CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE; the common room

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PART THREE
The Common Room

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" y/n's point of view "

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I SAT ON the couch in the common room that evening as Fred and George set up their Skiving Snackboxes to basically market them off to younger students, who they were also using as test subjects.

I had a notebook in my hands and was working out a schedule for Quidditch practices

Because of the Triwizard Tournament last year, this was my only proper year as Quidditch Captain and I didn't want it to be messed up.

"Skiving Snackboxes." One of the twins was saying to Nigel.

"Sweets that make you ill."

"Get you out of class whenever you like."

"Obtain hours of pleasure from unprofitable boredom."

Keeper tryouts were supposed to be on Friday, but now, apparently, Harry has detention with that Umbridge woman every evening at 5 o'clock including Friday.

Which was when I had already booked the Quidditch pitch.

"Do you think it's gonna be hard to get someone better than Wood as a keeper?" Dean asked me from where he was sitting nearby.

"I doubt we will be able to get anyone better." I told him. "But we'll work something out."

Then Harry started walking past the couch I was on.

"Oh, Harry!" I called out and he stopped. He looked mad. "D'you think you could get out of detention on Friday? I need the whole team there for tryouts."

"I'll see."

"Harry, I need the whole team." I told him and he met my narrowed eyes. "Make sure you're there."

Then he went up the stairs, most likely to his dormitory.

"Hey there, beautiful." Fred slid onto the seat beside me, putting down his clipboard and I shifted my body away from the back of the couch and looked toward him. "Puking Pastille?"

"Get those away from me." I chuckled, pushing his face away with the palm of my hand.

"Aw, don't you wanna try one?" He asked teasingly, holding the sweet under my nose. "Come on, love."

"I'm not going to have one. I don't want to vomit all over the place." I looked him dead in the eyes, and his face kept an amused smile on it.

"Fine." He told me, his tone still humorous as he got up and headed back over to George. "I'll try my best not to forget you when the business really takes off."

I knew he was kidding, I even laughed at the joke, but it did make that uncomfortable feeling settle in my stomach again. I wasn't sure what was going to happen after school.

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