Haunted (Fred Weasley's Second Life)

2. Haunted

This story will have very short pats, as this is an ongoing project for a school magazine and  have very limited space. Otherwise, enjoy, as always.

Haunted (Fred Weasley's Second Life)

"You can sit down, you know," I murmured gently to Fred, who was standing stiffly at the end of my bed. He glanced around my room once, before walking over to me.

"Is it alright if I er, laid down next to you?" He asked me nervously. "It's just, I haven't been in a proper bed since I died..." 

"Oh sure, no problem!" I smiled, patting the bed beside me. "I don't mind, really. The bed's big enough really." He smiled brightly before cannonballing into the bed next to me. 

"What are you like?" He asked me quietly.

"Um, I um, sometimes I don't talk much--"

"--Great, my family called me a talker--"

"--but I like to believe I'm a really happy person if you can get through to me--"

"--I'll try my best to--"

"--and I love to read and write and people call me smart, I guess--"

"--brilliant, maybe you could help me retake my O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s--"

"--and as as far as I know, I'm a Muggle, unless my letter got lost or something--"

"Really? That's ruddy brilliant, I think Dumbledore was trying to get your first letter (the one Muggle-borns get when they're born) to your parents, but the owls he sent kept getting sentenced to death by airpla--"

"Sierralin?" My mom called from down the hall. "Are you on the phone AGAIN?" I froze.

"Fred? Can ghosts Disapparate?" He nodded, and with a small +pop+ was gone. Not a moment too soon, either, because the moment after, my mom came into my room.

"Sisi?" Did i hear you talking?" My mom asked the room. i feigned sleep as I saw Fred sort of hovering around the ceiling. Mom waited another minute before shrugging it off. I was asleep before Fred could apparate back.