Scratches (Fred Weasley)

(48) Just Talk

(Reuploaded bc wattpad was being shitty. Made a few changes tho)

"This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea." George mumbled throughout their hike, a muggle flashlight in hand. They knew that their father had somehow taken their wands in their pretend nap, for some reason, he must have forgotten that they were still underage.

Fred and George crept through the busy campsite, most of which, the people were getting ready to go to the stadium. Fred couldn't wait much longer, and decided to do it a couple of hours before the game started.

Go to the tent, somehow persuade Florence to come out, have Fred talk to her. It seemed like a really, bloody easy plan. But was it, really? George doubted that for sure, and had expressed it multiple times during their walk, hoping that somehow it would get through to Fred before they even arrived.

"How is this any different from our countless after curfews adventures in the castle?" scoffed Fred, who was getting annoyed with his brother's repetitive mumbling, "Pipe down, will you?"

"Okay first off, must I remind you that we're not worrying about that warty old Filch catching us, right? This is Florence—"

"You're making it sound like she's dangerous. Are you actually scared of her, Georgie?"

George's cheeks flushed into a light shade of pink, "Not scared, per say. But admittedly, Freddie, she is scary when she needs to be. And I don't want to get on her bad side."

Fred chuckled, "You're already on her bad side."

"Yeah. Thanks to you, tosser. You could have just told her how you felt and everything would be sunshine and rainbows—" Fred clamped a hand over his mouth, cutting him off.

"We're here." said Fred, seeing the familiar Alexander Haddlowe outside, sitting crisscross on the grass in a serene manner.

That was until he had spotted the both of them, making him topple over in his franticness to get up. And when he did, he wasted no time going up to them.

He was essentially a couple of inches taller than the two, not exactly towering over them, but just enough to slightly look down at them.

"What in Merlin's name are you two doing here?!" he reprimanded in a harsh whisper, arms folded over his chest in displeasure.

"I need to talk to Florence, mate. Please just persuade her to come out for a couple of minutes. I just want to explain." said Fred, only to be promptly turned down.

Alexander chucked hollowly, "Uh, no. I don't bloody think that's going to happen. She's mad at you, what part of that do you not understand?"

"I understand that, I bloody do, okay? That's why I'm here, so hopefully I could explain and so she wouldn't be mad at me anymore."

"Couldn't you have just waited until we got back to Hogwarts to do that? Why here?"

George nodded in agreement, "Well that's what I told him. I would be enraged if he listened to you though.... Jealous, more like."

"Why don't you go play Romeo for someone who gives a shit?" Alexander sighed, "Because Florence doesn't want to see you."

Both Fred and George stared blankly at him, clearly not getting the reference that he had said.

Alexander rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious, you two best head back to wherever your tent's at. If she comes out I'm going to look incredulously guilty."

George's eyes flickered to the entrance of the tent, eyes widening as he did so, "You spoke to soon, mate."

Florence stood there, slowly making her way towards Alexander. She held a tense expression on her face, "Why are you here?" she said, addressed to Fred, obviously. Nicolai came out moments after, a toothbrush still jammed inside her mouth.