The bus that had passed through Fred and Blair suddenly burst into flames. The vehicle swerved and began to collide with black taxis and other red buses that were in the surrounding lanes. People screamed and froze on the sidewalks, watching the spontaneous combustion cause the bus to smash into the grand shop John Lewis. Muggles were able to jump out of the way, but the glass that shattered from the windows rained over their heads and caused minor cuts and bruises.

As if one explosion wasn't enough, a black taxi suddenly caught alight and was able to emergency break in the middle of the road. The driver jumped out unharmed and stumbled out of the street. But cars, buses and motorcycles behind the once driving taxi weren't able to stop in time after being distracted from the explosions and screaming pedestrians. Tires screeched and more Muggles screamed; the street now in utter chaos with crashing vehicles, smashed glass and roaring flames.

Blair and Fred had froze in the middle of the street, their invisibility spell worn off and only being protected by a force field made from Blair's quick wit. No one bothered to acknowledge the two as they were too busy running and screaming from Fletcher, who stood on the sidewalk with a wide grin on his face. The wizard had been the cause of the all the destruction and could see that Blair and Fred weren't expecting him to have the balls to reveal the existence of magic folk.

But it wasn't the time to worry about Muggles knowing about the Wizarding world, as they were now being targeted by Fletcher Potts. The street had momentarily stopped it's busyness from the many collisions and flaming vehicles that were due to explode any second now, making the risk of being hit by cars the least of their problems. Fred held his wand out in front of him without having to worry about being seen by Muggles and started to send hexes back to Fletcher. In the mean time, Blair made one of the smartest decisions she had made in her life.

"Expecto Patronum!"

The silvery owl flew out of the tip of her wand and flew up into the sky. Blair watched as it disappeared over buildings to find its multiple owners of the Order of the Phoenix. They needed help and it would be foolish to think they could take Fletcher and obliviate all these Muggles by themselves. Fred seemed to be set on duelling with Fletcher with his impressive non-verbal spells, but would need help with holding him back and keeping him from causing anymore destruction. But he wanted to make it personal as Jasper's death had not yet been avenged.

"What an absolute tool," Fred grumbled and was seething at the sight of the murderer of Jasper Rosier. How dare he show his face after what he did. If Potts wasn't holding a wand, Fred would have used his fists to make the man bloodier than a massacre.

"Expelliarmus!" Fletcher cried but had his scarlet spell blocked by a swish of Fred's wand. Fletcher was still too ignorant to learn how to perform magic without verbally crying aloud the charms. Fred was able to predict what spells the Death Eater was about to cast and would already be thinking of a counter jinx to stop him in his tracks.

Within minutes of duelling, mists of pure white flew over the tall grey buildings and landed on the street around Blair and Fred. Fletcher looked around in confusion and realised what was happening, putting him into a state of irritation. The Order of the Phoenix appeared and pointed their wands at Fletcher, making him heavily outnumbered and foolish to think he could have succeeded in his mission of ambushing Blair and Fred.

"Drop you wand and surrender!" Mad-Eye demanded, his teeth clenched and his accent prominent in his butch tone.

Blair looked around and saw that George had appeared with the rest of the Order; his eyes in their corners to look at her while he pointed his wand at the Death Eater. He was still in his brown suit that he wore around the shop, reminding Blair that he had been helping Verity when he had been summoned by her Patronus. In any other situation, she would have felt bad for pulling him away from his work and leaving Verity to fend for herself. But Blair thought that this was definitely a time for the entire Order to be together.

Fletcher snapped his head around at the witches and wizards that were now closing in around him. Even Bill and Fleur had turned up from their wedding preparations. Kingsley Shacklebolt looked the most put out from the scene as Muggles everywhere were staring at them in wonder, realising that the wooden sticks in their hands was producing all of this supposed magic. He would have a lot of explaining to do when he got back to the Ministry; that's if they're able to obliviate the mass of Muggles that had been exposed due to the carelessness of Fletcher Potts.

The man visually grumbled before disapparating into a black smoke and begun heading for the sky to escape. Charlie had been the quickest to react and disapparated after him, the white mist chasing after the smokiness. With Fletcher gone from the scene, the Order turned to the Muggles ogling at them and cast a collective obliviating charm. The memories of the past few minutes were sucked into their wands and the Muggles' eyes went a shade of white as they went rigid during the process. Blair, Fred and George worked together to put out the fires and return the smashed glass and vehicles back to their functioning state.

Remus announced for everyone to head back to headquarters to discuss today's commotion, before he too disappeared into a white mist. The Order members followed until there was only Fred, George and Blair left. They headed out of the street so that the cars and buses could continue driving as if their lives hadn't just been threatened by a crazed wizard. Muggles started to walk about their day once more and didn't know that they had just witnessed mind-blowing magic from the magic wands of witches and wizards.

Once the three made it to the sidewalk, George immediately brought Blair into his arms and against his chest. For once, she had done exactly what he had asked her to do if she were to find herself in a dangerous situation. He had been behind the till at the shop when the transparent owl flew in and sat on the counter, staring up at him with its white, beady eyes. George immediately knew that Blair was in trouble and apparated immediately, fleetingly screaming at Verity that there was an emergency and that she could close the shop if she wanted to.

"Thank you for listening to me for once in your life," he sighed into her ear before letting her feet touch the ground. "Next time, both of us are coming with you."

"We can't keep leaving Verity by herself," Fred rolled his eyes. "I had it handled. It was only when Potts decided to bring his wand out like a git that tons of Muggles then needed to be obliviated."

"As long as someone is with me, then I'm sure I'll be fine. Today was just... unfortunate," Blair sighed and rubbed at her forehead. "Let's head to The Burrow. I need a strong drink."

George and Fred exchanged a look with raised eyebrows, before shrugging and grabbing an arm each from Blair to apparate. The girl wasn't known for liking alcohol, but they supposed that everyone needed a little something every now and again. Blair had been through a lot in the past year and she hadn't touched a drop. But they were sure that their father would have a bottle of Fire-whiskey hiding somewhere as well as some alcoholic Butterbeer in the fridge.

Arriving at The Burrow, the Order had already gathered at the dining table. Molly had poured everyone a cup of tea and offered one to the twins and Blair, to which was declined and exchanged for a Fire-whiskey-filled coffee for the young witch. Kingsley started with the discussion about the expected questions they're going to receive from the Ministry and what protocol they should follow if they're questioned by Aurors and Ministry officials.

The meeting was important but boring. Blair was thankful when it came to an end and the Order members began to leave. But instead of leaving with them to head back to the flat, Blair was able to convince the twins to stay at the house for a little longer. Whether it was because of the exhausting events from today or the addition of the Fire-whiskey to her coffee, Blair was being mellowed to a sleepy daze while sitting on the sofa under the window facing the porch. With Molly putting a plate of cookies on the table in front of her, George had slipped into the living room to sit down and take advantage of the snacks.

"You look tired," George noted as he plonked into the space next to her. Blair hummed sleepily and let her head fall on to his shoulder, ready to doze off into an afternoon snooze. As if George was reading her mind, he asked,

"Do you want to lie down? You can take a nap before dinner."

She nodded and forced her neck to pull her head off of his shoulder, letting George shuffle to lie across the length of the sofa. The back of his head sunk into the cushion and he hummed in delight at the ache diminishing that had formed in his neck. He didn't realise his eyes had slid shut until an added weight made the cushions under him dip. Blair wrapped her arms around his torso and laid her upper half on top of George's; her legs fitting perfectly in between his with her toes only reaching the top half of his calves. When his eyes did flutter open, Blair's black irises were the only thing he could see.

A smile grew on George's face and he couldn't help but peck her lips affectionately. His arms hooked around her waist that was on top of his and Blair let her face sink into the curve of George's neck and shoulder. Within minutes, soft snores were coming from her mouth and Blair was asleep on top of George. He didn't complain as she was the weight of a house elf and was warm to snuggle into. The candles burned around the room and the sun started to set over the field; its tender warmth bathing the two into a much needed snooze.

Once dinner time came around, Fred went into the kitchen to sit down with Bill, Charlie and their parents. Molly had put her delicious dishes down on the table and ushered for them to sit on the mismatching chairs. They were all about to dive in when Molly eyed the two chairs that didn't have their occupants.

"Where's Blair and Georgie?" she questioned, looking to her sons for an answer. Each of them looked to each other before shrugging their shoulders; only interested in the food that was waiting for them on the table. But Molly forbid them from tucking in and told Fred to check around the house.

Fred rolled his eyes and went to head upstairs, but stopped when he caught sight of the shadows on the sofa that were too dark to be from the windowsill. He stopped and turned his head, seeing the lounging figures that were his flatmates.

"They're in here," Fred called out and sets of footsteps stopped behind him, looking at the same sight in front of them.

"Oh my word..." Molly mumbled, smiling behind her clasped hands at the adorable sight.

Bill, Charlie and Fred rolled their eyes and walked back into the kitchen to sit down for the meals. Arthur glanced at his wife before following after his sons, leaving Molly to marvel at the couple. George's head had fallen into the slouch of the cushion but kept his arms securely around Blair's waist. The girl had buried her face into his shirt and was clutching the material in her fist. Molly's heart was melting at the sight and she quietly walked back to the kitchen; the smile plastered to her face for the rest of the evening as she put Blair and George's dinner in the fridge for them later.