Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 47: Rule 46

He goes on and on and on about it. Enough already.

We've managed to make our way back to the Common Room, Fred going on and on about his question.

"Fred, for the last time, I do not know how to cast a Patronus, it just came to me. And no you do not get to choose your Patronus, for all you know yours could be a ferret."

"A ferret? Aha no, mine would be a big masculine animal." He flexes his muscles.

"You know that a patronus is based off the person's personality, right?" I pinch his flexed arm and pull him over to the couch.

"What are you trying to say?" He says defensively.

"Nothing love." I put my legs over his as we sit there silently. "School break is coming up."

"And we'll be sixth years."

"It's passing too quickly. Our Hogwarts years will be over and we'll have to actually adult."

"Or we'll remain young youthful children for the rest of our lives."

"I still don't know what I want to do when I finish school." 

"I know what you'll do."

"And what exactly is that?" I question him, running my hand through his hair.

"That is a surprise." What's he going on about? How could he know but I don't. "But that'll be unlocked later, what are we gonna do over break?" He changes the subject back to school ending.

"Oh!" I jump up off the couch and run out of the Common Room in search. Racing down the flights of stairs, through hallways and secret passages- that we've all memorized from the Marauder's map- till I find him. Pulling him back through the passages and hallways, up the flights of stairs and into the Common Room, tossing him on the couch next to his doppelganger.

"Where the bloody hell did you come from?!" Fred jumps as he finds his brother sitting next to him, wobbling about.

"One second I was in the library and next I'm here... how did I..." George looks around in shock, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Nevermind that, I have something to bring up with you boys." Grabbing back their attention. "My parents and I are going away to the lake for a couple of weeks over break and we were wondering if you would like to join us."

They look at each other, back at me, then back at each other before nodding.

"What is at this lake you speak of?" They cross one leg over another and rest their chin in their head as they lean back in to the couch, looking at me with half squinted eyes.

I shake my head at them. Such drama queens- could pull off a show in the muggle world. "Adventure."

"What else?"

"What more could you ask for?" I look at both of them. "There's hiking, canoeing, swimming, rafting, camping, cook outs and more!"

"What about magic?" George asks.

"We're going camping." I sit in Fred's lap as they continue to look at me for a proper answer. "Muggle style." I grin.

"No magic?!" George looks at me shocked.

"'fraid so mate."

"... No magic?" Fred pouts.

"No magic, Freddie." I pat his cheek and nod like I've just told the most devastating news. 

"Oh, oh!" I hop up and down in Fred's lap, hearing audible 'oofs' and 'acks'. "And you can meet Pumpkin!"

"What's a 'pumpkin'?" 

"Not what, who. And you'll have to wait and see... that is if you're coming." 

They both look at each other, back at me then back to each other once again. Kind of rhythmic.

"I suppose it can't hurt-"

"to live without magic for a short while."

"How long is this camping trip going to be?" George asks.

"2 weeks-"

I rub my behind after pulling myself up from the ground. "Oh, you guys are such drama queens. You can live without magic for 2 weeks!"

"Hfihdinrfjrhifnod." They both mumble.

"Come on, it's going to be fun. I already spoke to Molly and she thought it would be good for you two to have a break from magic-"

"You already spoke to our mother?!" George gasps.

"Before us?!" Fred follows.

"I know you guys better than you know yourselves. You would have forgotten to write to your parents asking about it, end of the year would come and you'd be at home packing, getting ready to leave when they ask you where you're going." 

"We would not have forgotten!" Fred disagrees, folding his arms. 

"Yeah. We have memories like an elephant." George mimics his brothers actions.

"Oh really." I chuckle, circling the two. "What about that kid you gave mega-itching powder to? Weren't you supposed to give him the antidote?"

"We did.. didn't we?" Fred looks over to George who shrugs. "Well, that was one time."

"What about the cat that you powder puffed purple? He's still running around looking like a furry grape."

The boys watch me as I continue to circle around them. "And the bird you set fire to, and the classroom that you zapped on to the roof, and the bathroom that you flooded, and the first years that you gave PERMANENT makeovers to and the-"

"Alright, alright. We get it, we're a little forgetful. But I'm sure we would remember to write to our mother about a muggle camping trip." Fred cuts me off. 

"Alright. I'm sorry, Freddie." The only way to heal their wounded egos would be to ask for forgiveness. SO bring out those puppy eyes you know they can't resist. "Could you ever forgive me?"

He looks in to them, going deeper and deeper. "Y-yeah."

"Fred! Don't get sucked in to the abyss, snap out of it." George clicks his fingers in front of his brothers eyes, but Fred's lost.

"He's gone." I sigh, brushing my hands together. "And all in a days work. Well see ya."

...

"So you just looked in to his eyes and he was mush?" Heather asks. "Girl, you've got a gift! I haven't yet mastered that skill."

"Don't worry. I'll teach you, and Aerrow will be mush in the palm of your hand in no time."

"How did you guys think you did on the OWLs?" Aradia asks.

"Ow, what was that for?" She rubs the back of her head where my hand made contact just seconds before.

"You ruined the mood."

"Wha-"

"Rule 46 of the teenagers code. No talking about school outside of school hours. And right now it's dinner, I've had a really long day, my head hurts and I needed to drown my pain in a belly full of hot food. Got it?"

"Y-yeah, got it." Aradia eyes my hand as we sit at our usual spot along the Gryffindor table.

"It has been a really long day hasn't it? I mean, I had to do 3 OWLs tests today, and 4 more tomorrow-" Heather quickly shuts her mouth as she sees my hand slide from the table to the back of her head. "I mean.. bring on the food!"

"Ahhhh. And we have peace at last." I watch as the food slowly starts appearing along the table and pile my plate high with roast chicken, potatoes and gravy, lasagna, pasta, etc.

They're tired? I've had 6 different OWLs tests today, mental and physical, and I have another 8 or 9 tomorrow. I'm gonna be dead- NO SCHOOL OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL HOURS!