The Lost Witch | Fred Weasley

CHAPTER SIX

"Urgh. How much longer is this torture going to continue?!" Fred let out on a groan sounding very dramatic.

I looked at my wristwatch. "We've been dusting for literally five minutes," I retorted, shaking my head at him. "Exactly! We've been going on forever. I'm starving." His voice was basically just a whine at the end there.

"But we just had lunch," Ginny tried to reason, turning to look at him to see what his excuse was now, but he was just grinning back at us. "So? I've worked up an appetite with this child labour abomination."

I just shook my head in laughter and turned around and continued to empty out the ancient cabinet that I had started on.

We cleaned the dining room for the next few hours to come, making the room smell nice and clean afterwards. I had to say, I didn't think this room could look nice but here I was, proven wrong.

Just as me and Ginny high fived at a job well done, George came up the stairs from the basement. "Oy Freddie, you guys done?" He quickly shifted his gaze to the two of us before looking back at his brother.

"Just finished. What's up?"

George grinned wickedly at his brother. "We need to go look for that thing, remember?" "What thing?" I asked, far too curious for my own good. They were up to something, that was for sure.

"Nothing," they replied in an innocent tone, Disapperating right in front of us. I shook my head.

Poor Molly Weasley, having to keep up with these two for 17 years.

After telling Mrs Weasley that we finished cleaning we were excused for the rest of the day. I headed upstairs for my room, spotting two identical looking Weasley's trying to break the enchantments on Sirius' late mother's bedroom door.

"Well, isn't this a sight," I said sternly, startling the two of them.

They both turned their heads to me at the same time with wide eyes, before turning to look at each other.

"You were supposed to be look-out!"

"No, you were!"

"No, Fred. I'm the one trying to break the lock. You were supposed to keep lookout so that we wouldn't get in trouble."

Fred looked down in thought at that. "I might have been look-out... But I said-"

"Boys, boys, boys. There's a simple solution here," I smirked, rocking back and forth on my heels

"And what, may I ask, is that Miss White?" George asked in a far too innocent and too polite manner to not be sarcastic.

"I'll be look-out." I turned on the spot and looked up and down the stairs to see if anyone was out there at that moment.

In my peripheral vision, I saw the twins' gape at me for a second longer, before turning to look at each other, then back at me. "Well, get a move on then, we can't stay out here forever," I said, tapping my wrist to indicate to hurry up.

They turned back to the door to start on the lock and the enchantments again. "Though, I should probably tell you what's in there before you go barging in and kill yourself," I said casually, turning around, leaning against the bannister.

They turned their heads again, looking at me. "Thought you didn't know what was in here?" George asked questioningly.

"That there was nothing other than an old woman's bedroom," Fred added, raising a questioning eyebrow at me. "Well yeah, that's pretty much all the room is," I said, having them turn away from me again with a roll of their eyes. Assuming I was just trying to derail their plans.