Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 34 - Forgetfulness

Note: It may seem like there are back and forth time jumps, but she's just having trouble keeping her days straight.

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Classes are extremely hard. Despite my attempts to play catch up, the professors are less than pleased.

"How convenient of you to happen to lose your memory just in time for my class." Snaps drawls, staring down at me.

"I'm sorry sir. I've been unconscious in the hospital wing for two days." I try not to let him rile me up because I know that's his intention.

"Like I said..." he pauses dramatically. "Convenient."

"Hardly." I mutter to myself after he walks away. George gives my hand a squeeze of support. I smile at him, grateful. The contact helps ground me.

"Let's get started. If you want to do well on the NEWTs, you better get this right." Fred drops an armful of ingredients on the table. "We spent the last few classes going over the properties of the potion, but since you don't remember, we can go over it again while we work."

"Thanks." I am so glad I have friends that are willing to help me so much. "What are we brewing?"

"Dreamers' Drink." George tells me. "We just went over this in the library, remember?"

"We did?" I don't recall. "Weird."

We make the potion as best as we can. I struggle majorly the whole time, constantly forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing. Eventually we make it through and Snape deems our potion drinkable.

"Exceeds Expectations." He drops the spoon he was using to inspect our work. "Clean and leave."

I go to put up the extra ingredients and stop in front of the cabinet. What is what? I can't for the life of me, recall the names. I stand there for a good minute and a half trying to figure it out before George comes to my rescue,

"Here, let me. Why don't you help Fred wipe down the table." He gently takes the items from my arms and I do as he suggests. George walks me to DADA after clean up is done. He keeps giving me strange looks. Do I have something in my hair? Maybe I smell weird. I was in the hospital wing for two days. At the entrance to the classroom, he stops me.

"I'll pick you up after class. Do not leave without me. Okay? We can walk to math together." His brown eyes stare intensely into mine, ensuring that I heard him.

"Okay, I'll wait for you," I promise before heading inside. I take my usual seat and get out my quill and parchment alongside my text. I drop off my essay on Umbridge's desk, and prep my parchment for note taking. I scribble the date at the top and open my book to the correct chapers.

The girl who sits next to my left arrives and glances at my parchments as she sits.

"You got the date wrong." She points to what I wrote.

"What do you mean?" It looks correct to me.

"It's April the first, not March the twenty second. " She walks off to hand in her essay. I stare at my parchment for a moment before marking out the date. I had forgotten that is wasn't March twenty second anymore. How silly of me.

Umbridge begins class, and I try to follow along. We are supposed to be going over how nutrition can effect our magic and a healthy body means healthy magic. However, she starts discussing historical use of artifacts for protection. That's two chapters ahead. I raise my hand to ask about it, but she just ignores me. After a minute, I reluctantly put my hand down. I don't want to get detention for being 'rude' or something.