Double Double Trouble (A Fred and George Weasley Story)

Chapter 7~ Letters, Lumos, and Lunch Time Laughs*

Chapter 7~ Letters, Lumos, and Lunch time laughs

            After my unwanted conversation with Anna, we both decided we needed to handle the issue involving our father.  We had to write back to him, the sooner the better.  I got some parchment and a quill and started to write the letter.  

            Dear Father,

No, we will not be returning to your house.  We ask if you would send our remaining items back to us.

                        Have a nice life,

                        Anna Thompson

        Izzy Thompson

That was it, short, sweet, and to the point.  Anna and I were free from him!  We each had our own vaults at Gringots, and each had more than enough for a life time worth of spending, so based on that, money would not be an issue.  Fred and George sent their Mum a letter after I was in the Hospital, telling her what happened, and of course, she agreed to take Anna and me in for the time we would not be at Hogwarts.

            Anna went to deliver the letter with Cosmo, and after she left, I grabbed my book on Transfiguration, and I went down to the Common Room.  Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in a corner writing essays, a fifth year was sleeping in a chair with a potion’s book in her lap, and some seventh years were studying in a group by the fire place.  I was glad we wouldn’t have to worry about OWLS or NEWTS for several more years; it seems that the only thing the fifth and seventh years do is study or freak out over the tests.

            I picked a comfy looking love seat by the entrance to the common room with a Quidditch book I got from the library a few days ago.  I sat down and started reading where I left off.  About thirty minutes later, Anna came back into the common room from the portrait hole and went up to the dorm to get some sleep.

            I marked the page of my book and I started my way up the girl’s stair case, ready to get some sleep.  I was about halfway up the stairs when I heard my name being called.

            “Izzy! Pst, Izzy!”  I turned my head to see George standing near the railing of the boy’s stair case, trying to get my attention.

            I whispered a quick, “What George?”  To him and he hurried down the steps.

“We need to talk.”  He said once I met him at the bottom of the stair case.

“What do you need to talk about?  I’m always here for you.”

“It’s about this girl…”  He trailed off; his ears were starting to blend in with his fiery red hair.

“Do I know this girl?”  I asked him with a smirk on my face.

George looked down at his feet, then up at the celling, then back at his feet once more.  He murmured something under his breath, but I couldn’t make it out.

“What was that, Georgie dear?”  I said in an overly sweet voice, attempting to pry the information out of my ginger friend.

“IthinkIlikeAnna.” He said quickly.

“Slower George,”

“I think I like Anna…”  His face went bright red.

“Well, I better hope so!  You two have been friends for nearly 14 years now!”  I joked.  I am so gonna milk this for all it’s worth!

“You know that not what I mean Izzy.”  He groaned

“I know what you mean George, I wasn’t born yesterday.  Ask any Gryffindor in our year, heck, anyone in our year!  You two have been just about as obvious as you could be!  You like Anna and Anna likes you, but you are both to blind to see it!”