Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 45 | Banned

Sneaking around behind Umbridge's back was undeniably satisfying. Passing her in the halls, sitting through her class - all the more bearable when you know you're doing magic without her knowledge.

See, Hermione had created an excellent way to know when the next D.A meetings were, so they didn't get caught and they couldn't continue sneaking around behind Umbridge's back.

It was in one of their meetings when Hermione handed out galleons.

'You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?' Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. The coin gleamed fat and yellow in the light from the torches. 'On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coin, and because I've put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his.'

Everyone thought it was brilliant.

Sarah reached into her pocket, her hand closing around the galleon that she'd been instructed to carry on her at all times.

She'd been intensely staring at Umbridge, who was lecturing the class about 'The improper use of counter-jinxes and how to avoid it', was stood in front of her desk. Her hands were folded in front of her. As per usual, Umbridge was wearing all pink.

Sarah had stopped listening long ago, simply staring at Umbridge with glassy eyes and feigned interest. It was so easy, especially with the faint reminder in the back of her mind that she was standing up against this woman.

Sarah smiled slightly, leaning back in her chair. She finally broke away from her stare at Umbridge. Reality melted back in, with the scratching of quills and the drone of Umbridge's voice.

Sarah bit back a sigh, glancing around the classroom.

Her eyes settled upon Fred, who was seated beside George, diagonally in front of Sarah. His head was balanced on his hand, eyes staring into the distant in thought. His mouth was moving slightly, as if he was reciting something to himself.

It almost made Sarah giggle, but she held it back. She wouldn't want to attract attention to herself in such a quiet classroom.

Sarah wondered what Fred was thinking about so deeply. If only she could read his mind.

Read minds.

It was as simple as that, like the flick of a switch. Sarah had an idea.
  
  
 
  
"So, what do you think?" Sarah asked Fred as they weaved their way through the corridor.

"It sounds cool, how are you going to pull it off?" Fred asked, linking their arms together so they didn't lose each other in the crowd.

"Uh . . . I haven't quite worked that out yet," Sarah replied with a shrug.

"You'll work it out - " Fred began, as the two made their descent to the dungeons.

Coming up the stairs was Slytherin's Beaters, Alma Abbas and Tyler Jacobs, along with a few other members of their house.

The Gryffindor v Slytherin match was fast approaching, which meant tension was high almost the students. It went from simple petty comments thrown at each other in the corridor to literal hexes against team members.

Due to this, Angelina had ordered that every team member be accompanied at all times. Seeing as Sarah was currently the only one with Fred, she tightened her grip upon his arm.