reality ◦ fred weasley

• FRECKLES&CONSTELLATIONS •

chapter six; freckles and constellations

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"STAND UP FOR the boys in green, stand up for the boys in green!"

The Irish supporters whooped and hollered as they made their way out of the stadium.

"We won!" Robyn yelled, practically jumping up and down in delight.

"We won the bet!" Fred bellowed. He stumbled and almost fell down the stairs, falling into a group of witches, one of whom began to beat him with her handbag.

George and Robyn roared with laughter at Fred, who still looked like an excitable puppy even after his beating. He glared at them, but the victorious feeling that came with winning did not let him stay angry for long.

"I can't believe you won that bet! I mean, how did you guess that? You got it perfectly right!" Robyn asked, bemused.

"We have our ways," said George with a grin. Robyn rolled her eyes, smiling in amusement.

"Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr Weasley warned them.

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money, we don't want it confiscated."

Mr Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know. They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites.

Out of tune singing was making their way towards them on the night air as they followed the crowd back down the lantern-lit path. Leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling madly and waving their lanterns in glee.

Even Robyn's throbbing headache could do nothing to spoil her mood as they finally arrived back at the tent. Nobody felt like sleeping, and given the level of noise around them, Mr Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of hot chocolate each before they turned in.

'There's no one like Krum!" Ron suddenly proclaimed, interrupting the twins' Irish dancing.

"Krum? Krum?" the twins repeated dumbly, bumbling around Ron and getting a laugh out of Harry and Robyn.

"He's like a bird the way he rides the wind!" Ron continued. Fred and George began to flap their arms like oversized, possibly intoxicated birds.

"He's more than an athlete -" Ron was momentarily interrupted by George, who had thrown the Irish flag over his head, " - he's an artist!"

"Think you're in love, Ron," Ginny teased.

"Oh, shut up," Ron sneered.

"Victor I love you! Victor I do!" Fred and George sang. "When we're apart my heart beats only for you!"

They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr Weasley fell into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the table and spilled cocoa all over the floor did Mr Weasley call a halt to the verbal replays and insisted everyone go to bed.

Ginny, Robyn and Hermione said goodnight to the boys before walking into the next tent and sleepily changing into their pajamas. They clambered into their beds, yawning.

Robyn pulled her blankets tight around her, attempting to ignore the headache which was worsening steadily. It was making her feel sick and she suddenly wished she'd thought to bring some muggle medicine in her backpack. Minutes later, the ache was forgotten as she drifted to sleep.

"Robyn!" A frightened voice whispered, shaking her shoulder. "Robyn, wake up! We need to get away!"

"What?" Robyn said groggily, opening her eyes to see Hermione, who looked extremely scared.