❝ Sometimes, Weasley, I hate you with such a passion it's hard to believe I still put up with your gorgeous face ❞
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With a metamorphmagus, a werewolf and an Azkaban inmate in the family, Charlotte knew that she'd have to bring more to the tab...
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twelve over the moon
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'WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!'
'WE BEAT SLYTHERIN!'
'WE BEAT THEM ALL!'
'Would you — please — keep your voice down?'
'Oh, come on, Percy!' Charlotte groaned. 'It's a party, we're hardly the only ones being loud here!'
'WE WON, WE W—'
'Fred!' Percy scolded, wagging a finger in the older twin's face.
'He's not Fred, I am!' George yelled in Percy's ear.
'George —'
'Honestly, man, you call yourself our brother,' Fred chuckled, patting Percy's chest roughly.
Percy scowled, looking to Charlotte for assistance.
'You think I can stop them?' Charlotte scoffed, although she removed Fred's hand from its position on Percy's chest.
She felt Fred place something small and metal in her hand. He winked. She grinned.
'I think it's more of a case that you don't want to stop them,' Percy frowned.
'I'm personally offended by that,' Charlotte gasped in false hurt. 'Although I guess you are right.'
Pinching the pin between her thumb and forefinger, Charlotte flashed Percy's red and gold Head Boy badge in the air with a smirk that rivalled the Cheshire Cat's.
