[1] Lemons into Lemonade ✓ | FRED WEASLEY

Chapter Fifteen

Fred's estimate of an 'afternoon' turned out to be completely inaccurate as they were still there late into the night. Whilst this would be incredibly useful in the long run, right now all Aubrey could focus on was the sleep that had been robbed from her and the fact they'd have to bribe the house elves for food if they were going to have any supper.

The late night did have another advantage though; George was already in bed by the time she got to the Gryffindor dorms. Judging from the way he was slumped against the wall, his limbs crooked, he'd clearly tried to stay up which made her smile until she remembered, he was actually waiting for his brother not her. Slowly, she curled up under the covers, trying to figure out if the day had actually happened. There was always a chance it was all a dream but a hard pinch to the arm confirmed this wasn't the case; the bizarre day was very much real.

She thought sleep would take ages to come but clearly the confusion had exhausted her and within seconds, she'd drifted off, dreaming off sweeter times when she hadn't been a teenage boy.

For once, things seemed to be working in her favour as she woke up naturally early, George still a snoring ball under his covers. Although she knew by avoiding him it was simply postponing the inevitable but it would be nice to practice being Fred on someone other than the boy who knew him best first. Luckily, she had the perfect chance: Charms class.

Aubrey was a little concerned about Fred's timetable, especially Defence against the Dark Arts thanks to the incredibly brutish new professor, Professor Moody. For Charms she was more worried about being behind but luckily Fred never did much so she was okay. Even more luckily, George was in the other class giving her the perfect opportunity to practice on Fred's unsuspecting partner, something which was much needed. Fred had told her he was usually late so she carefully did several laps of the school before finally arriving at her destination.

As she walked into class, she realised the first major error in her training: whilst she knew which room he was in, seating was another matter. Professor Flitwick was standing idly by his desk amused as Aubrey sauntered up to him, trying to perfect the mischievous confidence Fred naturally had.

"Um... Professor Flitwick, where do I sit again?" She asked, to which he simply shook his head, a small, tired smile appearing on his face.

"Very funny, Fred," He replied.

This stumped Aubrey slightly who quickly smirked again, "I'm serious, late night ... erm, pranking."

At first she thought she was going to be met by another 'Very funny, Fred' but luckily he decided to help this time, even if it was a little patronising, "On the end at the back rownext to Roger."

"Roger... Davies?" She asked, looking up to see Lexy's crush staring over, a blank expression on his chiselled face. Her eyes drifted a row down, landing on Lexy herself who was doing a great job continuously finding excuses to turn around. The urge to run up and hug her friend was very strong, especially as she was beginning to miss the goofy four more and more. Sadly, she was Fred and Fred didn't hug strangers... probably.

With the same swagger, she climbed the stairs, taking a seat next to Roger. Usually, she sat with her knees pressed against each other, back upright but Fred had a different way. He preferred a leisurely slouch, even putting a leg up on the desk or something equally weird. Ever since she was a child, Aubrey had the idea of good posture drilled into her so this felt very odd indeed.

"G'morning, Fred," Roger said, his voice deeper than Aubrey had expected, "Rough sleep?"

"What?"

"You're practically you're lying down," Roger explained, giving her a weird look. She hastily sat back up, trying to find a good middle ground.

"Oh yeah, I did, I was pranking all night."