Hi everyone, sorry this has been so long since updating. I've had a bit of a mind blank regarding it, but here's the next installment. It's kind of a filler. Sorry. Review if you want, don't if you don't. x
Evan was sitting on her desk, as usual, absentmindedly spooning macaroni and cheese into her mouth as she read. Fred was lying on an empty bed, watching her.
"You need to stop asking Juvo to make this for me." Evan said, swallowing, "It's going to make me fat."
"It will not." Fred laughed, "Plus, I've seen you at meal times, you barely eat."
Evan eye-balled him, "I eat plenty." There was silence for a moment, "So, I've been thinking…"
Fred looked worried, "You've been thinking what?"
"Oh!" Evan saw the look on her face, "No, it's nothing bad… I suppose."
"You suppose?" Fred moved from lying down to sitting straight, almost like a child being reprimanded.
"I think that perhaps… we should… have a word with Professor Dumbledore." Evan said slowly at the look on Fred's face, she laughed, "I know I'm not a teacher and you're not a student and our age is only months apart… but I still think that we should let him know what we're doing."
Fred smiled a little, "And what is it we're doing?"
Evan's smile faltered, "Um… well, I thought…" she began to squirm in her spot, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
Fred walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek, "I was kidding." Evan glared at him playfully, "But you're right," he continued, "talking to Dumbledore is probably the smart thing to do…"
Fred and Evan ran swiftly down the hall way to Dumbledore's office the next afternoon.
"I knew I shouldn't have let you stop off at the kitchens for a snack. Now we're going to be late!" Evan panted as they ran.
All Fred could do was laugh, "Dumbledore won't mind… I mean really, it's Dumbledore."
"Fizzing Wizbees." Evan said breathlessly and the pair watched as the gargoyle jumped out of the way.
Fred and George were walking towards the Great Hall one morning soon after Fred and Evan's meeting with Professor Dumbledore. The meeting had gone fabulously – Dumbledore had given his blessing but implored that their relationship not get in the way of Fred's grades [Fred had hidden his laughter at this], Evan's work or the rules relating to being out of bed after hours [something easily avoided with the use of Harry's cloak].
Fred was whistling happily but George was more solemn. Today the Gryffindor Quidditch Team was playing Slytherin in what could easily end Gryffindor's chances at the house championship in a few months.
"Stop that." George almost hissed at Fred, hitting him on the side of the arm.
"I just feel happy today Gerogie," Fred laughed, "is that not ok?"
"Not today, not really," George shook his head, "This is Quidditch. We take Quidditch seriously."
"I have a good feeling about today." Fred's smile broadened as his eyes landed on Evan sitting in her usual spot on the faculty benches, smiling back at him, "A very good feeling."
"Yeah, well it's raining and looks like there'll be lightning soon too, I've got an ill feeling about today."
"Oh Georgie," Fred smiled, "It'll be fine. We'll beat the hell out of the Slytherins and party until three in the morning."
When it came to the game, Fred was right; Gryffindor had won, but not everything was fine.
George had been knocked out cold by a rogue bludger neither twin saw through the thick cloud or heard over the loud beating of thunder. Having fallen a considerable height and hitting the ground below, Fred saw blood dripping from the back of his brother's head. Naturally, he had been rushed to the hospital wing, which was where Fred, Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey and Evan were currently gathered.
"Is he going to be ok?" Fred could barely get the words out.
"We've fixed his broken bones and the blood loss," Madam Pomfrey said, speaking equally as quiet as Fred, "Now we just have to wait for him to wake up."
"When will that be?" McGonagall whispered, "Will there be any lasting damage?" There was silence.
"There's no way of telling," Evan said grimly, "Whenever George has the strength to wake, we'll be able to test him further."
Fred let the tears that had been welling in his eyes fall as Evan wrapped a blanket around his brother.
