❝ mischief managed ❞
❝ with you it's the complete opposite ❞
Emerson Diors didn't always like the Weasley Twins. Their pranks were unbearable. Their attitude left much to be desired. But after their first and second year, they taught Emerson how to...
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There was only one more week before the OWL exams began. But before Emerson could begin to think about that, she had to focus on today's Quidditch final.
Emerson's birthday had been only a few days ago, but it had been spent studying and watching her friends practice for the Quidditch final. The group had decided that after the match, they would play an evening game of Gobstones and Exploding Snap with pumpkin juice from the Great Hall. Of course the energy of this get together would depend on the result of the match. Which was what Emerson had to focus on right now.
Angelina and Alicia woke up at the crack of dawn, forcing Emerson to get up with them. Both girls were a nervous wreck. Alicia rebraided her hair four times before finally growling a profanity and pulling it low into a bun. Angelina was reciting one of Oliver's many speeches in attempts to hype herself up before heading down for breakfast.
Then again, when they went downstairs to the common room, Emerson found the same sight with the boys on the team. Oliver was pacing back in forth, looking much paler then he would during a typical match. Harry sat on the couch with his eyes closed, looking as equally as white as Oliver. But then Fred and George sat side by side across from Harry, looking as relaxed as can be. In reality, Emerson probably looked more freaked out then they were.
"Good morning, Love," George said as Emerson approached. With a smile she leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Morning, George," she said. "Are you ready for today?"
"As ready as I can be," George grinned. "It's better knowing that you will be in the stands."
"Will you two stop that?" A harsh voice cut in and when they looked up, Oliver was staring daggers at them. "We have a match that starts in less than an hour and I don't want one of the best beaters in the school to be distracted the entire final!"
Emerson's jaw dropped a bit, anger taking over as she stared back at Oliver. But before she could throw some filthy insults at him, Fred spoke up.
"Why are you such an asshole, Oliver?" Fred shook his head. "Yelling at them is what's going to be a distraction during the entire match. So shut up."
Oliver looked flabbergasted, as did everyone else who sat nearby. Oliver rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's get down to breakfast then."
George grabbed Emerson's hand as they walked towards the Great Hall. There was both anxiety and excitement bubbling around the group. "You will be anything but a distraction, Emery," he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her temple. "So don't listen to anything Oliver says."
"Yeah okay," Emerson muttered, but smiled when George squeezed her hand tighter. "You're going to do great out there, George."
George laughed. "I'm certainly going to try. And then after the match, we will celebrate you birthday properly."
