The morning after the Yule Ball, Eleanor found herself waking up early, whether it was due to Marnie's snoring since the two had shared her bed for the evening, or because she had anticipated opening Fred's gift. Leaving a snoring Marnie in bed, Eleanor pushed herself up and made her way to shower. The dorms were relatively quiet as many students chose to sleep in on Boxing Day after a rather eventful evening. All the while, Eleanor couldn't wipe the permanent grin that seemed etched on her face, remembering that she and Fred had shared their first official kiss the night before.

However, while she was shampooing her hair, Eleanor's thoughts wandered and she thought about Artemis, wondering how the girl was doing. She had never witnessed such a thing in all her life, but every time she thought about it, her stomach turned. It was obvious from the way Artemis had fallen over so quickly and the way the professors reacted, that Artemis' drink had been laced with something. The boy that had supposedly asked her to "go on a walk" with him, more than likely had different intentions.

Assuming that Fred and George were not going to be among the early risers in the school, Eleanor decided she was going to make a detour to the Hospital Wing before making her way to the Great Hall.

After getting dressed, she collected Fred's wrapped gift and the gifts that she was going to present to the twins. She had specially planned their Christmas gifts, although she hadn't anticipated the fact that she would be dating Fred at the time. Was she obligated to get him another gift as his girlfriend? Shaking her head, she stopped herself from overthinking and made her way quietly out of the dorms.

But as she reached the Common Room, Eleanor stopped in front of the fireplace that continued to hold a steady fire to keep the area warm. She had been thinking about her last theory about her garments not being effective against fire, but the more she thought about it, she realised it had been an incomplete garment. All of her other garments that seemed to reverse or avoid Fred and George's pranks had all been completed, as well as the ones that contained memories.

She still didn't understand the science behind it if there was any. When trying on several garments, she didn't get a flashback of memories as she did with certain pieces. All of them had been knitted with the use of her wand, so Eleanor didn't know what she did differently between garments that caused different outcomes, but she knew she was onto something.

Looking at one of her mittens that had been tucked away in the pockets of her heavier robes, Eleanor stared at the flames before tossing the mitten in.

Immediately, it was almost as if she had thrown petrol into the flames as the fire roared and there were sparks that jumped out of the fireplace onto the carpet, burning several little holes into it. She jumped back to avoid being burned, only to witness the entire fire go out and left in the centre was the mitten, still intact.

For a few minutes, Eleanor didn't move from her spot, only taking a quick glance around the Common Room to make sure no one had witnessed the scene. And finally, she walked over and grabbed the mitten, lifting it up to look it over. The yarn itself was slightly charred, it smelt of smoke, but it didn't look as bad as one would have thought.

"Alright, so maybe you are effective against fire," she whispered. "What else?"

With a million thoughts racing in her head, Eleanor made her way through the corridors of the castle until she reached the stairs of the Hospital Wing. There was a possible chance that Artemis hadn't stayed the night, or she had left earlier that morning, but Eleanor was hoping to see her. While Artemis had said some nasty things to her in the past, there was a sense of vulnerability that Eleanor had witnessed that made her feel uncomfortable about leaving the situation unresolved in some ways.

Upon entering, the Hospital Wing was quiet, and Eleanor was fairly certain that it was empty until she spotted Artemis in a bed in the far back corner. She was sitting upright, holding her head in her hands, with no sign of Madam Pomfrey around. Making her way over, Eleanor pulled a chair over to the bedside, bringing Artemis to immediately look up.

She could see the wave of regret cross over Artemis' face from moving too fast, listening to her let out a groan before she touched her hand to her forehead.

"This is probably a really stupid question," Eleanor began, "but are you alright?"

Artemis glanced over at her, the expression on her face said it all, but if Eleanor needed further clarification, she was, at least, willing to provide that.

"Do I look alright to you?" Artemis huffed. "I feel like I'm dying right now. My head feels like it's going to explode at any given second. And...why are you here? To make fun of me?"

"Do you really think I came here to make fun of you over what happened last night?"

"I don't know what happened last night," Artemis told her. "All I know is, one minute I was at the Yule Ball and then I woke up here, feeling like this."

With a frown, Eleanor shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Artemis, we're all fairly certain that you were drugged last night."

"What?!"

Her voice hissed the disbelief in her tone, but as she looked at Eleanor, expecting it to be a joke, Eleanor's frown only grew more.

"My friend and I were in the bathroom, just about to leave and you came in. You were acting strange; you could hardly stand on your own two feet. You told me that some boy offered you a drink and then asked you to go for a walk. But you were suddenly so tired that you went to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. You fell over, so we alerted the professors and George brought you here with Professor Flitwick."

Artemis didn't respond right away, her eyes darting from left to right as her previous anger only turned into confusion.

"I don't remember there being a boy offering me a drink...I don't remember any of that!"

"I suppose that's a side effect of whatever caused you to pass out," Eleanor said. "I'm sorry this happened to you."

"You're sorry?" Artemis scoffed. "You feel sorry for me? Have you forgotten what I said to you, what I've called you? I called you a mutt, I insulted your father..."

"And you were drugged and almost put into a terrible situation," Eleanor interjected. "Look, I remember what you said to me, about my father...but that had nothing to do with what happened last night."

"You should hate me!"

Eleanor was wildly confused by Artemis' reaction because they seemed to be discussing two vastly different things.

"Do you want me to hate you? Is that what you're aiming for? Why do you want someone to hate you? I don't get it."

"Because...because...that's how it's supposed to be," Artemis said, although she didn't sound very convinced by her own words, "your blood isn't pure and mine is. You're a threat because...because..."

"Because your parents told you so?" she questioned. "The same people that told you that my father is terrible over a condition he can't control. Or that my blood is tainted because I'm his daughter? Is that it?"

She hadn't travelled to the Hospital Wing with the anticipation of arguing over pureblood supremacy thoughts, but Artemis appeared to be nothing more than a parrot, reciting what she had been told, without actually understanding why she was told to believe such things. Eleanor had learned over time attending Hogwarts that there was a subgroup of purebloods that believed they were above everyone in the wizarding world. Because they could trace back their lineage with little to no muggle blood, they considered themselves to be superior.

Going back to the times of the witch hunts, a divide was manifested by witches and wizards being hunted down by muggles to be killed for their magic. Leaving the wizarding world to retreat and go into hiding for their own safety. Eleanor could understand that there was fear from both sides, considering her mother had been among those that believed magic was evil in the beginning. But at the same time, Eleanor didn't understand why certain purebloods didn't like the idea of people being half-bloods or muggle-borns. It honestly didn't make any bit of difference, no one's magic appeared stronger than anyone else's because of their blood. So, what was the big deal?

At the Quidditch World Cup, she had witnessed Death Eaters attack an innocent muggle family as a source of entertainment. And while she had been incredibly upset over it, she didn't blame all of wizarding kind over it.

"I didn't come here to talk about your prejudiced thoughts against me and others," Eleanor said finally, "I came here to see if you were alright."

Not wishing to hear anything else Artemis had to say, whether it was an insult or not, Eleanor abruptly left the Hospital Wing and made her way to the Great Hall. And surprisingly, Fred and George were already there. She was going to question why they were up so early, but the eager grins on their faces said it all. As soon as she walked in, their faces lit up and Eleanor walked right over to the Gryffindor table, setting the gifts down.

"Good morning," she said, sitting on the bench across from them. Only to witness Fred crawl under the table, so he could sit beside her and place his arm around her shoulder.

"Good morning, love, sleep well?"

"I did," she told him, "although I woke up early wanting to open your gift, so here I am."

The twins quickly told her to open it first, and so she did. She pulled the wrapping paper off first and lifted the lid to peer inside. A few seconds later, she could hear both of them groan before looking up. She could see the disappointment on their faces and peering down, she could see a load of confetti, sitting at the bottom of the box.

"You two were going to prank me again!" she said, pushing the box away from her and turning to Fred. "We're dating!"

"Well, in all fairness, we weren't dating when the gift was put together," Fred said, "and it was only a little prank. There is an actual gift in there."

Scrunching up her face, Eleanor reached into the box and pulled out a series of papers, some of which looked like the order forms for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. However, there seemed to be a sketch of sorts of a label that read the "WonderWitch" line.

"I don't understand," she said, "is this a new product that you're testing out?"

"Well, yes and no," Fred said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "it's more of a line that we dedicated to you. Since you did put in some of your money into our betting pool, we thought it was only right that you share some part of the business as an investor."

"But I- "

"Sorry I couldn't get you anything else," he continued, "all of our money really went into the bet and since Ludo won't fess up, we figured this would be something- "

"You two are absolutely mad," Eleanor interrupted, "if you still think you owe me something. I told you I wasn't looking for any sort of payback. And if Ludo wants to be a scamming bastard, we'll still figure out a way to get you two the money to start it up. You don't have to apologise because this...this...is probably one of the sweetest gifts I've ever been given, with the exclusion of the exploding confetti that's waiting on me like a ticking time bomb."

"Do you really like it?" George asked. "It's just a blueprint of sorts, you know, it's nothing permanent, if you think of a better name- "

"It's perfect, really."

The twins seemed pleased with her response as Eleanor looked over the little product drawings with a smile but as she glanced up, she could tell they were waiting ever so patiently to open up their gifts.

"Alright, I think you two have waited long enough, but you know, I think we should head outside before you open them."

She could see that they wanted to question the purpose of going outside, but their eagerness got the best of them as they quickly jumped up from the benches. Fred helped Eleanor to her feet while George grabbed the gifts and the three of them headed out of the Great Hall.

Fred stood beside his brother in the courtyard, the two of them holding their rather large boxes in hand, curious as to what Eleanor had decided to give them. Even though she said she didn't want anything or expected anything, he still felt guilty about not being able to buy her a proper gift. He had a little bit of money from some of the sales they had made inside the castle but didn't have the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade in between everything in order to get her something.

"Go on, open them."

As Fred opened his, he couldn't help but laugh to himself, his eyes settling on all the knitted garments that she had given to both of them. There appeared to be a jumper, some mittens, even a matching cap to go with everything. He wondered if she knew that their own mother sent them knitted jumpers for Christmas every year. Already Molly had asked about Eleanor in front of him, as soon as Ginny had let her know that Eleanor knitted too.

"Where did you find all the time to make this, love?" Fred asked her. "A jumper, a scarf, mittens, a cap..."

"I work really fast," she said, "but they're not just a knitted jumper or a scarf, they're very, very, special. I promise."

"Well, of course they're special," George said, "you made them. How do I look?"

Fred grabbed his own scarf and wrapped it around his neck, suddenly feeling as though he had been encased in warmth all over his body.

"Alright, now, put the caps on." Eleanor was practically jumping up and down before them, looking ready to explode with excitement. "Go on, put them on!"

Without protest, the twins pulled out the caps and placed them on, and suddenly, Fred found himself experiencing a series of flashes, that appeared to be memories. He could see almost every time that he and George had attempted to prank Eleanor and failed. Not to mention the time where Eleanor had kissed him after Gryffindor won the Quidditch House Cup or the time he kissed her forehead back in the Burrow.

It was slightly overwhelming, and it seemed George had experienced something similar as the two pulled off the caps at the same time before exchanging looks with one another.

"What the bloody hell was that?" George breathed before looking over the cap in his hands. "Ellie?"

"Merry Christmas!" She threw her arms up in the air, but when they didn't respond, she dropped her arms down to her sides with a frown. "Do you two not like your gifts?"

Quickly, Fred made his way over to her. "No, no! That's not it at all. They're amazing, we're just very confused right now. I put on the cap and-"

"Saw things," George finished, his eyes wide.

"Well, of course you did, that's what I wanted you both to see, it was your hint."

"Hint?" they chimed in together. "What hint?"

"Gentlemen, think about it," Eleanor said, "you two have been pestering me for ages, wanting to learn how I avoid your pranks. I didn't fully understand it myself initially, but I think I figured it out and now I'm sharing the secret with you."

Eleanor was waiting on for them to figure it out, but Fred was only met with pure puzzlement and judging by his brother's face, George was nowhere near closer to figuring it out either. There was a flash of concern that appeared on Eleanor's face as she just stared at the two of them.

"Really? You can't figure it out?"

"I have never been more confused in all of my life," George admitted as Fred nodded in agreement.

"I feel like the answer is right in front of us."

"For the love of Merlin, you two can't honestly be this dense."

Eleanor could only watch the two try to figure out the "secret" and while she was amused initially, it was just becoming sadder as time drifted on.

"Can't you just tell us?" George whined. "I don't like guessing games when I'm the one who's guessing. Fred, make her tell us!"

Fred peered up at her with an innocent grin. "How's about I trade you a kiss for another hint?"

"I'll take the kiss gladly," she said, folding her arms over her chest, "but I'm not going to give you another hint."

"Damn," Fred said before stealing a quick kiss, "sorry, George, I'm out of ideas."

"How about we do your homework assignments for the rest of the term?" George offered, only Eleanor declined that as well.

"Knowing my luck, you two would write about pixie farts instead of the actual assignment. Listen, the secret is in the clothing, I can't make it any more obvious."

With the twins unable to piece it together, the three made their way back to the castle with Eleanor shaking her head the entire way. Unbeknownst to them, George had dropped his scarf along the way and while they pestered Eleanor to reveal her secrets, none of them noticed the scarf following them into the castle and through the corridors.

But someone did.