"Urgh! If I see another book, I swear I'll puke."
"You live in a castle slash school, with about five libraries. Now be quiet."
It was three days after my showing them the prophecy, and instead of just 'having a look around' as they had suggested, I thought we should read up on the matter first.
"Not in precious artifacts of olde castles, in any case."
"You just leafed through it."
"Shut up."
"No, you shut up. Do you actually even want to find this thing?"
"Yeah, yeah." he said, and opened the book again. We were all getting seriously ratty from the lack of exercise. I looked over at them. They were both on the verge of tears.
"Come on, I think we've read enough for the day." I said, and clapped my book shut.
"Hooray!" they both shouted, and started skipping off, with a glare from mrs. Pince.
"Oi! Don't you want to go to Hogsmeade, we should still be able to if we run." I shouted after them. Crowing with glee, they ran off in the other direction. I expected them to just pass me, in which case I could have stared after them in a superior way, but as they got closer they started to bend down and, still running, they gave me a sort of two-man fireman's lift. It is NOT as fun as it sounds.
"Put. Me. Down! Putmedownputmedownputmedownputmedown!!!" I screamed. They tried to make a very sudden turn and we all fell into a screeching heap on the floor.
"I. Will. KILL YOU!"
They both just sat there grinning. Mr. Filch came running over.
"Aha! Caught in the act, eh, Peev-. What are you three doing here? Why aren't you in Hogsmeade?"
"We were just on way there. It's not too late, is it?" I asked politely, my hair askew and my legs somewhere beneath George.
"I suppose not." he said, cleaning his ear out. He lead us to the entrance, and scowled at our backs as we left.
"Where shall we go first? The shrieking shack?"
"Honeydukes?"
"Perhaps Zonko's tickles your interest?"
"The three broomsticks?"
"How about madam Puddifoot's" I said pleasantly. They both stopped to stare at me and I had to laugh at the look on their faces.
"Only joking! The three broomsticks it is!"
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We came back our bellies full of sweets and butterbeer, and pockets full of jokes, fireworks, and more sweets.
"Let's play a prank" said Fred maliciously. I was in a very good mood, so I nodded vigourously and said:"The Slytherins! They beat us last quidditch match, and I know how to get into their common room.
"Can't you two run faster?!" I whisper-shouted. The prank had gone perfectly, but we'd been spotted by mrs. Norris on our way out.
"Crap crap crap crap crap! Come to Gryffindoor, it's closer." I nodded and changed direction. Luckily,the portrait hole was already open so the fat lady didn't see us.
"Quick, upstairs!" Without thinking, I shot up after them and found myself in their room. I barely had time to notice how messy it was because I was shoved under Fred duvet. My grunts of indignation were stiffled by him sitting on me. Suddenly, Filch burst into the room. He was breathing heavily, obviously having run here
"Mrs. Norris... saw you.... never wrong..." He sat down heavily.
"I'm sorry sir, but I think you have the wrong room." Said George politely.
"Then why aren't you in the great hall having dinner?"
Fred swiftly replied:"We weren't feeling too well, so we decided to just go have a lie down and a read."
"Then why are you fully dressed, eh?"
"We were in fact just about to put our nightgowns on, sir." said George pleasantly. Filch was obviously out of excuses, so he did a quick check of the cupboards and beds, the marched off, positively fuming. George let out the breath he'd been holding in, and Fred high-fived him.
"You two, I said worming my way out, wear nightgowns?"
We all burst out laughing, and headed down to the kitchens for
a sandwich and a game of exploding snap. I'm afraid I then ruined it by saying:"So, five o'clock, west library, tomorrow?" They groaned and dragged their feet up to bed. I smiled to myself. They were kind of adorable, in their own little way.
