Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 6: A New Friend

I walk in to the great hall with my new roommate.

Heading over to our table, we sit down, waiting for the others. Looking around I can see mainly the First Years, they must be as excited as I am to start the day, some older students are here also, and more filter through the large doors.

"Moorrrnnin' fellow Gryffindors." George says as he and Fred sit across from us. "Can you believe it? Gryffindor!"

"No, I can't. I was so sure I was getting something else." I say as I grab a piece of toast. "The sorting hat said I could've gotten in to any house, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. But Gryffindor won the battle."

"Being a bit dramatic, are we not?" Fred smirks.

"Yes, that is I, for I have not yet woken up, I am being dramatic. Get used to it, I'm very weird in the mornings, but fully me." I say, emphasizing the 'very' with wide eyes.

George smirks at my behaviour and his eyes wander over to the person next to me. "And who is this?" He asks, offering his hand. "I'm Fred and this is my brother George." I choke on my pumpkin juice, attempting a laugh. My roommate thwacks my back.

"What's so funny?" He asks after my lungs start working again.

"You're not Fred, you dag. You're George."

"Firstly- what's a dag?" George asks curiously.

"And secondly, how do you know?" Fred gives me a suspicious look.

"It's not that hard, you just gotta focus... And have some really awesome eyesight! I can tell you two apart from anything now." I say with pride.

"Oh yeah? Prove it." Fred says, brows furrowed. Obviously him and George have a reputation for being mixed up, and that's how they fool so many people. But not me.

"Well let's start with," I squint my eyes and search their faces before straightening back up, "Fred your eyes are darker than George's, and he's slightly taller."

"..." They both stare at me, speechless, as if I just did some really cool ninja move, like doing a backflip off the table whilst juggling a glass of pumpkin juice on my head.

"And a dag is someone who is amusing and unusual, and seeing as you and he are both, it fit."

"You Australians and your codswallop." Fred grumbles, whereas George is cramming sausages in to his mouth, not hearing what I said.

"You English and your gibberish." I raise my eyebrow at him, he rolls his eyes, but I can see a smirk hiding in the right corner of his mouth. Gotcha.

 Looking back at George I can see he's managed to shove 7 sausages in his mouth, showing Fred, who begins laughing which sets himself off and suddenly I'm covered in bits of goopy sausage.

"George!" I shriek, jumping back, wiping my saliva and sausage infested face on my sleeve. "Bloody British, can't you boys act civilized?! May as well toss you in a pig pen! Hell, why don't I do just that?!" I reach for my wand.

George just grins at me- but there's a little hint of fear behind his gleeful eyes- that grin does a Houdini when his gaze looks to my left. I look over at my new roommate and can see she's covered in sausage as well. I glare at him and he looks utterly appalled at what he's done.

"I'm so sorry! I-" He hands her his handkerchief, "I'm sorry." He slumps his head so low you can only see his carrot-top.

"That's-okay." She starts giggling. "I'm-Aradia- by the-way, Aradia -Tyler." Aradia Tyler- isn't that such a cool name?! Tyler!... I mean Aradia's pretty neat, and common, but Tyler?! It's just so cool.