■ Unfortunate Soul ■ Fred Weasley ■

Back on the Hogwarts Express

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"Where on earth is George when you need him?" Gwen exclaimed after giving up on trying to close her trunk.

"Have you ever tried to put an extension charm? It would help." Angelina said while grabbing her stuff out of the bathroom. "I swear, I lack common sense."

Alicia snorted from the other side of the room. "Took you long enough to realise it."

The school year came to a close and the students of Hogwarts were about to leave in the next couple of hours. Gwen should have prepared and packed beforehand, but timekeeping was never her strong suit.

"I still need to find Artie," Gwen admitted. "Shouldn't be too difficult. He's always only a few centimetres away from George."

A few seconds of silence fell into the room as the girls silently packed. "This was one hell of a year. Sirius Black turned everything upside down." Alicia said, breaking the silence. "And yet he still hasn't been caught."

"This may sound weird, but did anyone notice from the pictures that he is kinda, sort of good looking?" Angelina and Alicia turned to Gwen in surprise, Angelina quick to respond. "She makes a valid point."

Alicia snorted in disbelief causing Gwen and Angelina to fall into a fit of giggles.

They spent the next few minutes talking and laughing before Gwen forced herself to go to the boys' dorm to find her cat.

Lee opened the door after hearing Gwen's knocking, just in time for her to see something flying in the background. "Is this a bad time?" Gwen asked with amusement as she saw Fred trying to catch a floating shoe through the slightly open door.

"It's always a bad time here. Come in and mind your head." Gwen hesitantly entered the boys' dormitory only to find various types of clothing in mid-air.

"What is going on?" Gwen asked George who had his wand in his hand and desperately tried to do something. "This idiot tried to find a spell to pack his bags and caused a riot instead," George explained as he motioned aggressively towards his brother. Fred gave a glare. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm sorry?! Just shut up."

Fred waved his wand and muttered some spell that Gwen never heard of and the raucous stopped.

Only to start again, twice as fast.

Fred started swearing under his breath and Gwen was the victim that got hit in the head by a belt buckle.

She pulled out her wand from her pocket as she tried to dodge the articles of clothing. "Arresto momentum!" The clothing instantly slowed down and they all let out a sigh of relief.

"I need to invest in a helmet to keep me alive long enough to continue with this friendship," Gwen admitted as she collapsed onto Lee's bed. "I came to get my cat."

George groaned. "Can't I keep him for a bit longer? I won't be seeing him throughout the summer. And he loves me."

Gwen walked up to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "George, sweetheart. The cat is already sick of you, everyone who is in your company for more than an hour is." Fred snorted loudly, clearly overhearing the conversation.