Harry's Twin - Book One // Complete // Editing

He's Not a Git!

It was now entering November. The weather was so icy, I swear my toes froze! On the bright side the quidditch season had finally begun! On the very next Saturday my brother would be playing... Slytherin. Great. Even more for them to fight over.

Wood had decided that Harry would be the "secret weapon" so therefore, no one could know about him playing.

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'Yo! Lydia!' I hear a familiar voice from across the common room.

'What?' I call back.

'Catch!'

I whirl my head around, to see a bag of sugar quills flying my way.

'Yes!' I say catching them, before standing up. I run over to the twins and hug them. 'You remembered to get my quills!'

Once they brought a couple back from Hogsmeade. I forced them to give me one and oh my Merlin. I was in love with those sugary, perfect things. Seeing as they were going to Hogsmeade today I made them buy me some.

Hogsmeade is a wizard-only settlement, near Hogwarts (damn, someone liked hogs), and 3rd years and up can go there! Fred and George love going there, mostly because of the joke shop, Zonko's. They want to start their own joke store one day.

Just then, Harry comes stomping into the common room. I tell the twins I'll be back and make my way over. 'What's up?'

'Some how it got out that I was playing... and I have no idea what's worse,' he sighs. 'People telling me I'll be brilliant, or people telling me that they'll have a mattress under me, ready to catch me if I fall off my broom!'

'Oh, Harry.' I pull a sugar quill out of the bag and hand it to him. 'Sorry, Harry. You'll be fine!' I clap him on the back and tug him over to the twins. 'Tell him he'll be great at quidditch and nothing will go wrong,' I command them.

They do as I said, George completely confused, Fred confused but smiling. I tell Harry that I'll see him at dinner, and walk out of the common room.

I make my way through the castle to the library, where I find Hermione- who would've guessed? She has her nose in a book called "Magical Me" by some dude called Gilderoy Lockhart, who is smiling and waving, obnoxiously, at me from the back of the book.

I sit at her table and knock on it to let her know I'm there. She looks up and smiles, before returning to her book. I sigh and push myself up. I walk over to the sporting section ("Quidditch Quarrels", "Quidditch Through the Ages" "How To: Take Care of Your Broom" and many more quidditch related things... oh, and "Muggle Sports- Football, Rugby and Other Common Games") I pick up Muggle Sports and flick through it.

"Football, also known as soccer in countries such as Europe, New Zealand and Australia is played with a ball on the ground. Only the goalkeeper, or a player throwing it in, can touch the ball with his or her hands." reads one page. "American Football (or football in America) is played with your hands. Muggles obviously were a bit confused while making up the name and rules for this game- football that doesn't involve feet! What?" reads the next. I laugh to myself.

I hear someone walk up behind me, so I close the book and put it back, ready to go back to Hermione. 'Hey, Lyds. Tell Harry I say hi... and that Slytherin will beat him, no problem,' comes a well-known drawl.