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CHAPTER SEVEN

On Wednesday night, Olivia was sat on one of the many couches in the Gryffindor common room. The particular assignment she was working on was for Advanced Arithmancy Studies. She was almost finished when she felt someone sit down next to her. She looked up and when she saw the person, she felt butterflies in her stomach.

"Hi," she said nervously.

"Hi," George answered. "The potion's done."

"I'm sorry, potion?"

"The Aging Potion. Now, technically you've already agreed, but I guess I'll be nice and let you decide whether or not you want to come with us."

She simply stared at him, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to go against her morals and break multiple school rules just so a boy will think more highly of her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash from up in the boys' dormitories and Ben yelling "Fraser!"

"Yes, please, get me out of here," Olivia said, getting up and leaving her homework behind.

"You're the best," George said with a grin. Olivia looked away as she felt her face burn.

Fred was waiting for them at the portrait hole. The three of them left the common room and Olivia let the twins lead the way. After about five minutes, she recognized the route they were taking.

"Are we going to that girls' bathroom that's out-of-order?" she asked.

"Yes," they answered.

"You do realize you're not girls?"

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Fred said. "Did you, George?"

"No," George said. "All this time, I thought we were female."

"All right, stop it," Olivia said, laughing.

The trio entered the bathroom and was immediately greeted by the wails of Moaning Myrtle.

"Hello, Myrtle!" Olivia called in her best cheery voice. She had met Mrytle in a different bathroom during her first year. "Is it all right if we hang out in here for a bit?"

"Who's 'we'?" Myrtle asked in a croaky voice. She drifted through her stall door. "Ooh! I would've never thought you to be the type to sneak into restricted areas with boys, Olivia. And twins, too!"

Over Olivia's head, Fred and George smirked at each other.

"That's an excellent observation, Myrtle, but we're really just in here to get some potion," Olivia said, annoyed that Myrtle would say such a thing and trying to ignore the burning sensation in her face.

"Then what are you asking me for? Like it'll matter if I say no!" She began to sob again and launched herself into her toilet. It sounded like she came to rest in the U-Bend.

"Well," Olivia sighed, "I tried to be nice."

"At least you got her to go away," George said.

"Yeah, we don't need her crying while we're trying to go about our business," Fred agreed.

They proceeded into the stall that had the cauldron full of Aging Potion in it and Fred and George quickly filled three vials.