Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 5: But Which House?!

"What are you looking at?" Fred asks. I've been moving my gaze between him and George for the past 5 minutes while they were chatting away with Erin. At least now I can see their faces, they kept bugging me till I gave them them the antidote for the ink bomb, man they can be persistent.

"Oh, just finding the differences between you two." I say, still moving my gaze between them, I'm starting to rattle them- I can't help but grin at the "greatest pranksters of all time" as they put it.

"That's impossible, not even our own mother can tell us apart." Fred says proudly.

"Yeah, well she's not me. I have impeccable eyesight and can spot something from a mile away. There's this large, intriguing house over the river from my house in Ottery St Catchpole." I remember the nice house, it may be a little rickety but that's because it has about 7 stories to it, but it looks very homey, like my little 2 story home ~ Gidget's Gramary, which apparently means magic, my parents called it that as a reminder and I never questioned what it meant till I was told I was a witch- then everything seemed different to me.

George perks up. "Ottery St Catchpole? We live there." This is news to my ears. 

"Whereabouts?" 

"Just south of that, hidden behind some trees and hills. We live in a large, kinda wobbly, 7 story house." I widen my eyes in shock, that's the house I looked at basically every night when I was little, I like how calming it looked- to me anyways.

"Why have your eyes widened?" Fred smirks at me.

"Oh, just a weird coincidence that I live right across from you, over the river." I reply, how have I never noticed them before?

Erin sprays her juice all over me. From her mouth. And it was grape juice, extra sticky! "ERIN!" I jump up.

"You live across from them?!" She says intrigued while I peel off my soaked jumper and inspect the shirt underneath, nup that's soaked through too, I'll have to change. Amazing what a spritz of grape juice can do.

"Apparently," I turn towards the boys who's eyes are as wide as saucers, and grins as wide as the Cheshire cat's, "is yours the house across the little river near a small forest?" They both nod.

"Nice! We're neighbours!" Fred jumps up and gives me a high five.

"Haha, cool."

Erin stands up and pulls our hands apart after a solid minute. I can see Fred blush a bit. Interesting. 

"Hey, you should change that shirt." Erin picks at my tee. "How about we change in to our robes while we're at it, we'll save time and we're nearly there."

"What, really?" I ask going up to the window. Erin points out the castle and says we'll be there in 10 minutes or so. The boys peer out the window from above us. They stay like that and don't move, so turning around I poke them both in the stomach.

"Hey." Fred squirms. 

"Ooh, are you ticklish?" I say intrigued, I lunge forward and wrap my arms around him, tickling his ribs. 

"Chelsea- stop- that!" He says between laughs, he then does the unexpected and turns the tables. 

"Fred!- No-haha- Fred!" I squeal as he pokes and tickles my ribs. He lets go and we turn around, breathless mind you, to see George and Erin smirking at us with raised eyebrows. I glare daggers at Erin, I know what she's thinking, but she diverts her gaze to Fred. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and see him glaring at George, we're more alike than I thought.