Scratches (Fred Weasley)

(65) Mishaps

The rest of the week had rolled by pretty fast, fortunately. Florence did not at all like the heaps of homework that she had to do every night, and was finally thankful to have atleast some time to rest, seeing as she had finished all her work on Friday night.

She had completely forgotten about the Hogsmeade weekend, Nicolai took it upon herself to remind her in a rather harsh way. Let's just say that she was woken up with her mattress on top of her, clearly off of it's bed frame.

"Nicolai! Alexander!" she shrieked, hearing their muffled laughter as she struggled to push the mattress off of her. She flailed momentarily, untangling herself from her duvets before using all of her strength to kick the heavy foam off.

"I—" she gasped, rising from the pile of blankets and pillows, "I'm getting back at you two for that."

"Hey, not me," said Nicolai a matter-of-factly, "I was just getting back at you for last time. Xander, however, you should get back at him."

Florence huffed as she heaved her foam back into the bed frame with the help of Alexander, "So, any reason why you two decided to invade my sleeping hours?"

"Uh, duh," said Nicolai, who picked up her pillows and duvet, "It's hogsmeade weekend. Fred said he had something in store for both of you—ow!" she wailed, as a pillow smacked into her face.

"And he specifically told you it was a secret, nitwit." Alexander said, arms crossed over his chest.

Florence chuckled at this, picking her pillow off of the floor, "It's okay, Nic. You tried. Besides, that didn't really spoil any details so it's okay."

"And while you're going with Fred, the Franssons are joining Xander and I," said Nicolai excitedly, "I can't wait. I haven't really seen Julien around lately, but boy will I enjoy all those hours with him."

"I'm sure you will," Florence mused, "Now Xander, out! I need to take a shower and change."

"Aye aye," he said, giving a brief salute before exiting the room.

She had prepared fairly quickly, Florence throwing on simple clothes—she didn't want Fred to think hat she was getting too ready and was actually looking forward to something. Not that it's a bad thing. She was going to keep it a secret that she had changed her outfit several times.

Julien and Alanna were there, surely, at the Ravenclaw with Alexander and Nicolai. Julien's head turned as she sat down, greeting him with a smile. "Ah, hello, Florence, you look lovely."

"Er," she said, looking down at her shirt and pants, "Thanks. I didn't think I'd fish any compliments with this—"

"He likes your shirt," Alanna said, pointing to the Wizarding band that was imprinted on it, now fading due to the constant washing.

"Oh! Well, I don't really listen to this band. Infact, I don't even know who this belongs to. I found it in one of the boxes at home. Must be my mum's."

"My mother liked the band too," said Julien, "She is very fond of music, so much that we still catch her trying to dance discreetly while she played her records."

"Does your mum listen to Muggle music, though?" asked Nicolai, recalling the possibly hundreds of Beatle records her mother had tucked away in a shelf, "My mum loves muggle music."

Soon they were very engrossed in the topic of music that Florence stood up from her seat, wandering around the corridors near the entrance to the Great Hall, eyes skimming the Gryffindor table frequently in search for a redhead...