Fred Weasley || Wicked (Year One)

McGonagall and Snape

(f/b/f) - Favorite Breakfast Food

(f/b/d) - Favorite Breakfast Drink

It was the first day of classes, and me and Hermione were walking to breakfast. I was eating some (f/b/f) when Fred and George came over. I rolled my eyes and knew that trouble was coming.

"There's our favorite person on the planet!" George called.

"What do you want, George?" I asked, irritated since they interrupted my breakfast.

"Straight to the point, I like it," Fred said.

Hermione was staring at me smugly, but I just glared in response.

"Well, if you call me your 'favorite person on the planet', then something is obviously up," I said. "Besides, your guys' favorite people in the world are either yourselves or each other," I added smugly at the end.

"First of all, rude. Second of all, we do need something," George said.

"We need your expertise," Fred finished.

"First of all, I hate it when finish each other's sentences. It's creepy. Second of all, what makes you think that I would help you?" I said, mocking their previous statement.

"Well, we know that you love mischief as much as we do. And, you love us," Fred stated, going for my (f/b/d).

'Well, one of you I do love,' I thought, as I slapped away my crush's hand.

"Only one of those things is true. Wanna take a wild guess?" I asked them.

They seemed to be deep in thought for a second before replying at the same time, "The fact that you love us."

"Guys, seriously stop that. It really freaks me out. And, wrong. I would be mocking the mischief gods if I said no to your proposition," I said, and they immediate high-fived each other and left.

We finished up breakfast and started walking to our first class, which was transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Me and Hermione talked on our way their, and the conversation I had been dreading finally came up.

"(N/n), you've got to tell him how you feel," she finally said.

I groaned. "But you can tell that he doesn't like me! Have you seen the way he looks at Angelina Johnson? I don't stand a chance against her!" I replied, feeling rather depressed.

"What do you mean, 'Have you seen the way he looks at Angelina Johnson?' Have you seen the way he looks at you?" she asked. "Be hopeful. Be optimistic," she finished.

"Thanks, 'Mione, but I think I'm just going to keep this strictly between you and me.... And Harry. But it's not like I told him! He can just read me like a book!" I defended, with my hands raised in defense.

Hermione only lightly laughed and shook her head. By then we had made it to the classroom, so we took a seat at the front of the class, where a cat was sitting on Professor McGonagall's desk.

"Good morning, Professor," me and Hermione said at the same time, which made us look at each other and laugh lightly. McGonagall meowed in response, as if to say good morning.

By the time class had started, Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen. Oh well, probably got lost. Not like they're my responsibility. About two minutes into class, Harry and Ron came running in. Professor McGonagall was still in her cat form, so the boys thought they were home free. Ron was even cocky enough to say something.

"We were lucky to get here before McGonagall. Could you imagine the look on her face if she found out we were late?"

Just as he finished saying that, McGonagall jumped down from her perch on her desk, and turned back into a human. Harry and Ron looked at her with their mouths slightly hanging open. I raised my hand and Professor McGonagall took notice.