Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 2 | Sarah

Later that day, the twins approached Sarah, who was in the Common room. They had a favour to ask. That didn't stop Fred from having a bit of fun.

Fred Weasley, alongside his twin George, approached Sarah quietly, being careful to not make a single sound. They knew she did music, so naturally her hearing was very good. Soon, they were an arms length away from Sarah, who didn't even suspect anyone behind.

With one of his hands, George counted from three to one. At one, they struck.

"SARAH!" They screamed down each of her ears, whilst giving her a wild shake with their hands. She screamed, jumping away from them. She eyed them both with those cerulean eyes, her chest heaving.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack," Sarah laughed, clutching her chest. It was lucky Sarah could take a joke. it was what made her so liked, in Fred's opinion.

"We would never!" George gasped, placing a hand on heart in false offense. Sarah giggled further, before she sat down. She patted the two seats next to her.

With Sarah now in a Weasley sandwich, George decided to ask her for the favour they needed.

"So, Sarah - " George began.

"We were hoping we could have your help?" Fred continued, draping an arm on the back of the sofa.

"Sure! What do you guys need?" Sarah asked, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. George glanced at Fred, waiting for him to explain.

"We need a sleeping draught potion," said Fred. He could see the clocks working in Sarah's mind, weighing out possibilities.

Finally, Sarah spoke, "Alright, but I think we already have a problem."

Sarah reached into her bag, pulling out 'Advanced Potion making 6'. She opened it to the contents, using her finger to single out the sleeping draught. She turned to the page, her eyes glued to the ingredients.

"Ok, I'm going to need an apple, which is the easy bit to get," Sarah began, whilst Fred and George leaned over each shoulder to see the problem. They didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"What's the problem, then?" George and Fred chimed. Sarah smiled slightly and for a moment, the twins thought they'd convinced her.

"We need one Newt's spleen, which I ran out of," Sarah replied, her smile gone. It was replaced by a look of determination, mixed with a hint of excitement.

"But, I know where we can find one," Sarah added, her voice as low as a whisper. Fred and George glanced at each other in curiosity, hoping Sarah would go on.

"What are you saying?" Fred asked, when Sarah didn't say anything. She did snap the book shut in excitement, standing up and stuffing it in her bag. Sarah turned back to the twins, who were also stood.

"We're going to steal the spleen from Snape - " Sarah began, but Fred and George already knew how this was going to go.

"- We're in!" They exclaimed in unison, causing Sarah to laugh.

"Alright! You can also leave Snape a surprise for when he next goes into his Ingredient's cupboard?" Sarah suggested, which caused the twins to get even more excited.

"You're just as despicable as us!" Fred giggled like a giddy child, making Sarah laugh.

"Oh, you wouldn't know the least of it, Fred," Sarah muttered, sounding as dangerous as ever.

 

The three teens were in the chilly dungeons, equipment for the prank also at the ready. Sarah led the twins through a narrow corridor, avoiding the Slytherin common room completely.