Fred
"New schedules today?" Angelina said as she sat down across from George the next morning. I was eating sausages rather sleepily, the rest of the food on my plate momentarily forgotten.
"I've heard they're real odd, these ones," I replied, pouring myself some Pumpkin Juice as I piled more food onto my plate.
Once everyone had settled down, the familiar sound of rustling parchment filled the hall. Exclamations of excitement were mixed with groans from already stressed looking students.
"New third-year course schedules," said George, passing one to The Boy Who Lived. "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," said Ron, shoving me aside gently so he could sit on George's other side. He glared at the Slytherin table.
George and I looked up to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror for what I assumed was not the first time.
"That little git," George said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down on our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
My mind wandered back to the girl from our compartment again, and my heart fluttered before I realized that they were waiting for an answer.
"Nearly wet himself," I answered with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy. Luckily, it seemed that the moment I spent thinking about the girl was only a second to the rest of them, as the conversation continued on normally.
"I wasn't too happy myself," said George. "They're horrible things, those dementors. . . ."
"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" I said.
"You didn't pass out though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice, seeming bothered.
"Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking. . . . They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," I said, trying to change the subject to raise Harry's spirits. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
Harry seemed to become more cheerful at that, and George and I silently agreed to mind our own business to keep him happy.
"Here, Fred," said George, passing me the fifth-year course schedules as he finished up his breakfast. I took one, then handed them to Angelina to continue passing down.
"Transfiguration first today," Katie said as she sat down next to Angelina, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she grabbed a few pieces of bacon and adjusted her tie.
"Who do we have it with this year?" George asked with a mouth full of toast.
"Slytherin," Angelina read, looking down at the schedule. We all collectively groaned.
"We should probably go then," I sighed, looking at the time.
The four of us rose and began to head towards McGonagall's classroom.
"Third year in a row we've had this class with the Slytherins," I sighed, sitting down next to George. He was staring at the door and watching a group of the gits entering.
"I don't know, it might not be too terrible. It does provide a lot of opportunities," George said distractedly, clearing his throat and looking through his bag hastily. The back of his neck was red.
"Did you have something hot, George? The back of your neck is all red," I said, looking at it with suspicion. He looked up and rubbed the object of suspicion.
"Just a sunburn," he said quickly while he pulled a quill from his bag and grabbed a roll of parchment, avoiding my eyes, "too much time in the sun trying to catch the blasted gnomes in Mum's garden."
"My fault that, have to admit it was worth it, though. Best explosion all summer."
"Have to agree there, a real shock to Percy, wasn't it," George opened his mouth to say more but was cut off by Professor McGonagall.
"It may have passed both of your notice, but class has started," McGonagall stated, her lips pursed.
"Sorry, Professor, trying to catch up with George, haven't seen him all summer." Several students were attempting to maintain a straight face, not very successfully, though.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Fred. Perhaps you should let those who wish to learn do so."
McGonagall walked away to start lecturing on the importance of OWLS. George nudged me under the desk,"Off to a great start, eh?"
"Most definitely."
*(Side Note) I have no idea what happened with the format when McGonagall was talking, can't seem to fix it either.
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