The World Revolves Around The Moon (Fred and George)

END UP HERE - 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER

You said you liked my Cobain shirt

Now we're walking back to your place

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"Eri, will you wake up!" Atlas yelled as she smashed Eris's head with a pillow. Like usual, Eris had slept through her alarm, and breakfast would be over in 30 minutes, "we've only got a month of school left, can you at least try to wake up early?"

"No, sorry," Eris moaned, pulling a pillow over her head.

"I'm going to the Great Hall," Atlas rolled her eyes, "if you're not there soon I won't save you any food," without waiting for a response from Eris, Atlas left the dorm room, exiting the dungeons and going to the gryffindor table. When she wasn't with Eris she didn't enjoy spending much time at the slytherin table. Truth be told, a lot of the people in their house were pureblood supremacists. She would much rather be in the company of Fred and George then Draco Malfoy or, even worse, Adrian Pucey.

Yes, that was still happening, and the only person she felt bad for more than Eris was Fred and George, because they had to deal with Atlas complaining about it.

But today, apparently only Fred had to endure it, "where's your other half?" he asked her as she sat down at gryffindor. Atlas and Fred weren't as close as Atlas and George were, but they both enjoyed each other's company, they reminded each other of their siblings (or honorary siblings, in the case of Atlas and Eris).

"Could ask the same to you," she quipped back as she bagan shoveling food onto her plate.

"He's testing some new products," Fred explained, biting into a piece of bacon, "I was gonna go with him but I was too hungry and he was getting annoyed by my stomach growling."

"Eris had another late night," Atlas explained. She'd been having a lot of those lately

"Pucey?"

"Pucey," she scoffed, "I swear, she's even worse every time they hang out. She thinks she's helping him or something. It's disgusting, but she won't break up with the git. Even Dad told her to."

Fred stabbed an egg on his plate angrily, "I don't get what goes on in that girl's head, why can't she just see it the way we do?"

"I'm sure the world would have it all too easy that way, Freddie."

"And you've told her that it's bad?"

"I tell her everytime she complains about him."

"Maybe I should just punch him in the face," Fred thought, tapping his finger on his chin, genuinely considering it.

"That's a great idea, Fred, why didn't I think of that?" Atlas spoke sarcastically.

"Really?" Fred responded, a tone of surprise in his voice.

"No, are you mad?"

"We're all a little mad," he chuckled to himself.

"You won't believe it!" George cheered as he ran into the great hall, drawing lots of attention, not that he cared much. The Weasley's drew attention everywhere they went.

"Snape finally washed his hair?" Atlas exclaimed, half sarcastic. She was sure the last time Snape had washed his hair was when her dad and Sirius had pushed him into the black lake after he called Lily a mudblood.

"No, you git," George rolled his eyes at her, but as soon as she laughed all he could do was smile. He loved it when she did that, it seemed to light up the room.