❝ It simply isn't an
adventure worth telling
if there aren't any dragons ❞
j.r.r. tolkien
Madge Findley had the pleasure of being dragged into the Weasley twin's escapades for most of her Hogwarts life. But, even after all of these years of knowi...
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𝕳uffing, Madge continued to trudge up the stairs behind Fred and George, who were both wearing over the top hats with painted faces in the colours of Bulgaria and Ireland. Madge had gone for an Ireland scarf instead, deciding that she did not wish to look like a fool. After all, that was the twins' speciality, not hers.
Madge paused, to catch her breath and glare at the remaining stairs with venom in her eyes. If they were all so amazing at magic, then why in Merlin's name was there no lifts? What sort of backwards, stupid, uncultured socie...
"Are you alright?" Madge's thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt at the sound of a cheery voice from behind her. Turning, Madge smiled sheepishly at the fake brother, Charlie, who had an eyebrow cocked in confusion. "You seem a little annoyed."
"I don't like stairs." That caused the man to snort with laughter, before the pair began to walk again. "There are way too many."
Madge's hatred of stairs started when she had first gone to Hogwarts and almost fallen off of the moving staircase. Ever since then, stairs and her had a deep feud. It was also why Madge had dropped Divination and Astronomy as soon as she possibly could, hating the climb.
"Well, we are in a stadium for Quidditch." Madge pulled a face. She did know that unsurprisingly. "It does have to be tall."
"Doesn't mean we have to live in the dark ages without elevators or escalators." Charlie stifled a laugh at her huffing and whining, watching as she continued to stomp up the stairs in an upset manner. She shot him a glare as he tried to force his face back to a neutral position. "I hope I didn't offend you earlier."
"What? Thinking I was the fake brother?" Charlie asked, as Madge shook her head.
"Saying that you were the dumber one," Madge replied, turning another corner and groaning at the sight of yet more stairs. Where were these seats?
"It's okay," Charlie called back. "I have five younger siblings, so dumb is not the worse thing that I've been called. It was pretty tame to what Fred and George normally say. I was expecting worse."
"Oh, they said other things," Madge decided that it didn't hurt to chuck Fred and George under the bus a little more. Otherwise, what was her purpose in life.
"What did they say?" There was a queue up ahead, causing Madge and Charlie to come to a stop. The younger girl turned back to look at the Weasley boy, who's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion creating small wrinkles on his forehead. His nose scrunched in an adorable manner.
