George Weasley stared into the fire, thinking.
At least ten times a day, someone called him "Fred or George, whichever one you are." He was sick and tired of that. And of being paired with Fred in everything they did. They were always "Fred and George." No one could ever tell them apart.
George got up decisively. He was finished with all that. He would wear his blue-and-yellow "G" sweater, he would make himself a nametag, whatever it took. Then he sat down again. It wouldn't matter. No one would care. They would know his name, but in their mind he would still be "one of the Weasley twins."
"Oy! George!" called Katie Bell from across the room. George looked up.
"How d'you know I'm not Fred?" he asked, going over to her.
"I was guessing. Here, do you know what the key ingredient to a Strengthening Solution is? I haven't a clue, I was booby-trapping Bulstrode's cauldron when Snape talked about it."
"Pickled doxy wings," George answered dully. For a moment he had hoped.
"Thanks. Hey, you know Zonko's is having a huge sale Saturday?" Katie set down her quill and looked up at him expectantly.
"Yeah, but it's not a Hogsmeade weekend."
"Who cares, you know all the secret passages out of here anyway. Want to head over with me?"
"Why don't you ask Fred?" George started to turn and go back to moping when she replied firmly.
"I don't want to go with Fred. I don't like Fred. I like you."
"But you can't even tell us apart!"
Katie sighed, exasperated. "Not by looking at you. No one can. But if we started talking together, I could tell right away if it were you or Fred. You're two different people, even if you look alike. And I like you better. Who cares about looks, anyway? So do you want to go to Hogsmeade or not?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"Yes, I am."
George grinned widely. "Absolutely!"
She smiled back. "And there's another difference between you and Fred."
"Mm?"
"Your smile is way cuter." She turned back to her Potions essay.
George went back and stared in the fire again. Katie was right. He and George were different. Fred had more of a temper, George tended to be cool when he was angry. Fred never helped anyone out with their homework, George did it all the time. Fred tended to talk first, George followed along. Besides, George's smile was way cuter.
At least ten times a day, someone called him "Fred or George, whichever one you are." He was sick and tired of that. And of being paired with Fred in everything they did. They were always "Fred and George." No one could ever tell them apart.
George got up decisively. He was finished with all that. He would wear his blue-and-yellow "G" sweater, he would make himself a nametag, whatever it took. Then he sat down again. It wouldn't matter. No one would care. They would know his name, but in their mind he would still be "one of the Weasley twins."
"Oy! George!" called Katie Bell from across the room. George looked up.
"How d'you know I'm not Fred?" he asked, going over to her.
"I was guessing. Here, do you know what the key ingredient to a Strengthening Solution is? I haven't a clue, I was booby-trapping Bulstrode's cauldron when Snape talked about it."
"Pickled doxy wings," George answered dully. For a moment he had hoped.
"Thanks. Hey, you know Zonko's is having a huge sale Saturday?" Katie set down her quill and looked up at him expectantly.
"Yeah, but it's not a Hogsmeade weekend."
"Who cares, you know all the secret passages out of here anyway. Want to head over with me?"
"Why don't you ask Fred?" George started to turn and go back to moping when she replied firmly.
"I don't want to go with Fred. I don't like Fred. I like you."
"But you can't even tell us apart!"
Katie sighed, exasperated. "Not by looking at you. No one can. But if we started talking together, I could tell right away if it were you or Fred. You're two different people, even if you look alike. And I like you better. Who cares about looks, anyway? So do you want to go to Hogsmeade or not?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"Yes, I am."
George grinned widely. "Absolutely!"
She smiled back. "And there's another difference between you and Fred."
"Mm?"
"Your smile is way cuter." She turned back to her Potions essay.
George went back and stared in the fire again. Katie was right. He and George were different. Fred had more of a temper, George tended to be cool when he was angry. Fred never helped anyone out with their homework, George did it all the time. Fred tended to talk first, George followed along. Besides, George's smile was way cuter.