened the door. He smiled at me and stepped aside so I could come in. "Happy birthday, Rosie!" The twins' called out in unison. I smiled as I looked around. Red and gold balloons were in every doorway, attached to the corners of every table, enchanted to stay in place. Purple streamers were hung on the wall, and breakfast feast was layed out on the counter. 

  "Thanks, guys," I said, pulling them both into a hug. When I pulled away, Fred grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the mini bar they had, sitting me down next to him on a bar stool. George went behind the bar and acted like a bartender. "What can I get you today, miss?" He asked and I laughed. "Umm.... How about one of your famous beerita's?" "Excellent choice." He got to work, putting on quite a show. 

  When he was done, he placed a margarita in front of me, but I knew it wasn't a regular one. He had put about half a bottle of beer in it. Fred looked at me as I took my first sip. "So, you wanna be extra drunk on your birthday this year?" "Well, I'm going to your mum's house so I probably do. Also, I found out something quite interesting yesterday." Now they both leaned on the bar, curious. "Go on..."

  I sighed and told them: "guess what? I'm a Veela!" They looked stunned. "What?!" "Well... Quarter Veela." George ogled at me. "Yeah, like that makes it any better." I looked down, thinking they were angry with me. Then, Fred said, "do you know how many pranks we can pull with you using your 'Veela charm' on guys? This is awesome!"

 I looked up at him, grinning. "Betcha we can make more money, too. C'mon, I see you guys fixed us some breakfast." We ate breakfast and talked and laughed about me being a Veela. Then, we went down and opened up the shop.