𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER FIFTY; theory

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PART THREE
Theory

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" y/n's point of view "

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"ARE YOU EXCITED to actually be Quidditch Captain this year, Y/N?" Angelina asked as we had started to catch up in the common room that evening.

I was sitting on the back of one of the couches with Fred by my side, George next to him, and Ginny on my other side.

"As long as you don't make us start at 5 in the morning like Oliver did, I'm happy." Alicia added and we all chuckled.

"Don't worry about that, we won't start at 5." I reassured them and the two girls let out a sigh of relief. "We'll start at 4."

I chuckled at my joke as the others stared at me blankly.

"Oh, come on, guys, it was funny." I sighed and they shook their heads.

"Don't even joke about that. I might actually die." Said Angelina.

"We're gonna need a new Keeper, though, right?" George asked. "'Cause Wood's gone."

"I'm sure Oliver would gladly come back if he was allowed to." Fred said and we all chuckled. "Anything to make Gryffindor win the cup."

"Do you think I could get on the team next year when you're all gone?" Ginny asked and we turned to look at her.

"Uh, hell yeah." Angelina smiled at her. "You're, like, way better than Alicia."

"Hey!" Alicia elbowed her and the two giggled.

"What are we talking about over here?" Lewis asked, eyes on Alicia as he and Lee approached us.

"Talking about Quidditch." Fred said, but he was cut off when the common room fell silent.

I turned around to see Harry walking in, and practically the whole house was staring at him.

"Dean, Seamus, good holiday?" Harry asked his friends, most likely in an attempt to break the silence.

"Alright." Dean answered. "Better than Seamus's, anyway."

Seamus dropped his copy of The Daily Prophet onto the small coffee table in front of him and stood up.

"Me mam didn't want me to come back this year." He told Harry.

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Let me see, uh, because of you." Seamus stated as if it was obvious. "The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot of things about you, Harry, and about Dumbledore as well."

"What, and your mum believes them?"

"Well, nobody was there the night Cedric died."

"Oh, well, I guess you should read the Prophet then like your stupid mother. It'll tell you everything you need to know."