Us ; George Weasley

One-hundred and four

"You want to join the apparition course?" Flitwick asked as I had stayed behind after Charms class, wanting to talk to him about my timetable.

"I've got the money." I nodded. "Twenty galleons, right?"

"Twelve." he corrected me. "The price has been lowered."

"Okay." I nodded. "Well that won't be a problem. Who do I give the money to?"

"I'll put you on the list and you'll just give the money to your father or Mr Quilt at the beginning of class tomorrow."

Huh?

"My father?" I questioned. "And Mr Quilt? Raymond Quilt?"

Flitwick nodded, his focus being on the stack of books he was moving with some magic.

"As one of the best aurors in the wizarding world, the school first asked your father to step in and do the twelve-week course but seeing as the class is pretty full this year, they decided to ask Mr Quilt as well."

My uncle has been working alongside my father an auror for years. Now he hates his guts but that's because my dad cheated on my uncles sister a.k.a, my mum and with the experience of cheating on my mum's side of the family, it's something we strongly dislike.

"Oh..."

"Is that something that'll make you change your mind, Miss Silverberry?" Flitwick asked. "Do you still want me to write your name on the list?"

"Uh... yes." I nodded. "Thank you. Could you put Marcus Partridge on as well? He's got the money and want to join too but he's had something important to do after class so he couldn't stay behind."

Professor Flitwick looked at me with a hesitant expression before he gave me a little nod.

"Oh well... I'll add Mr Partridge's name as well." he said. "Now get going. I'm sure you would want to get some lunch before your next class."

"Thank you professor." I nodded and turned around, walking out of the classroom, though I stopped immediately, looking at the two faces while the door closed behind me.

I sighed.

"Tell me... if I used flea spray on you, would you finally leave me alone?"

Warrington let out a laugh as he threw an arm around me, forcing me to walk with them as Pucey walked on the other side of me.

"You've got a nice sister." Pucey told me. "A fine piece of arse."

"Don't you–"

"Uh-uh." Warrington tutted, tightening his arm around my neck to pull me closer against him. "If I were you, I wouldn't start talking back to him. Remember what happened the last time?"

"Who knew that Allie Silverberry had a sister, huh?" Pucey laughed. "And a hot one at that. She's way hotter than you – sexier as well. I like myself a good woman with some curves but the slim ones are even better."

How I'm hoping that Marco or George or anyone are close by.

"Funny that you think women only exist for your pleasure." I said. "Why do you think we care if you like us or not? The only opinion I care about is–"

"What?" Pucey cut me off. "Weasel? Your little boyfriend? That's pathetic."

"What? Because he can get a girlfriend and you can't?"

At that, Warrington wrapped his hand around my throat and a second later, I was pinned against the wall with both of them being all up in my face.

"Ooh, kinky." I wiggled my eyebrows at him but it only made him tighten his grip to the point where I was only able to breathe limited air.