Double The Trouble || Weasley Twins

Chapter 8

     I wake up, unaware of my surroundings. I'm in bed. But how did I get here? I really gotta stop partying with these people. Back to how I got here... I-. The memory of asking Fred to stay in bed with me and bawling my eyes out to him about my mom come rushing to me. I immediately reach my arms out, trying to feel if Fred is still next to me in bed. I let out a sigh of relief as he's no longer in my bed. I open my eyes and scan the room for any signs of him. Again, I sigh in relief. I sink back into my bed but remember crying to him.
     I turn around into my pillow. "AHHHHHHHH!" A high pitched scream escapes my mouth. Embarrassment is all I can feel.

     "Are you alright?" Angelina groans in bed. I slowly turn to look at her, still embarrassed. "You're not dying, right?" She yawns, already looking at me.

    "I'm uh... great!" I get out of bed, clearly unable to sleep anymore. "I need to wash up."

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I walk into the great hall. Everyone enjoys their breakfast. While I? I try and find a place to sit. I can't exactly sit with Fred and George. And I can't sit next to Hermione, Ron, and Harry. And I can't sit next to Katie and Angelina. I look around the table, unsure of where to go. A hand raises up at me and waves.
     "Over here, Ava!" Oliver yells.

     "Oh..." I quietly mumble. I walk over to him and sit down. "Hi, Oliver... thanks... for yesterday."

     "Of course! Always happy to help." He smiles. "I imagine things might be awkward for you."

     I sigh, "tell me about it. I'm over it."

     "Are you gonna eat?" He asks.

     "Yeah... I suppose." I grab the food off the table and onto my plate. "How are you? I imagine your sleep wasn't the best."

     "You are correct." He laughs. "Not much room for quidditch in my day today. Lack of sleep and all this homework. Merlin's, don't think I'll be able to focus on quidditch for a bit." He looks up at me. "Hey... come to think of it, got the homework for potions figured out?"

     "Uh... yeah! I do actually!" I smile.

     "Cool... mind if I copy some answers?" He scratches the back of his head. "I mean... if you're allowing me to. I don't want to pressure you!"

     "It's okay, Oliver." I laugh. "You don't need to worry. If you can't finish anything, just let me know. Just promise me you'll review it in your free time. Wouldn't want you to fail." I smile.

     He slightly leans in, "you're genuinely the best, Ava." He smiles with his teeth, showing his pretty smile. "Truly."

     "Of course. I owe you after all."

     "For what?" A voice comes from directly behind me. I jump and immediately turn around to see Fred. I sigh. His face is aligned with me. He's bending down to listen in. "You gonna tell me or what?" He laughs.

     "You didn't hear?" Oliver replies. "Your dear brother jealously called out Ava and Harry and then was caught spilling everything to his precious Angelina." He rolls his eyes.

     "What?" Fred stands back up. He releases his smile and suddenly his face looks scary.

     "I-it wasn't exactly like that! I mean-..." I look down, ashamed.

     He holds no emotion. He narrows his eyes, "I see... thanks for letting me know." He turns around and starts walking away.

     Oliver and I both stare at each other. After taking a bite or two, I'm too concerned to even eat. Without a word to Oliver, I stand up and start running after Fred. I walk outside the great hall and can't find them. On my way to the common room, I find George and Fred talking in an empty hallway. I peek from the corner and try to listen in.
     "Why the hell would you do that?" Fred whispers.