"Didn't know you was into gingers, Malfoy?"
"Shut up Weasley"
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Gemma Weasley shared many similarities with her siblings, the ginger hair, pale skin, freckles and a super sense of humour, yet she was the one that stood out from them all. Even her tw...
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"Come on Ginny we're going to be late!" I say, dragging my sister by her hand to the great hall. The tables had all been pushed out of the way and in the middle stood the Goblet of fire illuminating the room a silver blue colour. Just as me and Ginny enter the room, Fred and George come running past, cheering and jumping up and down, me and Ginny share a look of utter embarrassment.
Since we were little Fred and George have always found ways to show off their skills. Whether it be giving me chocolates for Christmas that turned my hair neon green for a week, our mother was furious and even suggested a muggle hair dye kit when Aunt Muriel came round for Christmas supper as no spell fixed it. To say the least, me and ginny didn't know if this potion would work, but it would give us a few laughs no matter what.
Pushing through the crowd that had formed around Cedric Diggory to celebrate him putting his name into the goblet, we take our place next to Hermione.
"It's not going to wooorrrkkk" She says, confidently.
"Oh yeah, why's that Granger?" George says as they both crouch down infront of us.
"I mean I did help so I am pretty confident it'll work." I say holding my hands up in defence. Hermione swats my arms down and looks at me in disappointment that i'd help my brothers do something so stupid. But hey, Weasleys help Weasleys.
"A genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion." Hermione goes on to say, which does make sense.
"But that's why it's so brilliant."
"-Because its pathetically dimwitted."
The twins look at me and both give me a high five before they stand up on the bench, the rest of Gryfindor watching their every move.
"Ready Fred?"
"Ready George."
"Bottoms up!" They say in unison, them both hopping over the age line and for a split second, I actually believed they'd done it. That was until the Goblet shot both of their names out, including themselves out of the circle. Both of them lay on the floor outside of the age line, both of them with grey hair and a grey beard.
"I hope we don't look like that when we get old." Ginny says sniggering at Fred and George bickering and arguing on the floor.
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"Krum and you shared a look." I say, prodding for more information out of Hermione. Her cheeks blush and I can sense she's happy about finally being able to talk boys. Ever since first year, Hermione has had the most stupid fattest crush on my twin. She can't deny it, I can see right through her, but Ronald being Ronald, he has never noticed and always pushed Hermione as just being her friend. Hopefully this will make him aware of her feelings.
The great hall is a buzz of students, and Dumbledore ushers for us to take our seats as the Tri-wizard competitors will be released. Dumbledore lowers the flames around the room, the goblet being the only source of light. The room flicks from the icy blue to fire red and a piece of paper shoots out of the goblet, Dumbledore catching it with ease.
