Ch 27: Do Not Look In To It's Eyes!

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"YEAH GINNY!" We all scream at the top of our lungs as our own little redhead gets sorted in to Gryffindor. Our voices being heard over all the cheers, causing some onlookers from the other houses.

"I did it!" She whispers, running up to me. I wrap my arms tightly around her.

"And we knew you would!"

"Hey." The twins chorus from the opposite side of the table. "Why didn't you hug us first!?" They demand, fauxing offended looks as we all sit down for Dumbledore to give his long speech before the food appears.

Don't get me wrong, Albus is great... but his speeches are extremely long. I know why though, and no they're not for welcoming the students if that was what you were thinking, not mainly anyway. He makes them so long because he finds it fun to watch the children wait eagerly for the food. Cruel? No, if you actually take time to look around and see some of the faces people make, its bloody hilarious. And if you actually listened to what he was saying you would realise he was only fooling around, after the first five minutes the rest is gibberish- because that is when no-one is paying attention anymore but instead staring at the plates in front of them, waiting for them to be filled with delicious roasts and vegies. All the teachers are in on it, kind of like their own school prank. But they won't let anyone know because they need to be 'respected' as teachers- and because it's their own little inside joke on the whole school every year. Now you may be wondering 'Chelsea, how is it that you have come to the knowledge of this uproarious horseplay?' Well my dear inner thoughts, I was the one who came up with this brilliant escapade that is so immature that one would think it boring if they found out without the knowledge that all adult teachers were in on it. Now back to finding out who Ginny prefers.

"Because Chelsea is my sister, and you are my brothers." She states as if it were obvious.

"Sister?" Fred laughs.

"Not yet anyway." George winks at us, causing Fred and I to blush.

"She's saying that I'm better than you."

"Hah, that's not what she's saying." Fred scoffs. "Tell her Ginny. You prefer you're adoring older brothers over... her."

"Fred, I'd keep in mind what you say. Remember that's your girlfriend you're talking to." George points out.

Fred glances over at me, he smiles sheepishly. "Love you."

I raise my brow at him, shaking my head with a smirk. The dag.

"Ginny, who do you prefer? Me or your brothers?" I ask her gently. I see her eyes flicker over to the boys. Out of the corner of my eye I see them pulling off puppy eyes to win her over, and bribing her with fizzing whizzbees.

"You." She says without hesitation.

"Hah! Disowned!" I crow, throwing my arms up in victory.

"Ginny!" They both cry.

"Boys.. Let's face it..." I grab both of their hands and shake my head, "your whole family prefers me over you."

"That's not true!" They stammer.

"Alright.. you keep telling yourselves that." I bite my lip to hold in the laughter at their expressions. Absolutely priceless. Am I being too cruel? Of course I am, mwahahahah.

We all know it's a joke though- apart from the boy- I'm not being shallow. In fact the whole Weasley family is in on it, even their Great Aunt Betty's second niece's husband's son's dog's owner's brother is in on it- which is basically their second cousin if you add it all up, just wanted to see if you'd get lost, you did didn't you- But the boys get so riled up about it that they start acting like children and sitting in a corner.

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