Odd One Out (Fred Weasley)

TWO ~

I open my eyes, struggling to see as the sunlight shines through my open blinds. Cathy is standing over me, an evil grin on her face. I groan, rolling over, determined to ignore her. I feel her tug on the pillow I shove over my head, the light bright as she pulls it away.

"Don't go back to sleep, missy. You said you wanted me to wake you at 6am so you can go for a jog," she says. "Chop, chop." I check the time; 5:47am. I sigh.

"It's not even 6 yet," I groan again. Cathy rips off my blanket.

"Get up you lazy arse, it's time to run."

I shoo her out of my room and reluctantly pull myself out of bed. It was my fault for asking for motivation to become more active. New school, new me, I said. I have never regretted something so much in my entire sixteen-years of life.

It takes me a moment to don my gym bra and tights, messily shoving my mousy hair into a ponytail. I make my way outside, brushing off Eugene's "Don't be long" and Cathy's "I want to see some running not walking, lazy ass".

The sun is up bright and early today, full of energy, it seems. That makes one of us. I start jogging down the dirt driveway onto the dusty road, running towards the direction of the Weasley house, aiming to run the entire length of the road, however long it is. Or at least until I get sick of it.

The sun beams down onto me, a cool breeze feeling like heaven against my glistening skin. The only sound is the beat of my runners against the dirt ground, right up until I run past the Weasley driveway. Shouting draws my attention. Turning to look at the house, I see someone leaning out of the window – by the looks of them, it could be one of the twins, but I can't quite tell from this distance.

I hear him whistle and I roll my eyes, not stopping my running. Damn teenage boys. I came out here to escape gawkers – not befriend more. I run for another twenty minutes in that direction before I give up running, clearly reaching nothing in the middle of nowhere, the road never seeming to end, and turn back.

As I run past the Weasley driveway, I pretend to not notice the twin now in the driveway watching me in his pyjamas, his hair messy from sleep.

"Bit early for exercise, don't you think?" He yawns.

"I quite enjoy running early, usually there's no one creepily watching me from their window," I smirk, stopping my jog. My breaths come out in small pants as I gather myself. "Why are you up if it's so early?"

"Never picked you out to be a runner," he ignores my comment and eyes out my exposed stomach, his eyes skimming down my legs.

"Keep those eyes in your head, won't you?" I shake my head.

He grins. "Sorry. That wasn't very gentleman-like."

"Don't see much at Hogwarts, do you?" I put my hands on my hips.

He laughs, "Nothing with those stupid robes."

"I'm not looking forward to it, then," I laugh along.

"What house do you think you'll be in?" He tilts his head like a puppy, his brown eyes full of curiosity.

I blink, hands landing on my hips as I finally catch my breath. "Not sure, I've always been smart and have done well in academics, so maybe Ravenclaw," I scratch my head, remembering what Ginny told me.

"Hope not. Could do with some better looking people in Gryffindor, other than me of course," he winks. "I am quite the looker."

"I'm sure you are. You're George, right?"

"Actually, I'm Fred. We just like messing with our mom. We're quite the pranksters, you see."

I bark a laugh. "Now that's a good one. I look forward to seeing what you come up with – but I hope I'm not going to be on the receiving end, yeah?"