The Wizardry of Trouble Makers (Now Editing)

The Blank Paper

(Alex's POV)

The situation with the bathroom didn't feel it was a month ago. It felt like it was yesterday, 3 December, but it wasn't. And I was glad. George's flushed face over couldn't have increased my embarrassment any more. I walked to the grand hall, getting ready for dinner when George turned the corner.

"Alex!" George ran to me.

My eyes followed him. "George." I smiled.

He embraced me tightly. "Freddie and I are going to Hogsmeade today. Want to come with us?"

"Today, after breakfast?"

He nodded. "That's the idea."

"All right." I smiled.

Fred came by and ringed our arms together. "Wise choice McWilliams." He smiled.

George intertwined mine with his and the three of us skipped to the Gryffindor table. I sat in the middle of the twins. Fred offered me a cupcake at the same time George did and their eyes locked. Fred smiled while George backed away.

I smiled and took the cupcake from George, then I took Fred's. "My favorites." I smiled.

They grinned. "As you are ours."

I grew silent and the three of us would exchange glances while eating. On occasion the twins would throw food for the other to catch with their mouths.

"Seems it's time to go." Fred grinned.

"Only if Alex is done eating." George swallowed the last of his food.

I nodded. "I'm ready. Let's go."

They laced our arms together as we made our way to Dervish and Banges.

"All right, Georgie," Fred opened the door of the shop, "did you bring the list?"

George nodded and unlaced our arms slowly. "Did you bring the money?"

"OF COURSE." Fred grinned. He looked at me. "You don't mind waiting out here do you?"

"What? I'm not going in with you guys?"

"Come on, Fred." George embraced me from behind, showing me to Fred like I was a new puppy he wanted to keep. "She won't tell anyone." He placed his mouth beside my ear. "Right," he whispered.

His whisper tickled and soothed my ear all at once. I lowered my head, trying to hide my blush and grin from Fred.

Fred yanked George into the shop and shut the door behind them.

I stuck my tongue out, rolled my eyes, and leaned my back against the wall. I sighed and put my hand in my pockets while looking at the shop across. Through the window I saw a small, beautiful christmas tree with ornaments flying around it.

I pulled out the parchment paper that I found at the beginning of the year and a quill. I grunted when I realized I didn't have ink.

"Stop!"

I nearly jumped at the sound of Fred's voice.

He dropped a bag on the floor and rushed to the paper in my hands.

"What's going on?"

He snatched the paper out of my hands. "Where did you get this from?"

"The floor of the D.A.D.A. room. Why?" I tried to snatch it back but Fred held it high above his head.

"This is mine." He grinned, waving it back and forth a little higher. "George is going to love this. Hey!" His eyes were wide. "No..."

The paper flew out of his hands. It gracefully glided and landed into the hand of George. "She found it, Fred." He grinned.