"You prats!" Alya exclaimed, walking out of the house as Fred and George were helping to de-gnome the garden with Ron and Harry. Before the twins knew it, she was behind them and smacking them both on the head with a rather large book.
"What was that for?" They both turned, glaring at the shorter girl.
"Going to play heroes! I thought you died!" She returned the glare, having to look up to meet their eyes.
"They were starving him, Alya!" Fred protested, using George's excuse from earlier.
"I understand not telling your mother but you could have at least told me, you prats!" She yelled, hitting George's chest because he was closer than Fred before slumping against him. "You morons…"
"Hey, Aly, were you worried about us?" Fred asked, crouching to look her in the eyes. She had obviously not gotten a lot of sleep.
"Of course I was!" She replied, raising a hand to hit the red haired boy.
"Fred and I figure that Alya fancies George." Ron whispered to Harry, standing further away and watching. Alya stood up straight and turned sharply.
"Ronald Weasley, you best hope you keep one eye open while you sleep!" She muttered, obviously using up all her energy on yelling at the twins. She rubbed one of her eyes and started walking back to the house. "I hate you all."
"Do not!" Fred and George called back before turning to the gnomes again.
"Why couldn't we've come in the car, eh?" Fred and George managed to get to the front of the crowd in the common room, congratulating Ron and Harry. Alya managed to follow them and smacked the twins before looking to Ron and Harry.
"I swear…" She mumbled, looking between the twins and the two second years. "You lot are likely to get yourselves killed."
"Alya, we're sorry!" George said, trying to get the girl's attention. Her hair was a bright red colour that it turned occasionally, from when the twins hexed her shampoo in their first year. They had been apologizing all morning.
"You two are fantastic influences on your brother! Are you going to teach Ginny to grow up the same?" She snapped suddenly, standing up and looking at Fred and George who were sitting on the sofa. "Honestly, you're going to get yourselves killed!"
"We thought the car would be a good idea!" Fred muttered, finding having to look up at the girl who was usually looking up at him, odd. "We're sorry."
"We really are, Aly, we know you were just worried about us." George said before standing up and hugging the girl suddenly. Fred just smirked, sitting back on the sofa and watching as Alya's expression softened. "Oh, alright."
Alya sat on the sofa, her knees drawn to her chest. She had been one of the first ones back to the common room, not wanting to stick around until the teachers told everyone to leave.
"Oy, Alya, are you alright?" George asked as he and Fred walked in, sitting next to her on the sofa.
"How can someone be that… cruel?" She asked, looking up at the twins. There was an odd sadness in her eyes that the twins had never seen before and instantly knew she was talking about what Draco had said.
"It'll be alright, Aly," Fred said, looking at his brother and putting a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Yeah, Dumbledore won't let anyone get killed!" George added, putting his arm around the girl who just smiled weakly at the twins.
"Well, only a couple months till we're going back!" Fred said, "Hopefully something less interesting happens."
"Well we'll have Harry to save the day." Alya smiled, looking over at Harry, Ron and Hermione saying their goodbyes.
"Good luck with Draco." George turned to Alya and hugged her before looking over at his brother.
"Give him hell." Fred said before hugging her as well.
"Have a good summer, and try not to get in to too much trouble!" Alya said before the twins walked over to where Mrs. Weasley was waiting.
