saint potter- h.p

2.6

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T-O-A-D
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"Hey Frederina! Georgia!!" (y/n) shouted with a goofy smile, running up to the two twins before they could disappear into the Gryffindor change rooms with the rest of their quidditch team.

Fred turned around and raised an eyebrow at her, "What's got you all happy (l/n)? Didn't know you enjoyed Quidditch that much."

"Please Freddie shes just excited to see Harry out in action again, if you know what I mean." George gave a not-so-subtle wink and (y/n) gagged.

"Thanks now I want to vomit." She crossed her arms and turned on her heel towards the Gryffindor stands. But Fred caught her shoulder before she could get any farther, flipping her back around.
"Aren't you going to wish us luck? Isn't that what you came here for?"

She smiled cheekily and patted their heads, "Oh no boys, I just wanted to tell you that I am absolutely certain Slytherin in going to win, have a fun time losing!!"

The twins both sported their best puppy dog eyes and frowned at her.

"Well now you've hurt our feelings (n/n)" George started,

"Besides why're you so confident? They're not even your house, do you not believe in little ol'Georgie and I??" Fred pouted, George nodded with the same sad expression as his brother.

(y/n) put her hands on her hips, "Well for starters, Slytherin has Draco as seeker and Gryffindor has Potter, who frankly can't go a week before getting himself stuck in the hospital wing."

"Second have you seen their fancy new brooms?"

George rolled his eyes. "Sure we have, Marcus practically travels with it shoved up his arse."

Fred and George straightened themselves out, wiping the pouts off their faces and replacing them with stern (or at least as stern as the Weasley twins can get) looks, crossing their arms.

"Slytherin may have a stable seeker and speedy sticks, but you know what Gryffindor has?"

(y/n) pretended to check her nails, "What exactly? Meaningless pride?"

Fred came up beside her linking their arms George doing the same on her other side.

"Talent!" George exclaimed in a posh voice.

"Morale!" Fred imitated his brother,

"Skill and technique!"

"And charmingly good looks!" Fred winked as they both let go of the flustered girl.

"So have we changed your mind little miss wannabe Slytherin?" George huffed puffing out his chest.

Tapping her index finger on her chin she smiled at the two, "Nope!"
Quickly she skipped away before they could drag her back into their theatrics and made her way up to Ron and Hermione.
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"ANOTHER GOAL FOR SLYTHERIN!!"
Lee Jordan's voice boomed across the pitch, "THEY LEAD GRYFFINDOR 90 TO 30!!"
Just as (y/n) had suspected, Slytherin was doing so much better than Gryffindor.

(y/n) cheered as loud as she could, earning strange looks from her fellow Gryffindor classmates.

"Hahah Weasley take the L!" She laughed in Rons face and he shot her a look of disgust pushing her away.