Scratches (Fred Weasley)

(62) Two White Beards

"Fred stop touching it!" Florence chastised, scooting away the bowl of spices from the inpatient redhead. They were in an empty classroom, brewing the Aging Potion that they needed in order for them to join the Tournament.

Lee Jordan was there as well, the one who supplied them with ingredients. The three boys were talking about how they were going to split the money amongst themselves if either Fred or George gets into the Tournament and wins.

"You're welcome to a quarter of our winnings too, Florence." said Lee, making Florence roll her eyes.

"How generous. But I do think I should get more than a quarter. I mean, I am doing all the hard work here." she grumbled, "On second thought, no, I would not want to be acknowledged as an affiliate. You may keep my services anonymous."

She grabbed the bowl of spices, sprinkling it into the cauldron until it emitted smoke, before stirring it out once more.

"There. I think it's done."

George and Fred scrambled off of their seats giddily, Florence filling a flask with the Aging Potion. She handed them a dropper, "Remember, only one drop each. You only need to be a few months older, don't overdo it.

She and Lee Jordan watched the two link arms dramatically, before taking a drop into their mouths.

"Well?"

"I feel older already!" Fred cheered, planting a small kiss on Florence's cheek in excitement, "You are amazing. Thank you. Come on, Georgie!"

They bolted out the door, giving out a loud victory cheer as they ran down the hall.

"We better go after them," chuckled Lee. "But what about these things...? Aren't we going to clean up?" asked Florence.

"Nah, just leave it there. Fred and George will clean it up after they put their names in. Come on!"

The Great Hall was filled with a bunch of students as well, most of them waiting to see who came to put their names in the cup.

"I heard Viktor Krum and the rest of the Durmstrang lot had put their names in early morning," Florence heard one of the girls whisper as she entered the hall. Fred, George and Lee were over by a Gryffindor crowd, gloating about how they were seemingly able to outsmart Dumbledoor.

Florence chuckled, before making her way over to Nicolai and Xander, who were conversing with Alanna.

"Hello, Florence!" Alanna had greeted first as Florence took a seat opposite to hers, "Hello, Alanna. Where is your brother?"

"He came into the hall with me to put in his name but," she giggled, "because he was too excited he actually forgot to write down his name and school on a piece of parchment. So he went back to do just that."

"I see," Florence nodded, "Well, best of luck to your brother, then. I hope he gets in."

"I don't," Alanna said, with a slight shake of her head, "He and father argued about this before we left. Father does not want him to join."

"Oh.. er..."

"Well, how's Fred and George's plan?" asked Nicolai, immediately changing the subject.

"The Aging potion turned out pretty good." She shrugged, "They're going to put their names in in a while...you know, after they start gloating over there." she chuckled.

"Speaking of my brother..."

Julien Fransson had walked into the Great Hall in that very moment. Viktor Krum wasn't the only head turner, as it seemed. There were also a fair number of girls who gaped in Julien's wake.