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Sleep It Off

Everyone was a bit miffed in the Gryffindor common room. Neville was walking around mumbling to himself and running his fingers across countless items as he was convinced that tonight was his last night ever in Gryffindor tower.

The twins were stalking around the common room convincing people to bet against them, easy money they claimed, although everyone knew they were swindlers. Of course, that didn't stop Seamus from betting 4 galleons and a bottle of mead he had nicked from his dad.

Hermione was staring at a jittery Harry with a thoughtful expression and Ron was complaining about the twins and how they were always swindling him when he was little with their rigged wagers.

"Hermione will you stop looking at me like that." Harry finally snapped, her thoughtful expression made him feel as though he was a difficult puzzle that she was trying to solve. It was an unsettling feeling, to say the least.

"What's got your knickers in a twist, mate?" Ron asked as it was usually his temper that was bad, although Harry was quick to anger at times too. But that was usually only when Malfoy was around.

"You'd have your knickers in a twist to if you were in Harry's shoes." One of the twins drawled as they ruffled Ron's hair.

"I mean you'd be throwing a royal fit by now." The other twin said pinching Ron's cheek and easily dodging Ron's hand as he tried to smack him.

Hermione expression became rather constipated at this point and her unyielding stare was making Harry even more uncomfortable. And Neville at this point was sniffling as he stared out a window muttering about how the view would probably be just as great in the Hufflepuff common room.

"What are you two even talking about?" Ron snapped at the twins rubbing his sore cheek.

"The resorting, he's going to get resorted," George explained slowly as if he was talking to a small child.

"We all are." Ron scoffed growing more and more frustrated with his brothers.

"Bit slow, isn't he?" Fred commented with a grin.

"Oh shut up," Ron growled.

"Now is that any way to talk to your favorite brother?" Fred asked pouting.

"I thought I was his favorite?" George asked confusedly.

"I'VE GOT IT!" Hermione exclaimed loudly as she leapt up with a victorious grin. Her sudden exclamation had sent Neville tumbling to the floor with a surprised 'oomph'

"Did you hear that George she's got it!" Fred exclaimed

"Got what!" George exclaimed as well.

"Haven't a clue, but whatever it is she's got it!" said Fred still yelling.