𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE; the portable swamp

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PART THREE
The Portable Swamp

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" y/n's point of view "

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OVER EASTER HOLIDAYS Fred and George's antics died down, leaving the castle with a bit of peace over the break.

On the last evening of the Holidays, I was lying on one of the couches in the common room, reading one of my books I got from Tonks for Christmas, as Harry, Ron and Hermione talked about their upcoming Career Advice meetings.

"Well, I don't fancy Healing." Ron said, reading a St Mungo's pamphlet. I put my book down to watch him. "It says here you need at least an 'E' at N.E.W.T level in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts. I mean, blimey... they don't want much, do they?"

"Well, it's a very responsible job, isn't it?" Hermione said, seemingly only half-paying attention as she read a Muggle Relations leaflet. "You don't seem to need many qualifications to liaise with Muggles; all they want is an O.W.L in Muggle Studies: Much more important is your enthusiasm, patience and good sense of fun!"

"You'd need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle." Harry said. "Good sense of when to duck, more like."

As he read out something on his banking pamphlet in his hands, I looked to Ron.

"Pass me the Healer leaflet, Ronnie." I held out my hand and he gave me a dirty look, but handed it. "Cheers."

"Why do you need that, you already did your Career meeting two years ago."

"Yeah, and it was a disaster. I only decided what I wanted to do this year." I said as I opened the leaflet.

"Hey." Fred said into Harry's ear and he walked around to sit next to me on the couch, sticking his legs onto the table in front of us and knocking a bunch of booklets onto the floor. "Ginny's had a word with us about you."

Fred's arm moved around my shoulder and he pulled me closer to him as he talked to Harry, George sitting on my other side.

"She says you need to talk to Sirius?"

At my father's name, my head looked up from the Healer booklet and to the others.

"What?" Hermione froze her movements of picking up the pamphlets from the floor.

"Yeah... Yeah, I thought I'd like -" Harry's voice seemed like he was trying to keep it casual.

"Don't be so ridiculous." Hermione stated as she sat up straighter. "With Umbridge groping around in the fires and frisking all the owls?"

"Well, we think we can find a way around that." George said, stretching and smiling. "It's a simple matter of causing a diversion. Now, you may have noticed that we have been rather quiet on the mayhem front during the Easter holidays?"

"What was the point, we asked ourselves, of disrupting leisure time?" Fred continued and I rolled my eyes. "No point at all, we answered ourselves. And of course, we'd have messed up people's revision, too," He nudged me as he said that. "Which would be the very last thing we'd want to do."