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Chapter 1 - I Hate Colds

"Take it."

"No!"

"Please, don't be stubborn. Take it!"

"I don't want it!"

"You need it."

"Don't care."

"Sophie, take it."

"Never..."

"Fine then, stay sick."

"What?"

"If you don't take it, your cold won't go away."

"...I'll take the cold, thanks."

"Oh, it's not that bad! Don't act like a child-"

"Child!"

"Yes. I feel like I'm taking care of a child right now."

"Fine. Give it here."

"There we go," Destyn leaned back in his seat and smiled as I took the potion from him. "It's really not that bad. I don't know why-"

He didn't get to finish. I guzzled the Pepperup Potion and, just as he was talking, steam started to blow out of my ears.

"Hate that stuff!" I said, coughing dramatically and tossing the cup at him.

"That's better," Destyn said, catching the cup with ease. Psh, of course it was 'with ease.' He could catch anything. He was one of the best Keepers Hogwarts had ever seen. He was a Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team...and my brother. Oh, he was also the Captain of the team. Yep, my brother is my captain. Oh! I didn't say I was on the team too? Well, I am. Chaser, best position in my opinion.

"I hate you," I pouted. "I hate you. I hate colds. And I hate that potion!"

Destyn opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Destyn!" someone called, walking over to the bed I was sitting on. "Did she take the potion, finally?"

Destyn grinned as he turned to face James Potter, our best mate. "Yeah, finally," he said, rolling his eyes.

James grinned at me. "Aww, poor wittle Sophie!" he said in a baby voice. He was mocking me. Oh, the nerve of some people. "Was it really as bad as you made it out to be?"

"Yes," I answered. "It was awful. Worse than I'd imagined, actually."

"Poor Sophie," James said, sitting on the bed beside me. He looked at me with the stupidest look I'd ever seen. It was like a mix of trying to be cool and trying to make me feel stupid. It didn't work. I just rolled my eyes. "So, can we get out of here now?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, frowning at James and then at Destyn. "Let's go." I started walking towards the door, the other two followed after me, chuckling all the while. No doubt, they were talking about me. Just as I stepped outside the door of the Hospital Wing, I heard a mysterious clicking sound. I should have known what was coming next.

A cold, very cold, like, brain-freezing cold, bucket of water splashed over me. I stopped dead in my tracks, mouth hanging open, shocked. I heard a familiar laugh ring down the hall.

"No way," I said. Without even looking, I knew who it was. "Frederick whatever-your-middle-name-is Weasley the second! You. Are. Dead!"

Fred continued to laugh.

Destyn moved to stand beside me. He grinned at me and then looked at Fred. "I'd be careful, mate," he warned. "She used your full name, plus, she even said the second. That means danger.

"Psh, she didn't use my full name," Fred said. "My middle name is George, not 'whatever-your-middle-name-is.' And I'm not even sure if my full name is actually Frederick or just Fred. That has never been clarified."

He talked big but he kept distance (and a statue) between the two of us. Which was smart because I would have blasted him into oblivion if he approached me right now.

James stood in front of me and looked up and down my wet body. "Not bad, Wood," he said, checking me out and nodding in approval.

I glared at him.

He raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright," he said, pulling out his wand and waving it. My clothes dried instantly.

"Thank you," I said bitterly as I turned to Fred. "Run, Weasley. Or you shall die." I whipped out my wand.

Fred stuck his tongue out at me and ducked behind the statue as I sent a hex at him.

"Hey now!" Destyn exclaimed, snatching my wand away. "You know you're not supposed to do magic in the corridors."

"Goody two-shoes," James muttered.

"Not true," Destyn said, pointing my wand at James.

"Now, now, Mr. Destyn Wood," I said in a high pitched, evil, scolding voice. I snatched my wand back. "No magic in the corridors."

James burst out laughing as well as Fred who accidently stepped out from behind the statue during his laugh attack.

"Oh, you like to laugh, do you?" I asked Fred. "Well, here's something that'll make you laugh. Rictasempra!"

Well, there's the first chapter of the story about a bunch of crazy 7th years. It's kind of short but hopefully the next one will be longer and full of laughs! Wonder how Fred handled that tickling spell? ;)

Sophie's and Destyn's last name isn't a coincidence. They are, indeed, the children of one of my favorite HP characters ever! Oliver Wood!

Well, please review! I'd really appreciate it! =)