Lucinda Evans - still in progress

Chapter 23 - The Battle of the Flirt

We should have never started this Pranking War. I'm dying right now.

"Did you survive the killing curse 'cause you're drop-dead gorgeous," Fred asks.

"I need a pensive because my head is filled with thoughts of you," Mer comments.

"You don't need to Luminous Maxima to turn me on," Fred winks.

"I think I might vomit," I mumble, but neither of them seems to hear me. George and Ernie do give me compassionate glances.

"If you were a basilisk, I wouldn't mind dying to look into your eyes," Mer responds, not commenting on the disturbing pick-up line he just used.

"I don't have muggle money, but I do have a sickle and two knuts," Fred.

I spit out my drink. Unfortunately for Ernie who's seated in front of me. But since Ernie was turning tomato red, I guess he could use something to cool him down.

"Are you a Golden Snitch because I've been seeking you all my life," Mer again.

"If you were a Snitch and I was a Seeker, then would you let me catch you?" 

"If you were a dementor, I'd turn criminal to kiss you," this time she flashes her eyelashes. 

"Are you a dementor 'cause you take my breath away," Fred again.

"Are you flirting with me?" Mer asks in a really flirty way.

"Now why would I do that?" Fred returns a question in a really sappy voice.

"Seriously, I do not need to hear this!" I cry out since I can't take it anymore. Lot's of people are now looking at our part of the table.

"What is your problem all of a sudden?" Mer asks with irritated confusion, probably because I broke their moment. 

"Luce, you a dementor because you just sucked the life out of this conversation," Fred comment with a smile on his face though it doesn't reach his eyes. It's clear he's also irritated because of me breaking their moment.

"Fred, just ask her out for Valentine and get this over with," George, who seems just as annoyed as I do, sighs before taking another dessert. I really don't understand how he can eat after hearing all this.

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It was DA meeting again. We were all practicing how to produce a full-body Patronus when suddenly Dobby entered the room. Everybody stops and focusses their attention on the terrified house-elf.

"Harry Potter, sir... Dobby has come to warn you, but the house-elves have been warned not to tell..." the house-elf starts while his body is shaking.

"What's happened, Dobby?" Harry asks, grabbing the elf's arm and holding him away from anything with which he might seek to hurt himself. 

"Harry Potter, she... she..." the house-elf starts again but can't seem to continue.

"Who's she, dobby?" my brother asks. "Umbridge?"

The house-elf nods his head while he starts to cry.

"What about her? Dobby, she hasn't found out about this — about the D.A.?" I ask.

"Is she coming?" Harry asks quietly. 

"Yes, Harry Potter, yes!" Dobby cries out while trying to hurt himself.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Harry bellows. "RUN!" 

Like in slow-motion everybody seems to understand what is happening and starts running as fast as they can towards the exit. We all run around towards different staircases to escape or other parts of the castle on this floor where they can pretend to be studying.