Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 4: Mix and Match

"Is there a reason that you two haven't left me alone for the past three days?" I asked the twins, looking between them as we made our way to the quidditch pitch. 

I had practice today, and from what Cedric said, today was not the day for an audience. He was going to run us through drills that Oliver Wood probably wouldn't put his own team through. I didn't mind a good workout on the pitch, and I loved anything having to do with quidditch, but I was a bit nervous to have the twins see me drenched in sweat and probably covered in dirt from when Colleen decides it's funny to knock me off my broom on purpose because I'm taking practice 'too seriously.'

However, I just had to deal with it apparently. At least one of them has gone with me just about everywhere since the whole show that took place on Halloween. I knew that it had to do with what Malfoy had said, talking about muggle-borns being targeted and possibly petrified like Mrs. Norris had been, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

All this week, when I'd come out of my classes, there had been one of the twins, if not the both of them, waiting for me. They'd walk me to my next class, whether or not they had it with me or not. The only time I got to go anywhere without them, was when I went to the bathroom, or on my way to the great hall in the mornings. I mean, after ancient runes was normally a time that I was left alone because I could find little hideaways. That is until George used that blasted map to come and check up on me. 

I didn't mind spending time with the twins. I loved these boys like they were my own brothers, and all that jazz, but there was time when I wanted to be alone. I already had a very worried Heather to deal with, I didn't need two overgrown lap dogs to worry about as well.

After the twins helped me sneak back to the common room Halloween night, I'd been scolded by Tamara and Heather for wandering off by myself and they demanded that I tell them what I'd been up to. So, I'd informed them that I thought something was a little suspicious, and I'd hung back to see what the teachers wanted to talk to the trio about. I'd told them everything that the teachers had said, and about how my theory about the twins had been debunked. 

Normally, Heather ate up stuff like this, but she had already been on edge this year about being a muggle-born and what it could mean for her and her family. I doubt my family history was really putting her at ease either. I mean, my parents were killed for being muggles, and there's no telling what would have happened to me, had it been known that I was their child. 

That means that the four of us had tried our best to calm her down and assure her that nothing bad was going to happen to her, whether I believed it or not. I mean, I was sure that Heather could very well take care of herself if she wanted. But I was worried that it wouldn't be enough. I was worried about my own safety, albeit not as much as the twins seemed to be, and I was trying to keep an eye on Hermione as well. Not to mention Colin, Justin, and of course the seemingly never-ending list of other muggle-borns that I found out about. 

Really, the last thing I needed right now was to be reminded that my life could potentially be in danger. All I wanted to do was play some quidditch in peace, but with the twins, I doubted that would be something I got up to today. 

"Listen June, we're just trying to make sure that you don't end up all stiff and hung up from your ankles like our dear friend Mrs. Norris," Fred said, throwing an arm around my shoulder, "So, you're stuck with us. Isn't that right George?"

"That is exactly the way I'd put it, yes." He grinned. 

"I think I'll be fine a practice. I don't know if you two noticed, but Cedric, Colleen, and Robin are all there to look after me as well." I shrugged, trying to convince them not to stay.