Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 19: Hufflepuff's Are Particularly Good Finders

**Chelsea's POV**

It's only three days till Christmas and nothing yet has happened. My mind is just blank on what to do! 

"Hey Chelsea, do you want a turn at Wizard's Chess?" Ron asks from beside me. I've been watching them play for that past two hours, Ron flogging Harry every time.

"Mm? Oh no, thanks. I'm trying to figure something out." I reply, rubbing my face. Why is it so hard to think of one bloody prank- to top them all that is. It's never been this hard in the past.

"Are you thinking of ideas to prank Fred?" Harry asks as he moves his knight to capture a pawn. Ron watches smugly, an idea already set in his mind.

I jolt my head up. "How do you know about that?"

"The prank? It's been heard everywhere." Says Ron as he focuses on the board. "I remember the last prank war yous guys had, everyone's being very cautious and kept their distance since we heard of the latest prank war."

Ohhhhh, that's probably for the best actually, got pretty messy last time. "Alright then... well I better get going, see you."

**Harry's POV**

I wonder what mess they're going to make this time. Chelsea's pretty good, I think she'll win- that reminds me, Dumbledore said she had information for us on the Philosopher's stone... but how does she know?... And how does Dumbledore know?

"Check... mate." Ron says gleefully. "Another game for me- when's dinner?" Of course, the subject instantly changes to food. Does he think of anything other?

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**Fred's POV**

Only one day till Christmas and... nothing! I can't think of one bloody prank! "Nothing, it's empty."

"Well, I could've told you that from day one." George says patting my shoulder. I glare at him as I brush him off, typical George.

"Well, maybe it shows something." Parker says, looking up from his potions work, Snape gave us all a tonne but no-one's gotten around to it... well not me anyway.

"Like what?" Aerrow says, munching on a bowl of grapes that he got from the kitchen, he basically lives down there, except for the fact he's like a twig, you wouldn't know.

"He's been brainstorming a prank for the past... no I need bats ears for that," Parker scribbles out a section of parchment, "so maybe it's his subconscious not wanting to prank her, thinking it could hurt her ... in a way." Parker looks up at all three of us on the couch, from the floor.

Could it be... that my pranking soul has softened? "But Chelsea and I prank each other all the time."

"But you weren't dating her then, yous guys haven't had a prank war since you started... mainly because she wasn't around for the most part." Aerrow inputs passing over the grapes, I pass the bowl to George, not feeling in the mood for food.

George looks at me weirdly as he takes the bowl from my hands.

"Yeah, I guess. I wonder if she feels the same."

**Chelsea's POV**

"Why aren't any coming to me!" I groan in to my pillow.

"Oh, come on. I'm sure there's some sort of explanation." Aradia says, tidying up my bed as I lay on it. I haven't made it since the holidays started, and Aradia got fed up- oh yeah, all the gang have decided to stay back over Christmas, except for Stacey, she went to Paris with her older sister, Siobhan.