River(Fred Weasley)

05: GODS OF MISCHIEF

Previously:

It wasn't until a week later when I lied in my bed after another long day of practice that I remembered a very distant memory, something I have buried deep down together with all the other memories of her(and there weren't many). I have only known her for a year or so plus the 9 months she carried me in her womb. She disappeared after that and I have never seen her again. 

My mom called him Charles.

My dear  Martha,

I am glad to hear that you are doing fine and I am very thankful for the sweets you sent me(you know I've got a sweet tooth). I still think you shouldn't sneak off to the kitchen, but if you don't get caught I suppose it's fine. So just be careful! I've been doing pretty well myself, I went to climb the north route of the Eifel, which you know has been my ambition for quite some time. It was one of the most beautiful days of my life and I am very happy about it. When I was at the top I couldn't help but to think of you and how I wish you'd be there with me. I took a picture of the view so you could see how beautiful it was. I miss you very much and I wish you the very best. About the Hogsmeade visit, I am sorry but I can't  sign the papers. I've heard about that Sirius Black and I am very disappointed that you didn't mention him earlier. Thank god the school felt as this was something of big importance and sent us all letters, I received it the day after you left. They told me my owl got lost. I don't think it is safe to wander around these days and that it is probably best if you stay put at Hogwards. You'll be safe there. I'm sorry sweetie, I know you love Hogsmeade and I love that candy shop too, but this is for the best for both of us.

Take care, and write to me when you will have time! I am very eager to learn about your adventures. I miss you very much.

With love,         Dad. 

I looked at the picture of the view and battled with my anger. That's all great and well, Charles. He wasn't just lying now, he also forbid me to visit one of my dearest places in the world. This was just great. How am I going to get to Hogsmeade now? Maybe if I get one of the professors to sign the papers? That is precisely why I didn't tell him about Sirius Black, because I knew he'd get paranoid, but now I didn't even know if he really was that paranoid or if everything was just a big fat lie.

Dear dad,

I think you are being very inconsiderate about this Sirius Black thing, especially because you know nothing about magic. The trip will be strongly protected and we will be guided by the same professors that teach at the school. As I've already told you all of my arguments in the previous letter I am not going to repeat myself and will say no more on this subject. But really dad, it's not like Sirius is going to jump out of the woods and kill me. Stop panicking. Otherwise I am doing quite well. 

With love,        Martha

P.S. Who is Charles Graham? I was cleaning the Quidditch trophies in detention.

I tried my best to sound passive aggressive and he's probably going to get it, as I left black spots of ink all over the paper because I was writing so fiercely.

Just as I was finished Fred and George showed up and sat next to me. Ever since detention we have been becoming better friends. I liked being in their company because they were uplifting, funny and mostly, absolutely accepting no matter what. I think they liked me too because they always said hi in the hallway and ate with me when we had a break at the same time. And I didn't really have anyone to hang out since the falling out with Natalie. The only problem so far seemed Quidditch because we were on the opposite teams.  

"Marty,"

"Or shall I say Marty." I folded the letter and gave it to my owl Damjana. She was the only magical thing that my dad was willing to have at our house and she was very convenient because he didn't really know how to use public wizarding mail. I named her after my bike.

"Hey boys."

"You look a bit troubled." Said George and took bite off my sandwich.

"Hey!"

"Or should I say, you look a bit frustrated." Said Fred as George passed him the sandwich. I groaned in frustration and snapped it out of his hands before he could take a bite.

"Keep your hands to yourself."

"You really aren't in a good mood" George pointed out. The Weasleys were good friends. They made it their business to get involved in other people's problems, which made me trust them.

"Not really.  I just heard from my dad and he doesn't want to sign the papers for Hogsmeade. Which is just stupid if you ask me, as if he has a right to tell me what to do in the wizarding world. He's not even a wizard!" Or is he? Fred snickered and took a piece of bacon of my plate. 

"That doesn't sound so pleasant."

"Can you please stop eating my food? Didn't you guys eat breakfast?"

"We did" said George. "But not everyone eats as little as you Marty. You're like a starved ballerina" My glance caught Natalie entering the hall and our eyes met. I sighted as she looked away. It didn't look like we were gonna make up soon.

"Ballerinas are tall George, I'm not tall if you failed to notice." 

"You know Marty, I think you're forgetting who you're talking to here." Interrupted Fred.

"What do you mean?"

"We mean that you're talking to two master tricksters who know every single secret place, path and way in this place. Nothing escapes our sharp senses."

"Okay okay, you could dial down the ego." I said but immediately felt excited. I completely forgot about Fred and George's ability to scam. "But are you serious? You really know a way out of this place?" My eyes sparkled with anticipation and they both started laughing at my hopeful face.

"Of course we do." They looked at each other in mischief.

"You think..."

"Yeah, we should." 

"You're saying I could go to Hogsmeade next week?" I squealed and clapped my hands together in excitement.

"Why would we wait? We can go tomorrow."