AN:I am sooo so sorry I haven't posted in so long! I've been super busy, but I'm trying!

Sammy

The next day, I had double Transfiguration first. I finally managed to turn my match into a pin, along with most of the class. We then began trying to turn it back. The only person who succeeded was an uppity Ravenclaw. Defense Against the Dark Arts was right after an uneventful lunch. I sat next to Lee Jordan, and we flicked little burning balls of paper at our Slytherin neighbors. This resulted in a full on war, complete with overturned table forts, and the rest of the class. Professor Tawny-foot, and elderly gentleman, didn't even turn around. Professor McGonagall came in and stopped us, but since she couldn't decide who was responsible, we got off with a warning.

"I think those two had a row." I whispered to Lee, as we sat down at Lunch. The twins were sitting three people down from each other, and had stony expressions on their identical faces.

"I think you're right. They look angry."

"Should we try talking to them?"

"Best to leave it alone" Lee was cut off by Fred,

"What are you two whispering about?" His voice came out slightly shrill, and whiny.

"Just talking about how much fun DADA was." I said quickly, kicking Lee under the table.

"Um yeah. Nothing bad." Fred didn't look convinced. Instead he turned to the boy beside him, and opened his mouth, then shut it. He seemed to have forgotten George wasn't sitting next to him. Lee and I shared a look. This wasn't good.

"Um Fred? Is there something wrong?"

"No!" He replied rather quickly.

"Are you sure?" Lee's voice had a calming effect, and it all came pouring out: how George was mad at him for something, and how he'd never been in a fight with his twin before. It actually didn't seem like a very big deal, but I suppose to him it was. Silly boys. So much drama.

After dinner, I found George in the common room.

"Hey George. Are you mad at Fred?" No sense beating around the bush.

"What? No! Why would I be mad at him?" He stood up from his armchair, and looked around.

"Where is he?" I shrugged.

"Dorm?" He nodded and sped off.

At breakfast the next day, they were sitting together, laughing as usual. When I sat down they turned and thanked me. I grinned.

"We couldn't have you fighting, now could we?"