Another story of fate

Chapter 14

Nesta

Spring has come. The beginning of March crept imperceptibly as the snow disappeared leaving behind a chilling to the bone air.
In the middle of the work week, as it drew to an end, George was explaining Wood’s new combinations to me, sitting in front of the fireplace in the living room while Fred was bored in the corner. Wesley's brother yawned every two minutes, wincing ostentatiously at every opportunity.

“Well, that's it, little one. Time for bed, especially since you figured it out faster than some third years,” - said George, hinting at Fred.

I turned to look at his reaction, but there was no gingers in the corner.

"Um... Where is your brother?"  - I asked, puzzled.

He looked around the living room in surprise.

“I don’t know... Maybe he went to bed and we didn’t notice?”  - Weasley put suggested.

At that moment one of the books lying on the table rose into the air and flew into George's head. I screamed.

“Ron, I know it's you. Take off the invisibility cloak." - I exclaimed. 

There were no other theories in my head.

"Wrong guess!"  - sounded abruptly over my ear.

"Aaah!" - with a cry I turned around but there was only emptiness behind me.

"What the hell..." - George didn't understand, still rubbing his temple.

Poor thing, got really hurt.

Fred appeared in front of us. First the head appeared, then the torso and legs. It was as if some kind of transparent curtain had been removed from him.

"H-how did you do it?" - stunned George muttered, getting up to feel his brother.

“Ask Nesta's Slytherin friend. She hid me from Filch." - the boy was clearly proud, it was not clear, however, of himself or Dea.

"What did you do together in the corridors after the curfew?" - I asked, but without waiting for an answer, I realized myself. - "Did you talk to her about the letter?"

“Yes.” - the redhead broke into a smile.

"After the curfew, leaving her to be torn apart by Filch?!" - I did not hold back anger.

Does Fred has a fever? Is it time for him to go to the hospital wing till the the end of his days?!

“Well... Yes... She herself made me invisible. In my defense, I tried to cover up for her first.”- Fred fidgeted awkwardly under my menacing gaze

From the outside it looked funny. Just imagine, a tall and sturdy guy crumples under the evil gaze of some little girl. He also justifies himself in response to her reproaches. Snape would certainly not have regretted 20 points for Gryffindor, no matter how much he “loved” our house.

“Was it really impossible to sort it out during the day? Do you even think with your head or have all your brains been beaten off by a bludger? " - I got really angry.

George broke down and burst out laughing. My burning gaze immediately moved to him. The boy immediately recollected himself.

"Why do I  have to do everything myself... Tell me the password!" - I demanded from Fred.

He was silent.

"Fred…"

He bit his lip and shook his head.  I let out an exasperated breath.