Standing outside of Filch's office, Casey looked around the corner. Despite her impatience, there was still nothing there, but she could hear a loud clanging in the distance. She looked down the corridor to her right, where she saw two redheads jogging toward her. As Fred and George neared her, she held her index finger to her mouth, silently hushing them, and then she jolted her thumb behind her to Filch's office. He was still in there, humming softly to Mrs. Norris. As she did so, Fred and George nodded and slowed down, ducking behind the corner of the nearest corridor opposite of the office, peaking their heads so they could just see her. As the clanging got closer, Peeves came into view. He was singing a song with obscene language and throwing about pots and pans that he must have stolen from the house elves in the kitchen. Casey turned to the twins and nodded, signaling for them to back up into the corridor and escape if need be. Casey took out her wand and muttered the incantation for a disillusionment charm while tapping her wand to her head, and, much to her surprise, she felt a cool sensation down her body and saw that she indeed, was invisible.

"PEEVES!" She heard Filch yell, and he stormed out of his office to chase Peeves away. Casey dodged Filch and just barely missed him, but as he chased Peeves down the corridor away from his office, Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, stood staring straight up at her. At that very moment, however, Fred and George made a loud clanging noise down the other corridor, causing Mrs. Norris to dart in their direction. As she turned the corner, Casey strode into Filch's office.

She quickly pushed her hand down into her pocket to pull out a few canary cremes that Fred and George had just perfected, along with a note that Casey herself had forged from Madam Pince. The note said that she had made the creme puffs for Filch and that she hoped he liked them and that he, Filch, would meet her in the library after hours. As Casey hastily left the card and cremes on Filch's cluttered desk, she could hear Filch's voice echoing as he was coming back down the corridor toward his office.

Casey quickly leaped out of the office and around the corner away from Mrs. Norris, who waited at the door for Filch.

"Got rid of him, my pretty," He muttered softly to his cat. "We'll have to remember to tell Dumbledore about that, won't we? Stealing from the house elves..." He entered his office and shut the door softly so that it remained ajar. Casey quickly whispered the counter to the disillusionment charm and felt herself become visible again. She darted toward the corridor where she had last seen Fred and George. When she turned the corner she saw both of them, muttering and waiting next to the wall.

"Did you do it?" George asked.

"Did it work?" Fred asked.

"I got it on the desk. Let's watch." Casey said gesturing for them to peak around the corner with her. Just as the three had maneuvered themselves so they could all see around the corner without exposing too much of themselves to Filch if he were to burst from his office, they heard a very loud squawk.

"Yes," Fred whispered excitedly. Filch burst from his office, or what they assumed to be Filch because what threw itself out of Filch's office looked like a giant canary.

"Yes!" George whispered. Luckily, Filch the canary was looking the other way and didn't see them. Their excitement was amplified when Mrs. Norris leaped out of the office after the canary, seeming to forget that it had once been her loving master, and she pounced on him. Filch continued to squawk and try and scramble away from his cat until he finally began to molt his feathers.

"Get off, Mrs. Norris!" He yelled, his voice still hinted with a squawking noise.

"Go..." Casey whispered to the twins. "We've got to-"

"Who did it, my pretty?" Filch asked his cat once she had finally calmed down. Meanwhile, Fred, George and Casey backed away from the corner and tried their best to walk as quickly and quietly away from the scene as possible.

"Amazing!" George cried once they were safely far away from Filch's office. "That worked even better than I thought!"

"And Filch was the perfect test subject!" Fred exclaimed.

"That was really awesome," Casey agreed. "Amazing job, you guys."

"We couldn't have done it without you!" Fred exclaimed, clapping her on the back.

"Yeah, without your craftmanshift-"

"-And your perfect execution-"

"The prank wouldn't have been nearly as perfect!" George finished, giving Casey a high-five.

"But where would I be without my mischievous masterminds?" Casey smiled. "You two came up with all of it, after all. And getting Peeves in on it? Genius work that only a Weasley could pull off."

"Well, we appreciate the compliment, Case." Fred said, slipping an arm around their shoulder as they continued to walk down the corridor. Casey thought she saw George eye linger on Fred's arm around her with a small smile, but as soon as she noticed it, it was gone. Perhaps Fred noticed too because he quickly brought his arm back to his side.

"Sure you won't help us concoct anything for the secret judge, Case?" George asked, breaking the brief silence. Casey sighed. This had been a topic that had come up a lot in the last month now that the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were arriving tonight, and the judge who would pick the champions of each school would be presented.

"No, I'm not helping you," Casey said, but she couldn't help but smile. She had gotten over her frustrations and anger with Fred and George and now she was just amused that they were still so obsessed with joining the Triwizard Tournament.

"I wonder how the other students are getting here?" Fred said.

"Dunno," George responded. "Maybe they'll fly on broomsticks."

"I doubt it, that's too far to fly." Casey said.

"How do you know where the schools are?" George asked. "Are you holding out on us?"

"I don't know where they are," Casey laughed. "But I know they're both far enough away that the students wouldn't fly. Don't be thick, George."

"That's asking a lot of him, Case." Fred joked. "Be careful. You might confuse him."

"All right, if they're not flying, what are they doing?"

"Maybe they're using a port key?" Casey wonder aloud.

"That wouldn't work with too many people, though." George said.

"They could use more than one?" Fred proposed.

"No, that'd be too complicated." Casey shook her head. "I suppose we'll just have to see."

"Won't be too long, though," Fred said excitedly. "The feast begins in an hour and they'll be coming around then."

The hour went faster than usual as Fred, George and Casey joked around in the common room until it was time to walk down to the feast. As they gathered outside the castle with the rest of the students and waited for the students from the other schools to arrive, Casey shivered impatiently.

"Are you cold?" Fred asked. Without waiting for an answer, he slipped off his jacket and handed it to Casey.

"Fred, no," Casey said, though she was rather cold. "You're barely wearing anything under that, put it back on."

"I'm not cold." Fred insisted, attempting to push the sweater on her.

"Stop it," She laughed. "Seriously, I don't need it."

"You're lying through your teeth, you're freezing." Fred said. "Here, I can help." He slipped the jacket over her shoulders for her. "Better?"

"I guess it's okay," Casey murmured, trying her best not to smile back at him.

"Oh, come off it," Fred laughed. "That is the warmest sweater I've got. You're just embarrassed that I was right, as usual."

"Come on, take it back," Casey said, trying to push the jacket off of her shoulder, but before she could get it off there were several gasps as people started pointing to the sky. Casey looked up to a huge carriage flying through the air being pulled by massive palomino horses.

"Woah," Casey said, wide-eyed. Even in the wizarding world, she had never seen anything like it. As the carriage landed before them, there was enthusiastic chattering and gasps that indicated that many people were just as impressed as she was.

"Blimey," George said. Before he could say anything else, however, because a large woman emerged from the carriage, ushering more gasps.

"Bloody hell," Fred whispered. "That is a large woman." Casey stared at the woman who was nearly as large as Hagrid, who until now, was the largest person Casey had ever known without any competition whatsoever. Her olive skin glowed brilliantly in the moonlight as she greeted Dumbledore and Casey could tell she was a woman of excellence. Students in powder blue robes crowded out of the carriage behind their headmistress, and they looked shocked at the chill of the evening.

"Well, that was definitely no broom." Fred chuckled.

"I'll say it wasn't," Casey said, shaking her head in wonder. "I wonder if Durmstrang will arrive the same way?"

They waited anxiously for Durmstrang to arrive, everyone looking impatiently to the sky. After about five minutes of waiting, Casey heard a light splashing growing more loud and restless from the lake. Distractedly, Casey looked over to the lake and thought she may be hallucinating, for she saw a shadow emerging from the lake.

"Guys," She muttered, tugging on Fred's arm. "Look."

"The lake!" Someone shouted, and everyone shifted their gaze to view what appeared to be a giant ship rising from the depths of the lake.

"Oh my god," Casey muttered, her mouth agape.

"Brilliant!" George cried.

An older man with graying hair and a crooked smile emerged from the ship and came to greet Dumbledore.

"Must be the headmaster." Casey murmured.

"You think?" Fred looked appraisingly toward the slender man. "I thought maybe he was a student."

"You prat," Casey laughed, attempting to scowl at Fred's satisfied smirk. As she smiled up to him, she couldn't help but notice how brilliant his brown eyes looked while gleaming in the light of the moon. He stared back with a grin, perhaps admiring the gleam of hers, but they were interrupted by George's voice.

"It's Krum." George nearly shouted, pointing at the crowd of students coming from the ship. Casey and Fred looked to where George was pointing and sure enough, it was the famous Quidditch player Viktor Krum.

"He's still in school?" Casey asked as he slumped by with a grumpy look on his face.

"I guess," Fred muttered. "I knew he was young but I had no idea he was still in school."

"Blimey," George said. "I'd love to get to talk with the bloke."

"He doesn't look like he's in a good enough mood to talk," Casey commented.

"He doesn't need to be," Fred insisted. "He's a famous quidditch player."

The feast was even better than usual, as there was a lot of new and interesting foods added to the usual dishes. Casey found some paella and eagerly went to try it while Fred and George suspiciously eyed some cassoulet. Angelina and Alicia were much more interested in the foreign students, however.

"Look at that one," giggled Alicia, pointing to a particularly handsome blonde Durmstrang student sitting at the Hufflepuff table.

"Ooh," Angelina cooed while examining him. "Look at him, though!" She pointed at the student across from him who had a shaggy head of dark curls.

"You two are ridiculous," Casey laughed between bites of bouillabaise. "You can't even see his face and he's sitting down."

"But his hair," Angelina whined. "The two of your children would make beautiful children." She commented as she tousled Casey's black curls. This caused Fred to look at her with an appraising look.

"Come off it," Casey said, pushing Angelina's hand away while laughing. "I'm not into slavic men. But that one," Casey gestured to a Beauxbaton student with olive skin who looked like he may be Spanish or Italian. "Now he's a sight." Angelina and Alicia cheered for her and patted her on the back. Fred, however, looked a little sullen throughout the rest of the feast.

After the feast, Dumbledore welcomed the guests and introduced Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman, judges for the Triwizard tournament. At the mention of Bagman's name, Fred and George stiffened.

"Is that him?" Casey whispered. "The one who scammed you?"

"Yeah," Fred muttered. "But it's fine, don't worry about it." Fred's tone was sharp and final, so Casey left the subject alone. She faced forward to see Dumbledore holding a box and heaving it onto a stool in front of the hall. As he opened it up, he pulled out a large goblet.

"This," Dumbledore spoke. "Is the Goblet of Fire. It is was will be choosing the three champions for the Triwizard tournament." As he continued to explain the process, Fred and George's face lit up.

"Brilliant," Fred muttered as they left the Great Hall. "An age line?"

"That's too easy," George beamed. "We'll be able to enter for sure."

"Are you two thick?" Casey scowled. "Dumbledore isn't stupid. He's one of the most powerful wizards in the world. You won't be able to get past that age line."

"Ah, well that's where you come in, love." Fred said boldly. "We'll use an Aging potion."

"An Aging potion?" Casey repeated. "Now I know you're thick. An Aging potion isn't going to work, and I'm not going to make it for you."

"Come on, Case," Fred pleaded.

"Why not?" George asked.

"I told both of you that I wasn't going to be involved in helping you entering the tournament and making a potion for you is exactly that."

"But, Casey, what if we mess up the potion ourselves and hurt ourselves that way?" George proposed. "Wouldn't that be just as bad?"

"No, it'd be a lesson to not be so stupid." Casey snapped. "And it'd be your fault, not mine."

"Fine then, suit yourself." Fred answered, looking far more angry than Casey would have expected. When they got to the common room, Fred went up to bed with a curt "'Night." and left she and George near the common room. Casey felt her chest deflate a little in disappointment. She had been enjoying that her relationship with Fred was back to normal and was hoping to spend more time with him before going to bed.

"Don't worry about him, Case." George said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He's just a bit sour lately."

"What going on?" Casey asked, looking up to George.

"It may have something to do with you looking at those Beauxbaton students and choosing your future husband."

"What?" Casey asked.

"Now you're being thick," George smiled. "It's obvious. Do you not know?"

"What do you mean?" Casey asked suspiciously.

"He fancies you." George stated. "And by the looks of it you fancy him back, and he's frustrating the hell out of you."

"I mean, he's...I don't, I don't fancy him." Casey stammered. "We're friends. Best friends."

"You sound a lot like him." George chuckled. "But I'm not stupid, Case. Well, according to you I may be, but I am definitely not blind. These eyes see all, and they've seen you two growing closer and sneaking more looks at each other and even sleeping together a few times."

"George, we didn't do anything!" Casey defended herself.

"I know," George said calmly. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't fancy you. Maybe he wanted to do something."

"George, we've talked about that." Casey said.

"And he said?"

"He said we were just friends and that he was only being the friend that I needed."

"Which doesn't necessarily mean, 'I don't fancy you.' In fact, it sounds like he was just trying to cover his arse in case you woke up from your state of grief and thought he was taking advantage of you." George pointed out.

"What?" Casey wasn't sure how to respond.

"That's what I thought at first, that he was taking advantage of you, and we had a row about it. But you know, I don't think so anymore. I know Fred cares about you, Case. He loves you as a friend, so I imagine he's not sure what to think of the whole situation. As you probably aren't either. But would it really be so bad if he did fancy you?"

"No," Casey admitted softly. George grinned.

"That's what I thought,"

"But George, this isn't how he is with girls he likes," Casey said. "You and him are both so flirtatious and always are pursuing someone or other and snogging anyone you please. This isn't like Fred."

"Maybe," George shrugged. "But I don't think it's unlike him. He cares about you."

"Because we're friends." Casey repeated.

"Casey," George said, looking her in the eye. "You're not just some girl for him."

"Has...has he said something to you?" Casey asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"He hasn't necessarily admitted anything," George said. "But if he did, I'm not the messenger. You two have to figure this out on your own."

"George, you can't know-"

"Rubbish." George said. "Of course I know. I'm his twin. I know everything about him."

Casey looked at her feet, a nervous pounding in her chest. "I guess."

"I'm going to bed," George said. "But don't worry about him, Case. He could never stay mad at you, I promise. Now get some sleep."

"Thanks, George." Casey said, hugging him. "Good night."

At that, Casey turned and went up the staircase to her dormitory where Angelina and Alicia had already turned out the lights and laid down for bed. She changed into some pajamas and settled into her four-poster, her heart still beating fast. Feeling like a fool, she finally let herself grin and feel a burst of glee in her chest now that she was safe and alone in her bed. She clutched her blankets to her chest as she shut her eyes, remembering Fred's hand stroking her hair as she had drifted off to sleep as she was doing now.

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