Ivy's p.o.v.
I watched him, whichever one of them he was, I dunno. The one with the slightly greener tie on. I looked over to the other one at the other side of the class, as they'd been separated. He was making a faux-concentrated face, nodding slightly. I snorted. Snape looked up and frowned.
"Miss Skeeter, please enlighten us." he hissed.
"Mh, sorry sir?"
"You OBviously found something highly amusing, since you had the impertinence to laugh in my class!"
"Er... no professor. Sorry about that. Won't happen again."
He glared at me before returning to his lesson. To my great relief, the bell rung just then, so I headed off to the black lake.
It was a stiffingly hot day, so I just sat there fanning myself for a while. It was early September, and yet it felt like mid-June.
"Ello there."
"You must be Ivy."
"That's right." for one fleeting moment, I thought they'd actually come to talk to me.
"Old Snerp asked us to bring you this" he plonked himself down beside me and handed me a dark green folder, my personnal drawing folder. I searched their faces for any sign that they'd gone through it. I couldn't see anything... The other one sat on my other side.
"So which one are you?" I asked rather rudely, feeling annoyed by the fact that I'd been stupid enough to forget my folder. Anyone could have had a look!
"Well, fair maiden, my most ear-pleasing name is Fred Weasley. And that one over there is Giggles."
"Oi!" said George.
I almost smiled.
"So what would one as pretty as yourself be doing out here on a fine day, all on your own? Maybe... awaiting for your one true love to appear?"
"Well, it might just be your lucky day!"
"After years of waiting, all alone..."
"I'M HERE!"
I laughed.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to try a little harder than that, boys." I said
"Shame. So what's in the folder?"
"Nothing. Just some drawings." I mentally butt-raped myself for having told him that. Oh my god, what is wrong with me, I thought. Now he would asked to see them,and I'd be obliged to, and it would all be terribly embarassing. I looked at him. Fred, right? Yes, lake-side was Fred. He nodded and started playing with a flower growing beside him.
"What's the Ravenclaw common room like?" he asked suddenly.
"Uh, well it's kind of like a library, but with fireplaces and a statue and, uh, stairs and stuff?"
"Show us." said George, with a note of urgency in his voice.
"Uh, why?"
Fred looked at George. George looked at Fred.
"Go on, we can tell her!" said George.
"I s'pose." said Fred.
"We're going on a quest for the lost diadem of... ROWENA RAVENCLAW!" he said with a swish of his robes for effect.
"Well yeah, except that we don't actually know what a diadem is." said Fred logically.
"But we heard that there's a statue of her in the common room, so we thought we might guess from that."
I snorted.
"You could have just asked! A diadem is kind of like tiara. But
believe me guys, you're not going to find it."
"We might!" said George defensively.
"I highly doubt it, but go ahead!" I said skeptically. They seemed rather hurt that I could possibly doubt them. They stood up awkwardly.
"Well, you'll just have to wait and see, creeper!" they said and stalked off. I sighed. They wouldn't be the first disappointed. I decided to go back myself, it was almost dinner time. As if they could ever find the lost diadem of Ravenclaw.
