Red Ring | Weasley Twins

✔ Chapter 01: Jokes on You

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        One night, during your third year in Hogwarts, you finally gather up the courage to attend your first Gryffindor party in the dorms. Most of the time during these events you'd make up an excuse to go study in the library or that you weren't feeling well. Sure, you have a knack for adventure but socialising took a different toll on you.

        Hermione had forcefully persuaded you to attend only because she knew you had a clear schedule that day and wasn't taking no for an answer. It was hard to argue with her especially with Harry and Ron eagerly taking her side.

        The party was in full blast. Housemates waffling among themselves. Couples snogging on one of the loveseats and another at the barely secluded corner of the room. You roll your eyes and remind yourself to stay away from the dorm rooms for as long as you can stomach, to avoid witnessing possible unwanted action.

        You rest against one of the drawers near the door, a drink in hand, as you watch your friends play a Muggle game called Charades by the fireplace.

        "Come on, Ronald! You know this!" Hermione exclaims, pantomiming at Ron who was jumping out of his seat.

        "Uh, vomiting?" Ron attentively deconstructing her actions. "Vomiting... Vomiting slugs!"

        "Yes!" Hermione raises her arms in victory while the others burst into a fit of laughter.

        "Who in the bloody hell put that in the cup?" Ron darts his eyes to Harry who simply shrugs.

        "Don't go shying on us now," Fred teases.

        "Yeah, Ron. We went through the same thing during puberty," George quips in confidence.

        Ron looks at the twins dumbfounded. "Really?"

        "No," they snicker in unison.

        Ron sinks back down on the couch in defeat. Amidst the ongoing laughter, you casually look down at your hand that's been propped on the edge of the wooden drawer for support. The light was still glowing. It's been going on ever since the party started. You weren't particularly invested in looking at it every second, but it just filled you up with a nice fuzzy feeling knowing your soulmates were nearby. Sometimes you wonder if they notice this too or if they didn't bother looking for you at all. Not that you minded though. You still had time.

        "And that makes Ron and I the winners," Hermione interjects once she's done counting the points.

        Everyone in the surrounding circle claps, but you notice Fred whispering in George's ear as he points to one of the second years across the room. A mischievous smile forms on their faces before they disappear around a corner.

        Looks like they spotted a target tonight.

        "Next round!" Ron shouts, then turns around in his seat to look up at you. "Come on, and join us. You've just been watching this whole time."

        "Yeah, sure. Lemme just go to the loo," you say as an excuse, setting your cup down before exiting the dorm.

        You make your way down the corridor to an empty courtyard. You didn't actually need to go. You just needed a breather from the party.

        You sit down on the grass, leaning on one of the ledges.

        Once again, you casually look at your hand, and just as you'd expect, it wasn't glowing anymore. An empty canvas on your finger.

        You prop your head back to close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You knew this. You shouldn't be surprised. You constantly reminded yourself that love wasn't everything but then you also questioned the hollow feeling in your stomach.

        You reminisce to one of the conversations you'd had with Professor McGonagall earlier in the year when you asked about the two bands on your finger.

        It's uncommon but yes, it happens. It just means you have a stronger connection with your soulmates than most people. Consider yourself lucky, miss Y/L/N.

        The sound of laughter and heavy footsteps jolt open your eyes and you instinctively huddle yourself up, making yourself small enough to hide behind the ledge, hoping it wasn't any of the professors making their rounds.

        "Brilliant idea with the Ton-Tongue Toffee!" George exclaims.

        "Good thing that was the last of it too or else Percy would have our heads," Fred says.

        "Percy wouldn't know a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing an elf's tea cosy," George laughs, patting his brother on the shoulder.

        You sigh out a relief knowing it was just the twins. You begin to stand when you hear a loud gasp from their direction.

        "Fred, look!" George notices his little finger pulsating a red light. "Yours too!" He points to his brother's hand.

        "Well, I'll be damned." Fred examines his own band but then quickly turns his attention to an empty corridor and seemingly vacant courtyard. "There's no one here, though?"

        "Bloody hell. You don't think our soulmates are ghosts, do ya?"

        They both shiver at the thought.

        That's when you notice your own pinky faintly glowing. Quickly clamping your mouth from an incoming shriek. At that moment, you definitely didn't want to announce your presence.

        It's them. George and Fred Weasley are your soulmates.

        Two lines. Two souls. It made sense.

        "Come on. Let's head back in before Snape catches us," George insists, already making his way back to the dorms.

        "Good thinking."

        Even when you're sure they've left, you remain seated on the grass. With the newfound silence, your breathing finally slows down. You just had to get your mind around the sudden revelation that the Weasley Twins are your soulmates.

        You aren't sure what to think, what to do. What happens now?

        The two redheads that were practically joined at the hip. But then your mind wanders to the image of their tall frame, shoulder-length hair, wide grins and freckled cheeks, not noticing your heart was already racing.

        Don't you just hate it when you have a dream about a friend then suddenly you have a massive crush on them once you wake up? Yeah, it was very similar to this.

        "Fiddlesticks."

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