[ Rose appears tired and possibly hung over, her hair disheveled and a wilting rose braided into it at her temple. ]

Um... Harry? I looked all over for you and couldn't find you. I... kind of wanted to talk to you.

Olivia, if you can get over from the castle, I would... well, I'd really appreciate it. Especially since I can't find Harry.

If anybody knows where they are, could you let me know? Or let them know I'm looking for them?

[ she sighs and rubs her face wearily ]

[ The video feed opens to a by now familiar face, except that this one eared twin is wearing a shockingly magenta robe that clashes rather magnificently with his hair. He places the communicator on something so that he can pick up what seems to be a shorter, thicker baseball bat. Fred, however, is curiously absent from the feed - instead there's a whirring sound in the background and the occasional heavy sounding thud. ]

Attention barracks! Bored and tired of sitting around waiting for the next completely madcap thing to occur?

[ And from offscreen ] Of course they are [ thud ], don't let them kid themselves.

[ George gives both his twin and the screen a winning grin. ] Too right you are, Fred. Which is why we're inviting every able bodied man, woman, and child who can withstand possible mid-air collisions and life threatening injuries to play Quidditch.

[ Thud, and something roughly cannonball shaped flies into the screen aimed directly at George's head. Who instinctively both ducks and hits the thing with the bat and sends it flying off in a completely different direction. Fred's voice is heard from offscreen again. ]

We haven't charmed the broomsticks yet so you've got time to learn how to play. Even a bunch of Muggles like yourselves shouldn't have that much of a problem.

[ Back at George, who leans forward to switch off the camera. Except right before he does there's a yelp and the sound of many things breaking, the screen going blank shortly after. ]

Hey, uh... [ hesitates ] I don't suppose you'd feel like having dinner at my place tonight? I'm just... As much as it irritated me, I kinda miss having people around.

[Tiffany looks as prim and proper as usual, very businesslike for a witch, but a bit pleased to be herself and get back to work.]

Now that we're no longer pretending to be -- whatever we were pretending to be -- I thought I would tell the members of the Barracks that there is a seond 'business' opening.

With the aid of the Misters Weasley, we are repairing and re-opening the tavern, and creating a common house for gathered meals. We are not yet ready to serve you, but now that things are back to normal -- for a variation of normal -- we will be quick to begin.

If you have any skills you'd like to donate -- whether it be brewing and distilling, food handling, or simple repairs, please approach me. I will be in the tavern most times as not.

[ the video feed lightens up with a familiar freckled face, though this one with a noticeably missing ear. that should help even out the chances of which twin it is. ]

Now that we've all been here for longer than anyone would have liked it's come to our attention that there are only so many times you can battle giant spiders with two tails or some-such before it all becomes routine.

[ and a quick glance over his shoulder at Fred who is currently hovering somewhere behind him who speaks up ] We've been wasting all the good explosions, and some of them didn't even work.

[ but back to George ] As highly successful businessmen and entrepreneurs we've come to the conclusion that there's some valuable space around here waisting away and falling to ruin.

[ Fred again, who's moved so he's peering into the video feed ] And we feel an obligation to correct this grave mistake. So from now on, the 'General Store' will be less general and more Weasley.

[ both faces break out into identical grins, though it's George who picks up the slack ] We'll have our own - if slightly modified - magical tricks as well as offering our services to duplicate, transform, and conjure whatever the customer desires.

[ and after making a handgrab for the communication device it's Fred who's dominating the video feed ] If anyone else had their eye on the place, well, you're a bit out of luck now. It'll be a pleasure doing business with you all.

If my calculations are correct today is May 5.

I forgot my birthday again.

[Will starts speaking in a thoughtful, almost dream-like tone of voice.]

If I've kept track of the days properly, then yesterday was May Day.  Beltane, they called it in the old days. The day when the season of the darkness ended and the season of light began.  When the world of the fae drew closest to the world of men, it is said.

[The boy stops and smiles absently.]

Curious, isn't it?  That nothing happened here.

[Sitting around the table, eating and talk was a common enough event that it almost felt normal. More normal then waking up in a forest and talking to old women about sentient trees, at least. The four BAU agents had all ended up in the cabin where Reid and Emily had been living. It wasn't as small as JJ had feared when she'd first heard 'cabin' and pictured a hunting shack, but it wasn't big enough for four adults to share either. They'd have to talk about that, and soon.

At the moment, though, she was enjoying the first relaxing moments in days, sitting across from Reid with Hotch and Emily on her left and right. It was times like these that anyone walking in would easily see that they were family.]

You're teaching school, Spence? That's quite a change for you. [She grinned, not finding it hard to imagine. In fact she kind of liked the idea of him working with more innocent kids, rather then criminals and dead children.]

Does he need a translator, Em?  you know how hard he can be to follow when he gets excited.

[A young man with long black hair and dark eyes can be seen, glaring at the device as if it owes him something. Really, it took him this long to figure it out, but now that he finally has and saw that there are more people in here, he's going to try and see what he can determine about this place.]

[His voice is calm, firm, even, and, unlike his face, clearly masculine. Spoken tone is so blank that it all sounds more like a series of blanket statements, but there's no doubt they are, in fact, questions.]

So there's a fort in the forest and a castle. Is that it. Anything else anyone can tell me about this place.

[He's looking at the screen with the usual smug and aloof expression, but sounds friendly enough in spite of the name-calling. Friendly you're annoying as hell but kinda cool so we're ok name-calling if you will.]

Hey, you two annoying jerks. I hear you can duplicate stuff. Got a challenge for you if you're up to bein' useful.