The World Revolves Around The Moon (Fred and George)

CELL BLOCK TANGO - CATHERINE ZETA-JONES

If you'd have been there,

If you'd have seen it,

I betcha would've done the same!

{~~~}

Fred Weasley spent the rest of the train ride sitting in the very first compartment under the supervision of McGonagall. You'd expect him to be a little upset, maybe, or even pissed off. But he just couldn't seem to get that stupid, Fred Weasley smirk off his face as he looked at his bruised and blistering knuckles, which McGonogall refused to fix. Then again, she also refused to fix the damage Fred had done to Adrian. She probably knew he deserved it.

They were the first off the train, and the first in the Great Hall. Fred sat in the middle of the red and gold table waiting for the others to arrive when Dumbeldore came to talk to him.

"I understand you're responsible for Mr. Pucey's injuries?" he spoke calmly, standing opposite Fred, who nodded, "If my assumptions are correct, which they usually are, Mr.Weasley, you've done that for Ms. Black?"

"Don't tell me you don't think he deserved it," Fred looked up at Dumbledore, a fierce look in his eyes.

"Whether he deserves it is out of the question," Dumbledore nodded, speaking in the way he did, like he knew more than everyone else in the room, "but I'm more then sure Ms. Black can handle him herself, and if she can't she has Ms. Lupin."

"Bloody terrifying, those two," Fred let out a slight laugh.

"Exactly like their fathers," Dumbledore chuckled, "you're a fierce friend, Mr. Weasley," he nodded at Fred and flicked his wand at his hands, fixing up the bruises and gashes before walking away just as everyone else walked in the Great Hall.

"What was that about?" George asked as he sat down next to Fred.

"Nothing," Fred assured him, "what'd Eris say?"

"Well, she called you an idiot, and then Atlas said it was good McGonagall nabbed you because you'll be spared of Eris's rath for a bit."

"Brilliant," Fred sighed, "she was mad?"

"Well obviously. Can't tell if she was mad you did it, or mad you did it without her."

"Could be worse," Fred shrugged his shoulders.

"Could be better," George retorted.

{~~~}

"If you stare at him any harder, you're going to burn a hole through his brain," Atlas elbowed Eris during the sorting ceremony.

"Good, it's not like he'll be losing anything anyways," Eris continued to glare at Fred, who was well aware of her death stares but didn't look.

"Why are you even mad at him, Pucey was terrible to you the entire time you were together. If anything Fred did you a favor."

"He was being rash, and stupid," Eris explained, "there wasn't any reason for him to do that."

"That all?"

"I wanted to do that," Eris scoffed, still glaring at Fred.

"You do realize that being emotional is an unofficial Gryffindor trait. They're supposed to be 'the heart,' right?" Atlas explained, "he doesn't use his head, only his heart."

"Well his heart isn't very smart then," Eris sighed, finally looking away from Fred.

"Yeah, that's cause it's his heart, dumbass," Atlas laughed, "can we please just enjoy the feast for now and you can worry about hexing Fred tomorrow, I've been waiting for this food all summer."