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"Fred Weasley! Put that down and go to bed!"
"But I haven't said goodnight to you yet!"
"Fine, just say goodnight n go!"
Fred Weasley; popular, funny and damn right good looking. Chaerin Chang; intelligent, quiet and opinionated. The...
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"Right then, fake Potter's line up over here please," Moody instructed.
Chae pouted slightly as Fred unwound his arm from her shoulders, leaving nothing but the ghost of his touch which would soon fade away into the night's air. Her soft chocolate eyes watched as Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Fleur lined up. She moved back a bit to stand with Arthur, slightly knocking her elbow on the doorframe.
"We're one short," Lupin pointed out.
Without warning, Hagrid roughly picked up Mungdungus by the scruff of his next, placing him next to Fleur who crinkled her nose and moved to stand next to Fred and George. Chae couldn't help but scrutinise the man.
His beaten clothes gave the impression that he wanted to be respected, he wanted people to give him an authority. He thought he was higher than people in society, his ego was inflated and Mundungus quite literally only cared about himself.
Mundungus Fletcher was a bad apple; discontented, trouble making and dishonest.
"I'm a soldier, I'd sooner be a protector," said Mundungus.
"But it's not about what you want," Chae rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide the stone cold look on her face.
"Shut it," growled Moody. "As I've already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It'll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters'll want to kill them."
"Well, that's certainly reassuring," muttered Chae under her breath.
Before Mundungus could say another word, Mad Eye began to pull egg-cup sized glasses from his cloak and tilted the flask, the gloopy, thick, gold liquid flowing into the glasses like water from a tap.
"For those of you who haven't taken polyjuice potion before, fair warning; it tastes like goblin piss," said Moody, handing each person their small cup.
"Have a lot of experiences with that do you Mad Eye?" said Fred, earning a withering look from the man. "Just trying to diffuse the tension."
Chae watched in slight discomfort as she watched Fred, George and Ron shrink and their hair began to darken with their facial features shifting. Hermione and Fleur's long hair appeared to be shooting back into their heads. Chae couldn't help but scrunch her nose up slightly, it wasn't everyday you saw this happen.
"Wow! We're identical!" said the twins, turning to one another in amusement.
"I dunno, I reckon I'm still the better looking one... What do you think Chae?" he asked, pivoting on his foot to face his girlfriend after checking his reflection in the kettle.
