reckless ϟ fred weasley

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PERRIE WOOD woke up on the first of September to her brother's obnoxious shouting. She groaned, rolled over, and closed her eyes tightly, hoping to sleep again. However, her brother, Oliver, barged into her room with a grin.

"Up you get, Perrie!" He shouted, walking towards her bed, and pulling the large blanket off of her body. "We have to get to the station!" He reminded.

Perrie slowly sat up, a frown on her face. Sometimes she wondered how she was related to a morning person like Oliver. She remembered that at exactly 11 AM, she would be on a train that would be taking her to Hogwarts. More importantly, she would be be seeing Fred and George Weasley for the first time since school ended, along with her best friends , Cedric Diggory and Diana Hillside. That was enough to get her out of bed.

Perrie grabbed her chest and other belongings, groaning as she struggled to run down the stairs.

"Fifth year, Pear!" Oliver grinned, rubbing her head and messing up her hair. Perrie rolled her eyes at her older brother's ridiculous nickname for her as she ran her hand through her hair in attempt to fix it. Some food nicknames were cute, like pumpkin or sweet pea, but pear? It was humiliating and she couldn't get him to drop it.

"You're one to talk! It's your seventh year! What am I going to do without you? What's the Quidditch Team going to do without you!" Perrie exaggeratedly questioned.

Oliver snickered at his sister's sarcasm. "They've got Potter, you know how bloody well the kid plays. Also, Angelina is a pretty damn good player, don't underestimate her. And don't make me spend my final year worrying about you — that's for when I'm no longer attending Hogwarts and I can't keep an eye on you. You're like a boy magnet."

Perrie scoffed, "Boy magnet? People only talk to me to get close to you, Mr. Captain of the Gryffindor Team. This the year you win the cup?"

"People talk to you for other reasons, not just to make the team. Like, Fred and George. They made the team and then talked to you. Though I'm not very happy about how...friendly they are with you—"

Perrie cut Oliver off mid-sentence, hitting the back of his head. "Just friends, Oliver." She scowled, before silently sighing. "Just friends."

"Anyways," Oliver said, narrowing his eyes at his younger sister, upset she hit him. "This has to be the year we win the cup. It's my last year, I'll kill for the cup."

Perrie raised her eyebrows, unamused. "Okay, not necessarily kill." He muttered. "Seriously, Pear. It's my dream to win this, if it doesn't happen, I'll never play Quidditch again."

"Don't be so melodramatic, you'll win it. What can Potter fuck up this year?"

Oliver shrugged, "Hopefully not too much." He sighed. "Now finish your breakfast! Mum! Dad! Let's go!" He shouted, gathering his luggage, his broom tucked safely underneath his arm — which just so happened to be the broomstick Perrie got him for Christmas last year. She saved up her allowance for most of the year just to buy it. She only hoped he wouldn't break it anytime soon — but rough game Quidditch is.

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"Okay, but I'm not going to—" Perrie was cut off mid-sentence when her best friends, Cedric Diggory and Diana Hillside, rammed into her body. "Bloody hell!" She screamed before slapping her hand over her mouth. She stared up at her mother innocently from the floor while her two friends laughed and helped her up, sending Mrs. Wood an apologetic smile.

Mrs. Wood rolled her eyes but greeted Perrie's friends, knowing them well from the days they'd come over during the Summer — Diana had even spent the holidays with them once or twice. "You lot stay out of trouble, you hear me?" Mrs. Wood scolded, a small smile on her face.