A/N – Thank you to everyone who is reading this! And so to day three…
Prompt – "If I hadn't spilled that drink, none of this would have happened."
"So who are you going to ask to this Ball then?" George said as the twins sat down next to Lee Jordan at the breakfast table. Lee's eyes flickered to the Ravenclaw table but he said nothing.
"Angelina," Fred replied.
George sighed. "I was going to ask Angelina."
"Well, too late." Fred grinned, elbowing George in the side. "I'm older, I get first choice."
"Yeah, by seven minutes," George scoffed, shoving Fred's shoulder.
Fred pushed him back and Lee snatched his drink off the table before it was knocked over.
"Lee, who are you asking?" George turned from his brother, elbowing him as he did so.
"Umm, I don't know," he said, his eyes once more flicking over his shoulder to the Ravenclaw table and the pretty blonde girl sitting diagonally behind him. Fred and George noticed his gaze and both turned to stare at the girl, as unsubtly as the Weasley twins could possibly be.
"Ah, yes," said Fred.
"I see," said George.
"Felicity Eastchurch," said Fred.
"Felicity Eastchurch," Lee repeated, a slightly wistful note to his voice. The twins shared a look and suddenly Lee was slightly nervous. He hadn't been friends with the twins for six years without picking up when they were up to something.
But the rest of breakfast passed without incident, the twins quietly eating their toast without another mention of the Ball. Lee eyed them suspiciously all through the meal.
By the time he had finished his own bowl of porridge he had forgotten his apprehension. He got up, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, just as George pushed away his plate and Fred picked up his goblet.
Lee had barely taken one step before the twins both sprang into motion.
"Oh no!" Fred cried over-dramatically. "I've spilt my pumpkin juice."
George threw himself back from the table to get away from the pool of liquid seeping towards him. He knocked into Lee and Lee stumbled, knocking into a girl behind him.
He felt his cheeks heat up as he turned around and saw it was Felicity Eastchurch he had bumped into.
"Oh, er, sorry," he mumbled, shooting a glare at the now laughing twins. Fred had already vanished the spill with his wand and George was clutching the side of the table as he sniggered.
"That's ok," Felicity said, eyeing the twins as well.
"Um, let me make it up to you," Lee said quickly, before he could lose his nerve. "Let me take you to the Ball…"
Felicity blushed, tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded.
"Yeah, ok, that would be nice."
"Really? Ok, great. Thanks!"
"See you in Care of Magical Creatures later, Lee."
"Yeah! Yeah, see you later, Felicity!" Lee sank down onto the bench beside George, staring at Felicity's retreating back. "Whoa."
"Well, there you are. Wasn't too difficult, was it?" George asked.
"Good job I spilt my juice," Fred added, winking at Lee. Lee punched them both on the shoulder.
A/N – Not quite as happy with this one… oh well, tell me what you thought! :)
