LILAC (Fred Weasley)

Chapter 59

„Dear Diary,

„I think I'm going to vomit!"

„You are not."

„I think I'm going to vomit, seriously."

„You are not"

„I am going to vomit."

„You. Are. Not. Going. To."

„I think-"

„Geez. I am so bored." I groan leaning my head back on the backrest of the stool. Sunlight is blinding me and I sneeze.

Gemma looks at me with a death stare that could have killed a whole quidditch team. She should just keep that look at the match later and it's settled, no worries at all. Apart from this stupid homework I need to do. This is a whole different worry. Who the fuck thought giving five essays as homework would be useful. Certainly not my brain.

„This is stupid nonetheless. I better just let it as it is and get that detention from Snape. I don't care anymore." I breath out. I know Gemma better than she knows herself sometimes. I know her mind is now occupied with my laziness and how I should never ignore my school duties. In less than a minute she will have forgotten about the upcoming match today and instead will scold me.

She puts her hands down, looking at my untouched parchment. „You should care. You can't allow yourself to slip now. This is O.W.L.s year. You need to prepared as best as possible. Especially in important classes."

„But I've already done enough today. Best thing I can offer is to keep working tomorrow." I look at her and scoot further down on the chair.

„Okay, then how much have you done today?"

„I put everything on this table, made a list on what I need to do. Opened the ink bottle, looked at the parchment."

If looks could kill. There she does it again.

„Hey, I even prioritized the important stuff on my list. With numbers. Here." I show her my list, pointing at it, as if my life depended on it.

„You better start writing."

„You sound like McGi. Just not as fun", I mumble.

„What did you just say?" She turns around to me again.

Abruptly I sit up and grab my feather. „Nothing."

Okay I've got this. I can do this. No worries. No big deal. Just easy peacy writing. Writing about a topic I don't care about. I hate this. I can't do it. I groan again and lean back.

„This is boring!"

„You haven't even tried!"

„I have. I've put so much effort into it, I am fully without energy."

Gemma could just let this one slide, but she doesn't. I get a full rant as to why I shouldn't be such a dick when it comes to school work. Her word choice, not mine.

From the side of my vision I see Sean walking into the library. I prayers got answered, because the scolding will stop now any minute. He says goodbye to one of his friends and struts over to us.

„What's up girls?" He ruffles my hair and takes the seat opposite of us.

Gemma stops and throws the same killing glance at her brother. „Where have you been?"

„I had prefect duties? What has your knickers in a twist?" Sean puts out his books and furrows his brows.

I get excited. Will this today be the first Olsen show off? Will I be the judge? Will Gemma now throw Sean through the whole library? Maybe I can sell tickets? I need knew prank gadgets anyway.