Protégée (George Weasley)

Chapter Eighteen

George gaped, watching in awe and amazement as Lisa hit the target on the player dummies for what he counted as the 20th time in a row. She swiveled around, beaming at George, ready to hear his input, "How'd I do?"

She had been training under the Weasley twins' supervision for a week now, slowly learning all the ropes and tricks that they used in their games. She had started practicing with the whole team the day before too, Andrew now slightly impressed with her progress, however her balance and hand coordination still needed a lot of work, which George tried to fix right away.

"...Better, better than I ever was when I started out, that's for sure. I don't think I'll need to teach you much about swinging, you have a pretty good arm." he said, making Lisa glow with pride, "Thanks, but I'm pretty sure it's because we're just using practice bludgers and actually not up in the air. If put in the real situation, I don't think I have the proper coordination yet."

"True," George said, "A metal bludger is heavier, so you'll have to swing harder with more precision in order to get it to where you want it. And flying should be easy now, just remember all the things Fred and I taught you the last time. Honestly at this point, all you need is more practice, and you'll be good to go."

"Thanks," she said, setting her broom down, "So, speaking of your Fred, where is he?" she asked in attempts of engaging in small talk as she reached for her water bottle.

"Oh, he's taking care of our prank product business. We can't leave it alone, not when business is booming at the moment."

"Really?"

"Umbridge Regime," he said with a chuckle, "Everyone just wants to get away from her that they'll deliberately consume stuff that'll make them sick, which is what our Skiving snackboxes were created for. We have other stuff, too, but the snack box is the bestseller. I can sell you one right now if you're interested?"

She chuckled, "No thank you. I don't think I'll be needing it...yet..." Lisa's mind drifts off to how exceptionally irritating Umbridge has been for the past few days, which instantly makes her realize that the soon she was talking about was probably going to be sooner than anticipated.

"You and Fred sure are dedicated to the prankster life," she told him, "Must be some passion, huh?"

"Definitely. Fred and I were born on April fools, so we like to believe it as a sign that were were destined for great things from the very beginning. We were planning on taking off and putting up our own business instead of going back to school, but we were convinced that finishing our education was the smarter option."

She nodded, "Definitely wise for you to finish school. It's just, an insurance thing, y'know? Incase things don't work out as planned."

"Oh, it's definitely going to work out, Lisa." George said, optimism and dedication prominent on his face, "When you want something as bad as Fred and I want our own business, you'll start to see that nothing's entirely impossible. Have you ever had that feeling? To want something so bad?"

She thought of a problem-free relationship with her parents, for them to be a pair that she and her siblings could confide in always, not away most of the time like they were now, before nodding her head, "Yeah, I've had that feeling."

"Well, I know now that to getting there is definitely doable, you just have to have a lot of initiative and drive in order to pass the obstacles."

Lisa blinked. Here she was, on training break with one half of the most infamous school dunces, surprising her greatly with how philosophical he sounded. She didn't really think that much about the Weasley twins, judging them solely on the way they came off in public, which, many would describe as loud and inappropriate. She had never pegged either of them as the type that could stay serious for awhile, let alone hold a slightly deep conversation.