Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

29.

Steal Snape's ingredients? Why could not it be someone else? Like Professor Flitwick. Or perhaps, Madam Pomfrey? Oh, wait. That was worse. Amara folded her arms. "You are joking!"

"We aren't. He has most of the ingredients we want. All of them stored in his dungeons. The others we cannot get in Hogsmeade," George pointed at the parchment for emphasis.

Amara rubbed her temple. "You know how he is! We'll be in detention even before we know it!"

"What's wrong with detention?" George weirdly smiled, attempting to lean against the table, but his elbow slipped.

He fell to the floor.

Amara peered curiously over the table's edge

"Is he okay?" asked Amara, in a tone of concern.

"I think he saw a girl he liked," Fred stated, later grimacing. "OW!"

George's face appeared over the edge, hair slightly ruffled. Amara's eyebrow arched in inquiry. At her increased attention, George's face turned red . Wondering who the mystery girl was, she turned around. They were too many girls to be sure.

"Which one?"

"She just left," George elucidated, bitter edge to his voice.

Amara wiggled her eyebrows, leaning towards George. He noticed this, a confused expression creeping to his face. His eyes darted up at her and back to the parchment. Fred watched this exchange, equally confused as his twin.

"Well, what's her name?"

George shuffled in his seat. His lips wired shut. Damn his stubbornness. Amara flicked his nose. He flinched, drawing back. Annoyed, he stuck his tongue at her. She did not waver. Her firm expression told George he might as well say something.

"I don't know her name," he finally said.

"What?"

"You need to get your ears checked," huffed George, red seeping up his neck.

Fred decided to intervene. This conversation was struggling. Maybe, he could have some fun with it. Since George had gotten on the lie, it would not hurt to make it more realistic. "He liked her since first year," Fred mentioned casually.

George glared at his brother, kicking his shin under the table. Fred just gave an innocent face. What was he going to do now? Throw Fred out of the window? Amara's face broke out in a grin.

"Really?"

George turned his face away, becoming redder than tomatoes. "It's nothing."

"You like her! Why don't you ask her out?" Amara probed.

George further reddened to a capacity none knew possible. He looked like he would combust at any moment. Fred decided to pull George out of the water and patted his back. "Let's get back to work yeah?" Fred said.

Amara gave Fred an expression saying 'You better let me know more later'. Fred nodded. Smiling, Amara glanced at George. A bit too much smiling, Fred thought. Amara must be horribly oblivious to her own affections for his twin.

"Why don't you start, Fred?" George said.

Truth be told, George still felt embarrassed after Fred practically revealed his 'crush' (could it be called a crush?) on Amara. Especially the part about him liking her since the first year. Oh, he could kill Fred. However, they had a significant matter to deal with.

Fred pointed at a list of bullet points on the parchment. "This is a list of ingredients we need to get."

The parchment had almost unreadable scribbling. Amara squinted at the page. Fred did too. George obliged to read it out for them as it was his handwriting. In a dramatic manner, he cleared his throat.