Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 3: Facing Expulsion

Shit.

I would ask just how she knew that it was the twins, but why ask a question when you already know the answer? Who else could this possibly be?

A look of sheer terror shadowed the twins' faces and they jumped onto and over the table, running down the aisle. However, they didn't see the need to leave me out of it as they ran past. Fred grabbed me by the arm, pulling me behind him with a huge smile on his face. I slipped on some potatoes and almost pulled the both of us to the ground, but somehow managed to stay upright as we raced out of the great hall. 

I assumed that this was what would be known as 'the point of no return.'

Before this, no one would have ever thought to pin any of this on me. No one would have asked me any questions regarding what just went down. I was in the clear, for the most part.

Sure, Cedric knew that I knew about it, but would he have told anyone? Probably not. I could've flown under the radar so smoothly, and no one would've been the wiser for it. But these damned twins just had to pull me along with them in their shoddy attempt at a getaway. 

Why did he decide to bring me along, I have no idea. I mean, I wasn't even all the way in on the whole thing. It was absurd that Fred had made it a point to grab me instead of perhaps Lee or you know, no one. Why drag someone else into a mess you started? Again, I didn't have an answer to my question, but this time I did know something.

These boys were never going to hear the end of this from me if I got in trouble for this. 

However, that was neither here nor now. Right now, we were desperately trying to keep our footing as we slid down each corridor, coasting on the remnants of tonight's potatoes that clung onto the bottoms of our shoes. Fred was holding onto my arm so hard, I was sure that he was going to shatter at least one of the bones in it.

Why we were running, yet again, I wasn't sure. This wasn't like the other night with Harry and George. That night, Filch had no idea who had been in the library and we had snuck away with no incidents. This time, McGonagall knew that the twins had done it, everyone had seen them, and then as they made their great and utterly useless escape, they had grabbed me and dropped me straight in the middle of the shit storm that they had started. 

I wondered what punishment was waiting for us. There's no way that Dumbledore would just let us off with a slap on the wrist. This is something worthy of detention for the rest of the year. No, this was something worthy of expulsion. 

I couldn't be expelled. 

I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't attend Hogwarts. 

Could I continue to practice magic, sure. Amaryllis went to Hogwarts and Ilvermorny, she knows her stuff. But it wouldn't be the same. 

I'd probably never play on another proper quidditch team ever again. I'd most likely never get to see my Slytherin friend, Pandora, ever again. She was from a high-status, pureblood family who quite obviously look down on Amaryllis, not only because she struggles to make ends meet, but since she took me (a muggle-born child, which is only something her parents know because they had met, and despised, my parents when I was a baby). 

I couldn't believe that they would so willingly put not only mine, but their own magical education on the line like that. Do they know just how many jobs in the wizarding world that you can't get if you haven't graduated from a magic school?

Thinking about this made me even more upset with them than I already had been, which had previously seemed impossible. At this very moment, I absolutely hated the Weasley twins, and once this whole ordeal was over with, I never wanted to speak with, hear from, or even see the two of them ever again.