Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 32: The Rude Idiotic Git

"It's been 3 hours." I say, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.

"Fred, she'll be fine. She's been out for longer than that." Heather says as she flips through the pages of a book.

"What if she gets caught?"

"She won't."

"She's great at sneaking past people, you should know that." Erin says.

"And she's a prefect." Aradia blurts out.

"Aradia!" Heather smacks her arm. "Chelsea was supposed to tell him that herself."

"Chelsea. Prefect? How?"

"She may be a troublemaker, but her grades are great and she's one of the top students in our year." Stacey says, working on an essay.

"Stacey's got a point, she does put her best in to her school work. Just as much as when she plans a prank."

"Not that much effort really." We all spin around to find Chelsea sitting on the staircase leading to the dormitories. "Just comes naturally." There's that smirk- no, Fred. You need to sort out your priorities first- why would she kiss George?

"Wow. Humble much, Gidget?" Heather laughs.

"Gidget?" I whisper to Erin.

"Yeah, apparently everyone's been calling her that now. The Great Gidget." Erin watches Chelsea and Heather go at each other with amusement.

"But she hasn't done anything for months now." That's what George said anyway, but why should I trust him?

"Yeah, but rumors have been buzzing over the holidays and all of last year. Some think she's retiring because it's been quiet for the past months, others assume she's planning the greatest prank in Hogwart's history. And the rest just love her for who she is, how great she is. Hence the name; The Great Gidget." She explains.

Oh.

**Chelsea's POV**

I should be getting back now. How long have I been wandering the halls? Should be well after 11 by now.

"What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" A voice calls out in the distance. A very familiar, conceited voice.

"Just me Percy." I say, spinning around.

"Oh, well it's not your night shift."

"Dumbledore wanted me to just check." Percy looks at me suspiciously. "You can ask him." Dumbledore will stick up for me, anytime. Besides, he owes me for that time I helped him with Peeves, who kept popping out of Dumbledore's private toilet. An amateur joke, but I set him straight- taught him how to do it right by giving him a special order of one of our inventions, I owe him- but that's a different story.

"Alright... Well I will see you later then." He says as he starts to walk off. "Oh! I almost forgot, can you tell Fred that Mum is coming to see him in the morning."

I have to talk to Fred? But... what if I become motor mouth? What if he find out?

"Are you alright?" He snaps me from my thoughts. I need to set it straight though.

"Uh, yeah. I have to go, I'll see you." I say as I rush off.

"Crazy girl." I hear Percy say as the distance between us grows larger.

I'll just have to keep it simple, few words. Should I tell him? Oh, I don't know! I should, I should tell him.

"She's great at sneaking past people, you should know that." I hear someone say as I enter through the portrait hole. I find everyone sitting in front of the fire, chatting. Smirking, I slowly- hidden in the shadows- slink over to the stairs. Taking my seat, I listen on in amusement.