Hermione's Twin ⇒ Fred Weasley

Ch. 7: Good Morning?

Ch. 7: Good Morning?

ELLE

     A piercing pain vibrated throughout my whole body, coming in little tendrils of waves, but subsiding after the initial pain. I was bound inside myself and I couldn't even move my toes. My face especially hurt; was my nose broken, or was I just being dramatic? I could hear people talking around me, but I couldn't make out the words; everything was jumbled and incoherent. 

     Suddenly though, the charm lifted and my bonds were gone, the pressure hovering over my body lifted, but I still could not open my eyes. My brain must be rebooting after all of those stairs. I swear I'll kill Hermione and Harry and the ginger, who I assumed was the famous Ron.

      Mumbling filled my ears, but I could not make anything out of them.

     It was like the words were swimming around in my head before slowly becoming understandable.

     "I'm going to be expelled!"

      "You're not going to be expelled -- it's a house of wizards. Anyone could have used that magic."

       "That doesn't make any sense, Ron!" 

      "What?" I groaned and tried to open my eyes. It took me a few attempts, but I finally got it on the fifth try. My world faded in and out as I hissed and cupped my aching forehead. The dimly lit room was cast in an orange glow from the lamp on the bedside dresser. Five pairs of curious eyes watched me as I scowled and looked over the room. 

     Hermione was biting her thumb, a furrowed brow etched deep into her forehead as her worried eyes travelled over my face. 'Is she actually worried for me, or for her education?' I wondered, trying not to roll my eyes at the thought.

     Looking to the left, a shadow towered over me as I propped myself up on the bed, sitting straight and pausing as a small wave of vertigo hit the pit on my stomach. UGH, I felt like trash. 

     The towering shadow chuckled lowly as I met his incandescent gaze. "Well good morning. Again." Fred sarcastically smiled and I rolled my eyes then tried to stand up painfully. I winced and craddled my head with a groan, flopping back down on the mattress, hissing at the pain that shot across my face as I touched a sore bump.

Hermione was sitting by my side and she gave me a guilty look that pleaded with me. "Elle, I am so so so so so so sorr-" I did not let her finish her apology, but instead I reached out my arm and smacked her hard upside her head. 

"What the fuck?!" I cursed and glared around the room at everyone. George, Fred, Hermione, Harry, and Ron. To me, they were all culprits in this horrible morning. Hermione grabbed her head. "Ouch."

"What the hell is wrong with you three?! Throwing people down stairs?!" I yelled at them and glared around the room once more, but quieted my tone as my head began to throb in protest. This morning was not going my way.

Fred and George started to snicker and slowly creep out of the room. "Well, we didn't have anything to do with this, and you and Hermione are scary alike when angry, so I'll tell Mum that you four are finishing up packing." Fred chuckled and he and George raced out of the room.

Ron swallowed a lump in his throat and he looked from me to Hermione. "You two are scary alike-honestly. You both even scold us the same." 

     I was blindingly unsure of how o respond to that, and I was sure Ron could see that by the contorted look on my face. He offered me a sheepish smile and a quick, soft apology. "You gave us a right scare, sorry."