What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 7: What Have I Gotten Myself Into

A/N sorry if this was crappy, I'm having computer troubles, so I have to type this from a freaking phone!! Ahhhhhhhhhh! K onto the story:

The weirdest thing that have ever happened to me happened yesterday:

George Weasley tried to hold my hand.

Twice.

But he tried.

It failed.

But....George Wealsey, blood traitor and Gryffindor, tried to hold my hand.

It was the most awkward experience I have ever been in. The first time was when Harry Potter got chosen as a forth champion. Oh, did I mention, Dumbledore decided to let him compete! That's ridiculous! If I had gotten chosen, I would have been expelled in a second. Stupid teachers pets.

Well, as I was saying, the second time was when we were walking out of the Great Hall. George decided to walk me back to my common room (no matter what I said, he refused) so, he tried to hold my hand. I slapped him.

Hard.

I doubt he'll try that again.

I decided to try and push that memory out of my mind, so I didn't write it in my notebook. Now, as I walk down the hallway to History Of Magic, I start thinking in the back of my mind about what the first task will be.

Well, it will be dangerous, that's for sure. Maybe dangerous enough to kill Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory. Please. God, if you are there, please please please let Diggory and Potter die very painfully during the first task! That would be amazing.

But how likely is that? I never get what I wish for, as I have observed multiple times, so, naturally, they will both tie in first or something. That show bad my luck can get. Honestly, I don't know how I haven't been slowly and brutally murdered. Wait! I shouldn't jinx it.

"Oi Cass!" A voice whispers very quietly from behind me, causing my to jump up in alarm, and drop all my books.

I whip my head around, to be face-to-face with none other than George freaking Weasley. "George Weasley, you heinous idiot! Don't do that!" I yell at him as I bend down to pick up my books.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Did you just call me an anus?"

I sigh at the lack of brain cells that George Weasley possesses. "No, I did not call you an anus! You utter idiot." I stand up to look him straight in the eye. Well, more at his chest. I can't help being short! "I said heinous! It means cruel! Dimwit." I mumble as I turn around and begin my trek to class.

"Wait, Cass!" George calls as he runs down the hall to keep up with me.

"What do you want Weasley?" I groan as I stop dead in my tracks.

George grins his usual stupid grin. "Wanna skip class with me? Or would you rather go to History of Magic? Well, knowing that you're a Ravenclaw, you probably would want to go to class with Binns."

I raise my eyebrow with suspicion. "How do you what my class is?"

"That's for me to know and you to never find out." He says mysteriously. "So, is that a yes, you would like to ditch with me, or a no?"

Before I know what I'm doing, I say, "Why not?"

"I knew you would come around. Now come on! Let's go get some dung bombs!"

"For what....." I ask slowly, not really wanting to know the answer.

"To bomb Filtch's office, of course!"

I shake my head. "No way. We'll get in huge trouble! And I don't fancy a detention with Mad Eye."

"Goody goody!" George taunts.

"What! I am not a goody goody!" I insist, annoyed.

George raises his eyebrows as a smirk forms on his face. "Prove it."

"How?"

George ponders for a minute, before responding. "Go swim in the Black Lake."

My eyes widen in alarm. "What?! No way!"

"Goody goody." He says smugly, with a stupid smile on his stupid face.

It is out of pure hatred that made me say the next word; "Fine."

Oh dear.

What have I gotten myself into?