American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

You said!

The twins went dancing into the Great Hall the next day. Their rambunctious personalities were met with cheers as I walked in behind them, smiling to myself. I had brewed the potion the night before. 

"Brewed it up just last night!" I heard Fred tell the crowd. I scoffed. They most certainly did not make that potion. George must have noticed my reaction because he turned around and announced, 

"With the help of our favorite potion expert, Margaret Hughes" 

"Oh thank you Georgie!" I sarcastically replied, flittering my eyelashes and clasping my hands together. I saw him bite his lip and heard him whisper no problem. I didn't have time to dwell on that fact when I heard Hermione.

"It's not going to woooork" Hermione said. She won't succeed in convincing them; they have their hearts set on this. 

"And why is that" Fred asked her, squatting down so his face was right next to hers. 

Hermione scoffed. "Do you see that line? That's an age line meant to prevent anyone underage from crossing. Dumbledore drew it himself. He's not to be fooled by something as pathetically dimwitted as an age potion."

"Ah but you see that's exactly why it's going to work," Fred told her. 

"because it's so pathetically dim witted. Plus Our Mags is the best potions student in the whole school. Even Snape agrees that she's really good." George said, glancing my way and giving me a genuine smile. I returned it before walking over to Hermione.

"Oh let them try Hermione, don't you want to see what will happen?" I told her as Fred and George climbed up on the bench, a mischievous smile on my face. 

"You knew this wouldn't work, didn't you? But you still did it". 

I didn't respond. Just nodded my head as I watched the twins yell Bottom's up and chug the potion. They both made it across the age line, which shocked Hermione and I. The hall erupted in cheers as the twins placed their names in the goblet. Maybe Dumbledore did overlook an aging potion. 

Just then the blue fire turned red and launched the twins outside the circle to the floor. They started growing full length grey beards and their normally fiery hair turned grey. I burst out laughing at this sight, clutching my side as I quickly got a stitch. 

"You said!"

"You said!"

I heard the twins shout as they began fighting each other. I started laughing even harder, wishing I had my camera. 

"Come on boys, let's get you to Madame Pomfrey" I said, tears still rolling down my cheeks as the twins glared at each other from either side of me. I took a small detour once I dropped them off at the hospital wing to grab my camera, before sprinting back and taking a picture of them in the hospital wing with their beards. This was immediately going up on my wall of photographs. 

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My wall of photographs is right behind my bed. I added the picture of the twins, smiling to myself. I looked at the other ones and smiled. It was bittersweet. These pictures captured all the best moments in my life, but seeing them makes me miss the people I left behind. My best friend Rue had been really into photography, so she taught me about it. There was a picture of my family at Christmas and another of us at the beach. There were pictures of Rue and I all over New York and at her lake house. I had known her since before Ilvermorny, having met her at a summer camp I went to when I was younger. There were pictures of us camping and at Ilvermorny with my other friends. Some were magical pictures that could move, but some were just normal and stayed still. It was a wonderful collage of all the greatest moments, and I loved that I was now close enough friends with the twins to add them to this wall.