"Race you!"
"Three hundred and forty one, three hundred and forty two..."
"There are too many stairs!"
"Stop complaining George!" The boys and I were racing each other up the stairs, we had just finished our races in Hogwarts' annual broomstick races and George had hurt his leg so he kept on complaining.
"You're not the one whose leg got hit by a Bludger in Quidditch yesterday, are you?" I asked.
"Actually... I am." Fred smirked, he knew that it was hard for George to admit that to me, even though I had watched the whole game without their knowledge of me being there.
We all took out our lunch and got to work at gobbling it all up before our next races. "Why weren't you disqualified if you were injured and fell off your broom though?"
"I honestly don't know!" Fred and George chuckled at my inquisitive face. "In the broomstick races book it says that any warlock who is injured is not allowed to participate..."
"My guess is that they are just being lazy today," George said. I laughed so hard I almost cried the twins have such a good sense of humour.
"Yeah, they were totally being lazy!" I replied. "Shall we see if they are still relaxing around on the ground now?"
Fred removed the Marauders' Map from his pocket and placed it on the ground.
"We are sincerely up to no good!"
"Omigosh! Harry Potter's coming this way and so is Hermione and Ron! Quick, hide me!" The boys gave me an invisibility potion so they couldn't see me.
I knew that they would help me in any situation I was in...