■ Unfortunate Soul ■ Fred Weasley ■

At least I'm winning at something

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"This isn't fair! You should've got more than an Exceeds Expectations in that Potions test. In only the first question he lost you three marks. Saying that you wrote luxweed instead of fluxweed as the 'f' and 'l' were so close together." Fred was ranting as he felt himself getting angry on Gwen's behalf even though the whole ordeal had occurred a few hours prior.

The group of Gryffindors were walking towards the quidditch pitch as practice was about to begin. The quidditch game was next Saturday, the Saturday right after easter holidays ended.

Gwen sighed. "It was a bit biased but at least I know that. So, I know that I technically did better. Besides, even if I didn't, in less than a year I managed to go from dreadful to exceeds expectations."

"And we're proud of you for it," Angelina admitted, shoving her slightly with a smile. "And you got an Acceptable in Herbology. Lee even told us that Professor Sprout said that you were only a few marks away from getting an E." Alicia added.

Gwen couldn't help the smile growing on her face. "But somehow, despite all that, we're forgetting what really matters. Getting a well done from Oliver." The rest of the players groaned.

"The guy has been killing us and all he does is scowl in return," Alicia said, her voice conveying the annoyance that she was feeling. "Relax guys!" George interrupted. "We only have one match left and we're most likely to win. Then we'll have a happy Oliver and can say bye to the grumpy one."

"Merlin's beard." Gwen suddenly murmured as she came towards a realisation. "We only have a few months before we say goodbye to him forever." The others snorted at that.

"He's not dying, Gwen." George reminded Gwen with a grin. Fred laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "She's only being this dramatic because of the crush she has on him."

Gwen shoved him in annoyance at that statement. "Had, that's the keyword. I have a boyfriend now, after all." Gwen stated. "Yeah, we noticed. Pretty Boy is cool, by the way." Fred stated, grabbing the attention of the others who all gaped at him.

"I think that's the first time you complimented him," Gwen replied, feeling as if a weight lifted off of her chest. "I just said that he was cool. It's no big deal."

"You've also called him Pretty Boy and try all you might but calling a guy pretty is not an insult." Angelina added which received a 'preach' from Alicia. Fred turned red at that comment.

"She's telling the truth," George interjected as he agreed with the girls. "I mean, he's quite handsome. I'd bang him." George admitted causing the others to laugh once again in disbelief.

"So would Gwen."

"Shut up, Angelina!"

Needless to say, all the talking caused them to arrive at practice three minutes late which was more than enough to set off the bomb called Oliver Wood.

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"This always was my favourite part. People clapping for me." Angelina said as she and Gwen neared the Great Hall the morning of the final match between them and Slytherin.

"Do they by any chance help you inflate your ego as well?" Gwen asked curiously.

That's when Angelina began swatting her with her broom.

"Hey! Stop it! What are you trying to do?" Gwen asked between laughs. Angelina's grin grew bigger but her swatting didn't stop. "Brooms are used to clear out the rubbish, right?" Gwen faked a gasp at that.