Undesirable (George Weasley)

16

And I did. The very next morning, while I was having an animated discussion with Angelina about why I thought a troll would beat Malfoy in a fight, two wisps of red hair came bounding into the great hall. Sighing, I watched as their presence backs greatly known, thanks to the amount of idiots cheering alongside them. The golden trio looked intrigued with what was about to happen, moving in closer to the goblet to see any type of action for that morning. I felt Hermione motion next to me, and granted her a smile. She returned one, slightly nervously, and I could tell that something was on her mind. I made a note to ask her later on, knowing I would have to attend to the twins in the hospital wing.

"Thank you thank you, well lads we've done it." George sent a wink my way, making me giggle in return. I mentally cursed myself for feeding into their ridiculous behavior.

"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred added.

"It's not going to work." Hermione leaned to me, and I nodded in agreement.

"I know, sometimes you have to let them fail so they can succeed"

Fred quickly whipped his head our way, sending the three of us a smirk.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"I wouldn't try and use logic Hermione, they don't respond to it very well." Hermione stifled a laugh, which only made the twins scrunch their eyebrows in confusion.

"So?"

"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion." She responded, rolling her eyes.

"That's why it's so brilliant." George responded, and a second later Fred added "because it's so pathetically dimwitted." Watching the twins gather themselves before the goblet, I subconsciously took a few steps back. Following my lead, the rest of the room seeemd to retreat backwards.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

And together, they both muttered the phrase "bottoms up."

I watched as they downed the potion, both of them excitedly flavoring between each other. Counting to three, they jumped across the aging line, bracing themselves for the impact of whatever spell Dumbledore had created. When nothing happened, everyone in the hall cheered for the two, and they high fives themselves around the flame.

"Did they really do it?" Angelina questioned, and I put my hand up as a single to wait."

"Hold on."

Just as I said this, the dripped the parchment into the goblet. For a second, it appeared that the age potion had worked, until a bright blue flame knocked the two about 20ft away from the goblet. Just as the crowed had cheered, they laughed and pointed all the same.

I watched as the twins, who were now laying across the grea hall, slowly sat up. Instead of the usual tufts of red hair they usually adorned, long, white hairs sprouted from both their heads and their chins. Stifling a laugh, I watched as the two fought each other on the tiled floor of the Great Hall.

"What was it you wanted to ask, Hermione?" I questioned. She blushed, suddenly looking nervous, so I ushered her into the hallway towards where Fred and George had run off to, assuming they were heading for the hospital wing.

"I- hm, well, I've noticed how good you are with school and I was wondering if you could help. Help me." She wouldn't meet my eyes, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Help? What do you need help with?" She played with her hands, a nervous habit I had picked up myself.

"Well, I met someone. In the library, and they don't speak English very well. I wasn't sure if you, ah, had any tips on learning a new language? I know this sounds poposturous and everything but-" I cut her off.