This Is Who I Really Am

Chapter Eleven

The next day it went back to normal. Fred didn't mention the day before and I did not either. We carried on with our day when I realized I hadnt talked to Elliot in awhile. I went to the Great Hall for lunch and walked over to Elliot's table, Hufflepuff. "Eli!" I say happily and kiss his cheek, making him scowl. A good looking guy starts laughing. "Eva, you're so embarrassing." Elliot groans. I snicker and hold my hand out to Elliot's friend. "Im Eva." I introduce. "Cedric Diggory. It's nice to meet you, Eva." He says back and shakes my hand. I try to remember him ever being mentioned in my dream but I couldn't think of it. Maybe he wasn't friends with the Weasley's. I smiled at him and we all start talking about classes, or the lack of attendance. People started getting up for classes, meaning I had to go pretend I was attending. "See ya, boys!" I exclaim, kissing Elliot's cheek and then skipping off. I saw Ginny and happily went over to her. "Hey, Gin!" I smile. "I...I have to go." She stutters, then hurries off. My smile falls for a second but I shrug it off, I bet she has classes. "Granger." I turn and see George. "Weasley." I retort, making a face. He laughs at my fake disgust and throws an arm over my shoulder, "I have a question for you." I look up at him and feel an arm wrap around my waist. I look over and see Fred on my other side. "We have a question for you." Fred corrects. My face was turning red, so I did what any normal girl would do; play it off. "Whats the question?" I ask. "Will you," "Do the honors," "of working in our business with us?" Fred starts, George butts in, and Fred finishes. "Business?" I ask. "We are starting a business!" George whispers excitedly. They link their arms together and pull me into a small circle. "We know you can prank and you're very smart." Fred explains. "How do you know?" I blurt out cockily. He chuckles, "Let's just say it is a wild guess." The way he looked at me made me think he had the dream, the dream that was so real..but not real enough. But with another glance at him I realized I was silly, giving myself hope for something that never existed. So I brushed it off, and carried on with my sassy comments to the twins.