Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 8: Third Year

"Don't even think about it, Georgie!" Fred jumps up, holding my object way above his head. I peel myself off the grass and reach for it. He's only a couple of inches taller than me, but why is it so difficult for me to reach it?

"How'd you know?" He says, surprised.

"George, we're twins, I always know." Fred reminds him.

"Right... I was hoping that it'd malfunction for a bit." He chuckles.

"Oy, give it back Fred!" I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest, my brows furrowed.

"Not unless you tell me what it is."

"I've already said, something I cooked up the other day! Now give it back." I pounce up and my hand wraps around it, as well as Fred's hand. He doesn't let go, smirking he wraps his hand over mind.

"But what IS it?" He pushes, he's enjoying this too much. You can tell even when he's not smiling, his eyes twinkle.

..Maybe it's just me then.

"I don't know! It goes bazerk when it hits a solid object, and doesn't calm down until it's caught." I say, trying to pry my hand away, but Fred doesn't let go. I mean, I don't mind it, in fact I kinda like it- wait.. what?! .. what's going on?

"So like a mini bludger?" George says, intrigued.

"I guess, I haven't come up with a name for it. I was thinking bazerk balls, something simple. And we can sell them to the students like we did with the ink bombs." I say, smiling, this is getting fun.

"Can I see it?" George asks. Fred and I look at each other- why does he look disappointed? Interesting. Letting go of my hand, Fred gives the Ping Pong sized ball to George. "Wow, how'd you make it?"

"That my boy, is a good question! I was kinda just mucking around with some substances and made it."

"Can you make it again?" Fred asks, inspecting it over George's shoulder.

"I think so."

"Good, these will definitely come in handy on Slytheri-" George begins. I can see it happen, the little ball slowly moving towards the ground, in slow motion, as if this was a movie or something. Maybe I can catch it? But I'm too late, just as I put my hand out it bounces off the ground, hitting the tree, bouncing off the house.

"GEORGE!" Fred and I yell.

"Sorry, it was sweaty from your guy's hand holding!" He says as we begin to chase it.

"We were not holding hands!" Fred and I yell again. We both look at each other while George jumps around in the air, trying to grab the ball. "Stop that! Stop saying what I say. Seriously! That's what George and you (I, in Fred's case) say. Man, this is irritating. Seriously!" Rolling our eyes, we get back to catching the ball, Fred smirks at me. He didn't hate it, did he? That little rascal. Shaking my head smiling, I focus back on the little ball.

...

Trudging in to the house, we all slump in to our chairs at the table. Me in between the boys, Ginny sitting across from me, the others haven't come down yet.

"What were you guys doing?" Ginny asks, curiously.

"Trying to catch this little bugger." I say wearily, holding it up.

"What is it?" She asks grabbing it. The boys and I sit up alert.

"Do. Not. Drop. That!" We say in unison.

"Why, what is it?" She ask again, looking at it intently.

"Like a mini bludger, so do not drop it!" I say seriously as she carefully places it in my open palm. I shove it deep down in my pocket.