Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 3: No. Magic.

I sat on my bed, books spread out in front of me. I didn't need to be studying. In fact, I wouldn't have to be studying for the next two weeks as tomorrow was the day that most of everyone would be leaving for the upcoming holiday. All around me, the dorm was alive with all sort of possessions flying about as they were tossed into their respective trunks.

Heather was hastily packing seemingly everything she owned into her pale pink trunk with gold trim with poorly painted butterflies all over it, while Colleen had been trying to decide which jumpers to take with her for the last half hour. Tamara had calmly packed away everything she would need and was now sat calmly down on her bed, Heather's copy of The Daily Prophet in her hands.

"The news is always so depressing..." She sighed, neatly folding the paper and setting it aside.

"Just like everything that comes out of your mouth?" Colleen teased with a smile as she finally tucked two very similar looking yellow jumpers into her trunk and tossed the red one aside.

"Ha ha, very funny, Colleen," She rolled her eyes, "I'm just sick and tired of hearing about all of the bad things that happen. Why can't there ever just be something with current events that makes us laugh?"

"Because that paper is written by stuffy adults who will do anything and everything for what they deem juicy gossip, but they wouldn't know gossip if it threw them into the Whomping Willow." Heather huffed, "I only read the prophet so that if boys ask me about something I might actually have an answer."

"Well why don't we do something about it?" I asked, looking up from my page on the registration process for those with an Animagus form.

Tamara scoffed before she sat up, eyes locking on my from across the room. "What exactly are we going to do? We can't very well work for The Daily Prophet, we're thirteen."

I thought it over for a moment, my silence earning the attention of both of the other girls. I was serious about this. I mean, there were plenty of other new options out there such as the Quibbler. And if something as terrible and depressing as the prophet could get published, then it can't be that hard. That's it!

"Why don't we make our own newspaper, but like about what goes on at Hogwarts?" I asked. I had heard of muggle schools having school newspapers, why can't we do it too?

"Are you serious?" Colleen asked, holding a half folded, half crumpled pair of trousers in her hand.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? We can do all the planning and stuff this year and then we can actually start on it next year." I said, seeing Heather's face light up as I spoke.

"But it can't be a newspaper. Those aren't fun." She shook her head, blond pigtails pouncing as she did so.

"Then what would it be genius? A howler that gets sent to everyone and just shouts about when Quidditch tryouts are being held?" Tamara asked.

"GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TRYOUTS ARE TO BE HELD ON THE PITCH AT 3:15 ON SEPTEMBER TWELVTH!" Colleen shouted, clearly annoying Tamara, "I think that could work quite nicely. It certainly gets the point across."

"No, have you guys every seen one of those muggle magazines?" She asked, her eyes flitting excited between the three of us.

Tamara and I slowly nodded our heads while Colleen stood there dumbfounded. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone look more confused than when Fred Weasley had fallen asleep in potions second year and Snape woke him up by asking what would happen if he dropped in Worm's Wart instead of Wormwood into his potion. I knew the answer was that it would blow up in your face, covering you in a thick green substance, but he obviously didn't.