Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

5.

George Weasley was huffing when he entered the Gryffindor common room. His idiot twin had left him in the second-floor corridor with a bag of dungbombs slung over his shoulder.  In that precarious position, he would have gotten into big trouble. His identical counterpart was sprawled upon a sofa, front of the crackling fire. Light snores came from Fred, who was wrapped up in a woolly blanket. With a sound of exasperation, George hit Fred with a cushion.

"Ow!" Fred whined.

"You left me there with that Shacklebolt girl!" George said, hitting his brother repeatedly with a cushion.

"I thought you would like that," grumbled Fred, as he heaved his own body off the sofa.

"Like what?"

"You like her, duh."

"You barking mad!" George stamped his way upstairs to his dorm.

"Woof."

Fred watched his brother's form disappear.

"She always makes him angry." Fred murmured, shaking his head.

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Amara hadn't told Camilla or the other two about her incident with George. It didn't seem like he hated her. He could have pelted her with the number of dungbombs he was carrying. But he did not. That said a lot on his part.

She saw his red hair peeking out from the group of Gryffindor Quidditch players when she was sitting on the grass, not too far away from the locker rooms. James was accompanied by his best friend, Peter, another Hufflepuff. Peter was leaning against the tree, his bored gaze falling upon the Black Lake. Amara suspected that James had brought his friend in a state of urgency.

"She asked me out! The blonde girl," He said.  

Amara's grin widened into a more sly one. The poor boy was then bombarded with questions by Amara and Camilla.  "Okay! Okay! What should I-we do?" James sputtered out, overwhelmed.

"Ask when she's available!" Camilla exclaimed.

"That's all?" said James.

"Yes. Now, go away! We're doing homework!" Amara pushed James out of their spot under the tree. "And nice meeting you, Peter! Good luck on Charms!"

The girls stayed glued to the spot until the sun dipped into the lake. With a bunch of parchment and books, Amara struggled with her homework. Her bag was fairly new and she had forgotten to cast a charm for it to hold more. The enchanted ceiling was dotted with multiple, shining stars. Amara had her eyes drawn to it. She couldn't wait for Hogsmeade, as she needed a break from overflowing parchment.

As they exited the hall after dinner, James had found her in the crowd.

"She said 6 pm on Saturday."

"Hogsmeade?" groaned Amara.

"Yes. Apparently, that's when all the magic happens," said James.

"Great. Now, you should persuade her to stay in the castle," Amara steered James by the shoulders away from the now dispersing crowd to a corner.