Chapter Eleven; the Weasley Twins
"OH, YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING WHAT WE'RE DOING HERE." Eli casually dropped Abraham, making him yelp in fear.
"You almost dropped me in the fire pit!😡"
"I've heard a lot about you, thy Chosen One." Eli bowed. "And Chosen One's friends."
"We have names, too." The one with ginger haired said.
"Ah, yes. The ginger hair. Freckles... A Weasley, the youngest lad, I suppose." Eli pat his back, "McDonald Weasley."
Abraham snickered, "Ronald." He corrected.
But it was too late, Leo had heard his mistake and burst out in continuous laughter.
"And what do you three exactly think you're doing in the Gryffindor Common Room?" The girl gave them a suspicious look.
"Installing a WiFi box inside of the fire pit." Leo said, his fingers wiring things together, completely regaining his composure.
"Wait a minute." The girl, Hermione Granger, pointed at the boys. "I've seen you around before!"
"I don't think you have." Eli placed his finger on his chin. "Yeah, no. I'm coming up blank."
"No, I have seen you! You're on that famous app called TikTok!"
Ron scrunched up his face in confusion, "what's TikTok?"
"A Muggle app." Harry informs. Now that he had thought about it, he had seen them on the news one time. It was when Petunia had let her son take over the tv, and stumbled upon some interesting news.
"Ah yes. We are a part of that community."
Hermione took a seat on the couch, excitedly, asking them questions. "So, what sides of TikTok are you on?"
"How to get away with Murder, and Crim Tok." Leo spoke, glancing at them briefly before going back to connecting the WiFi box to the place Dumbledore said would have the strongest connection.
"Das weird. Das suspicious." Eli said, "I'm on skating TikTok, and New York fashion... And shifting." He mumbled.
"I'm on Mom Tok and the cooking side of it!" Ham grinned.
Hermione smiled politely, "that says a lot about your personalities. I'm on the educational way of how to cut bangs properly side of TikTok."
"What about you Oh-Chosen One?"
Harry evaded Eli's intense stare and twiddled with his thumbs. He didn't like being called the Chosen One, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. "I only saw you on the news once..."
Their eyes widen. Eli rocks back and forth on his feet, Abraham starts to stutter, and Leo got himself shocked for lack of concentration.
"Oh-well... Um. It wasn't-no. Well, yes, but not really." Abraham focused on anything but them.
And, right on the other side of the portrait stood a frustrated Stella.
"C'mon! I promise I won't tell anyone that you let me in for free."
"Password." The Fat Lady said, undeterred.
"I just need the twins!"
"Do you now?" A voice said into her ear.
"Didn't know we had fans." Another said on her other side.
Stella jumped.
"Gah!" She looked them up and down.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." George smirked and Fred winked.
She shrugged, "damn, okay then." She pulled out her phone. "Don't need to tell me twice... Smile."
The twins grinned and posed.
"So, what do you need Freddie and I for?"
"Someone told me to survive here, I needed to become friends with you two."
They grinned.
"Fred Weasley."
"George Weasley."
She gave them a small, shy smile, "Stella Holland."
A look of recognition crossed their features. Their grins seemed to widen. "Stella Holland, you say."
They both knew that their new friends were inside of the common room, in the common area, with little space to hide.
Fred placed a hand on the small of her back, and George muttered the password.
"Come on in!"
They said, their eyes screaming with mischief.
!BONUS!
Draco lazily laid his head on the palm of his hand, looking out of the small window of his dorm in the Slytherin Basement. Crabbe and Goyle came in laughing.
"You should've seen her! She was nearly melting down at the insults the Fat Lady was giving her. Wouldn't let her in no matter what." Crabbe laughed lightly, calming down after Draco told them to shut up.
"Poor Stella." Goyle said, taking a place on his bed. "She was so desperate, asking for the twins. Good thing we told them she was lookin for them." Goyle nudged Crabbe, "right?"
"Yeah. She'd still be out there, pounding at the Fat Lady's portrait-"
Draco listen intently, taking note of who they were talking about. He wanted to laugh and say that sounds like something Stella would say. He wanted to go to Stella and call her an idiot for doing that.
He wanted to know why she was looking for the twins.
Mans was really jumping to conclusions for a girl he swore he didn't even like🙄
like damn, make up your mind
Stella likes degrading and mean people not indecisive😐
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Fanfiction" IT'S THE SNITCHING TO YOUR FATHER FOR ME. " " WOULD YOU STOP USING THOSE BLOODY REFERENCES. " IN WHICH Stella Holland has to spend her summer with the famous pureblood family to understand the magical world. She is a pureblood. Abandoned at birth...
