Well it's been about two months since school started and things couldn't be better. Other than Snape's creepiness everything has been fine. Today was the first Gryffindor match against Slytherin. Lee Jordan, Angelina, and I were on our way down to the fields. Lee didn't make the team but he got the announcer spot for the Gryffindor games. As we near the fields I saw the unmistakeable Gryffindor Quidditch team colors. The three of us walk faster towards the fields. The twins must have seen us coming because they turned away from their conversation with Oliver Wood and walked towards us.
"Hey guys!" I said as the strolled closer to us.
"Hey." They said in unison.
"Ok that was creppy so try not to do it much." Lee said. We all laughed at his comment. "Well I better get going. First game don't really feel like being late." He told the four of us and stocked off. I could see the nervous look on their faces. It was kinda funny cause they don't get nervous very easily.
"Nervous?" I teased.
"Williams I'd like to see you climb on a broom and play quidditch in front of the whole school." Fred snapped glaring at me. I shot one back, turned on my heals and stormed off into the stands. I was happy I could practically hear George slapping Fred upside the head.
"You arse whole!" I barley heard George hiss over the roaring crowed. I found a spot next to my fellow Gryffindoors and sat down, waiting for the match to start.
***Fred's P.O.V.***
I felt George's hand wack the back of my head.
"You arse whole!" He hissed so loudly that I'm pretty sure Alli could hear it, even over the crowd.
"Whatever. Lets just go." I grumbled and walked into the quidditch tent. George said goodbye to Angelina and followed me into the tent. I heard one of the chasers talking to Charlie about us.
"Weasley, why is it that our two new beaters just happened to be your twin brothers?" Obviously mad, probably because one of his friends wanted our spots.
"Both of our beaters graduated last year Jacobson. And if you think I'm playing favorites you know damn well I don't ever. They maybe my brothers, but if I find a better beater than one of them next year, I'd put them on reserve and let them play. Now I suggest, you shut your trap before I put you on reserve. I'm sure Caraway would gladly jump at the chance to play." I was surprised by the outburst of the usually quite brother. I quickly turned away before he realized I heard the whole thing. I followed the rest of the team to the entrance of the field, George right behind me. Beaters bats in hands we split game from reality and mounted our brooms. We flew onto the fields, into platoon. Madam Hootch told us the rules and blew her whistle. A few minutes into the game, I felt a blunt object hit my head. The last thing I remember is hurtuling to the ground.
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Kind of a filler but *gasp* NO FRED!!!!! :p
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Practically Triplets
Teen FictionWhen Alicia Williams takes her first steps in Kings Cross Station she felt right at home. Looking for platform 9 3/4 she sees a redheaded family walking the same way she follows them and asks how to get on the platform. Little did she know that, tha...
