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-Chapter✦Seven-

✧THE LIONS & THE BIRDS✧

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"Imara!"

"Imara!"

"Merlin Fred, she's taken to ignore us!"

"I think you're right George, but I think it's the reminder that you cannot prank us without getting a taste of what you've done in return." Imara herself had simply rolled her eyes, it wasn't that and so she turned without much of a warning but managed a step backward since the twins struggled to stop. "It's not that, mum and dad are coming for a game soon! I've hardly had any practices because the damn Gryffindors and Slytherins have taken up the pitch!" She said with a damned huff and the two laughed.

"That's why you've got your panties in a twist?" Fred questioned and Imara's cheeks instantly flared.
"My panties aren't your concern, Weasley. Nor will they ever be." She said with her chin tilted up, though she winked. Earning a similar reaction of reddened cheeks going straight to his ear.

"Oi! Not while I'm here, alright? Besides, we can help you practice. Pitch is free now, why hasn't the Ravenclaw's schedule it?" George said with a disgusted shiver coursing through his body.
"I'm not sure, Flitwick isn't really supportive of playing with Dementors outside. That and I think mother complained or another parent." The twins seemingly smirked at the same time.

"I doubt it was Madam Lestrange," George claimed.

"But Mister Lestrange...? Has a bit of experience with 'em, doesn't—" Fred attempted, but Imara had whacked him with her spare book. "I have half the mind to never speaking to you again, did you really just make an Azkaban joke?!" She hissed, and the twin frowned, realizing that it wasn't at all that funny.

"God, I can't even imagine how dad felt in hearing it happened to Rom!" She said into her hand, looking more than stressed than before. "Let me make it up to you—We'll help on the pitch. We'll go right now!" He said, taking one hook of her arm while George took the other.

"Let me go you brutes!" She yelled, their height had outweighed and basically picked her up so where she didn't have to rise to walk on her own. "Not a chance love, besides, we're on the hunt for your brother." He deemed and she continued to try to touch the floor only to huff in damnation.

"You know, I was going to ask, but I think it'd save me my last bit of sanity if I just ignored it." Romulus had said walking towards them and turning the corner.
"Romulus you bloody traitor! Mum said birds stick together!" Which caused his head to hang low, and turned back around to sting one of the twins (Not that he was aiming at either in particular), to get the message across.

"Oi! That was hardly necessary! We were just taking your sister to the pitch—Going to help her practice before the game, would you like to join?" Fred claimed, rubbing his free hand to sooth his burning arse. And that caused the elder Lestrange to smirk.

"Alright...Butterbeer is on me tomorrow then, let's go— I'll grab Cara from the potion's lab. She could work on her throw." The twins instantly smiled at the thought and continued to carrying Imara as they had, and Romulus laughed with a taunt of 'you should've been nicer to me this summer then sissy!' And that had been the end of it.

It hadn't been that difficult to catch Cara as she had just been going into the Ravenclaw common room. "Grab two sweaters, we're going to the pitch."
"Er...Did we have a practice that I didn't hear about, I could've sworn that I'd write it down—"
"Nah. Gryffindors are going to help us, and you need to work on your—"
"My throw is fine, brother!" She said with a huff but followed in pursuit anyhow.