Freddie was sitting reading a book in the common room when someone burst through the door. He was planning on giving the person a nod and then return to the essay on breeding thestrals but when he met the eyes of the very loud someone, he knew that the somewhat morbid horses had to wait.

"What's up, cousin?" he asked James, whose quidditch robes were muddy and wet. "How was practice?"

"A complete fiasco!" James burst out and ripped off his armpads. "Where is your sister at?"

"Not at practice, I presume", Freddie said.

"No! This is the second time this month she didn't show. And afterwards she refuses to talk to me about it!" James shooed away a first year from the armchair opposite Freddie and collapsed. "What is she doing?"

"You're her BFF, not me", Freddie reminded him.

"Yeah, but you two are twins. Aren't you supposed to share each other's thoughts or something?" James looked at a sandwich laying on the table. "Is that yours?" He had finished half the sandwich before Freddie even had a chance to answer.

"What kind of muggle movies is granddad making you watch?" Ever since Arthur Weasley had discovered the DVD player, he'd been forcing his grandchildren to watch all sorts of TV shows and movies with him. Freddie was still a bit shaky after having to sit through an entire season of Bachelorette the other week. "Just cause we're twins doesn't mean we're psychic, you know."

"You should be", James smiled. "That would have been so cool."

"Yeah, right", Freddie said. "Having to hear her thoughts all day. There'd be nothing but Quidditch terms and ideas on how to turn Filch into a dog and make him chase after Mrs. Norris II."

"We would never do that." James sounded offended. "He's so old he'd just role up in front of the fire and sleep anyway."

"How they made you captain of the team, I wonder." Freddie rolled his eyes.

"According to professor Davies, I 'have potential'", James said and made quotation marks in the air. "But all I know right now, is that I have the potential of kicking dear little Ro off the team if she doesn't show up soon."

"Speaking of team, where's the rest of our relatives?" Freddie asked.

"They're still practicing. Hugo's a bit stiff in his arm after getting bitten by that hippogriff the other week, so I made him do some more rounds with the quaffle."

"Tough love."

"It's the only way to go", James said and got up from the armchair. "But seriously, tell Roxy I wanna talk to her if you see her, okay? I'm heading for the showers."

Ten seconds after he'd left the common room, the dark freckled face of Freddie's sister showed up through the entrance, and soon after that, the rest of her. She was wearing high heels and lipstick. He'd never seen her in anything but sneakers and scrunchies before.

"Not. A. Word", she hissed and disappeared into the girl's dorm.

"Oookay", Freddie said and returned to his family-drama-free book of thestrals.