Enchanted [Fred Weasley]

Ninety-Three

Silence was all that followed the woman's question. Ben Kellner didn't know how exactly to respond. He was shocked. With everything going on in the couples life, Ben never expected Florence to announce this news. He didn't really know what to say, so he gave the most obvious answer.

"W-well, uh, you have to tell him," Ben stuttered. Florence stoped crying for a moment. She sniffed and wiped her tears on the back of hands before answering.

"No shit!" She shouted. Florence sighed and buried her head in her hands. "This is terrible," she mumbled.

"It's not terrible," Ben assured. "I know it might seem terrible considering the position you're in, but Flo, you're going to be a mum! Nothing is better than that!" Florence looked up at the man, tears lining her eyes again.

"But Ben, this is not a good time to be raising a child."

"I know, I know, but it's happening no matter what. It's time to accept that fact," he said. Florence let out a shaky breath.

"I have to tell him," she whispered. Ben nodded.

"You have to tell him."

* * *

"I assume Fred has told you him and George's plan?" Grace asked. Reese looked up from the essay she was writing.

"They have, it's brilliant!" She said. Grace lifted her head and smirked. A student at the table over glared at her.

"You do know this is the library right? Some of us are actually working!" The girl snapped. Reese rolled her eyes and showed the girl her half finished essay.

"Um, I am working," Reese clapped back. The girl rolled her eyes and went back to her own work. Reese sighed and turned back to Grace, "as I was saying, I think it's brilliant." Grace nodded.

"As do I. Tomorrow's the big day for it!" Grace exclaimed. Reese sighed.

"Can't believe we're actually done here soon," Reese stated. "I mean, sure it will be nice to start our lives, but these past seven years have just seemed to fly by." Grace smiled at Reese.

"I know, but we still have two years of training." Reese chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess that's true."

* * *

Grace didn't leave her room most of the day. She had her two journals sprawled around her as she added spells. She hadn't worked on them for ages, but now she had the feeling she needed too.

The door to the room burst open. Reese stood there, out of breath.

"Everything okay?" Grace asked. A smile spread of the other girls face.

"It's time!" She cried. Grace's eyes widened.

"I thought we still had a couple hours?" Grace cried as she closed her journals.

"Well you were wrong. Now come on, let's go!"

Reese practically dragged Grace down the stairs. When they reached the large crowd, Reese pushed through everyone to get to the front. Many protested, but Reese ignored them. When they pushed their way to the front, the two spotted the twins. Professor Umbridge looked furious. Fred caught Grace's eyes and winked at her. She smiled back at him.

"So, you think it's amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?" Umbridge asked. Her head looked like it was going to blow.

"They didn't tell me that," Reese whispered to Grace. Grace just shrugged.

"Me either, I think it might've been a last minute detail." Ashton and Aspen appeared next to the other two.

"Shouldn't their plan have been not to get caught?" Aspen asked.

"Just wait," Grace and Reese said.

"What are they planning?" Ashton asked. Before either of the Ravenclaws spoke, the other two got their answers.

"Accio Brooms!" They shouted.

"Oh dear," Aspen mumbled.

Fred and George's brooms, one with a chain stuck to it, reached the twins. They got on and bid their farewells to the devil dressed in pink.

"We won't be seeing you," Fred stated. Before the two flew off, they quickly endorsed their new shop. Before anyone could catch the two, they flew up. Reese gasped as Peeves took orders from the twins.

"Never would I imagine seeing Peeves take orders from someone!" She shrieked. Grace laughed.

"I think they win for best exit," Aspen claimed.

* * *

Over the next week, the only thing Grace heard about was Fred and George's great escape. Many came up to with questions about it. She didn't quite understand why, but she didn't care. However, the rumor that Grace was involved reached someone's ears they shouldn't have.

"Grace Kellner," the shrill voice spoke.

"Professor Umbridge, if you'd excuse me I'd like to go watch the Quidditch match." Professor Umbridge laughed.

"You really think I'm going to go let you watch that? Why, Miss Kellner, it's reached my attention you were involved in the get away of Fred and George."

"The get away? Pardon me Professor, but it sounds like they just robbed a bank!"

"This is no time for jokes, Miss Kellner." As j
if a reminder, the scar on the back of her left handed started to burn.

"Of course, my bad, Professor."

"Now, were you apart of it?" Grace merely shook her head. "That's all, you don't have anything to say?" Grace looked up at the old hag.

"I assure you Professor, I had nothing to do with Fred and George's escape!"

"Did they tell you about it?" Grace knew if she said yes it would be enough reasoning to be punished. So, she decided not to go that path.

"No, they did not," Grace answered.

Even more furious then she was before, Umbridge kept her cold stare on Grace for a minute.

"That's all, you can leave," Umbridge decided. Grace got up and left. Once the door closed behind her, she let out the breath she was holding.