"Ciara! Are you coming to tryouts tonight?" Fred asked.
She sliced along her parchment below her essay and glared at him, "Nice joke."
"But you love quidditch." George stated. He received a warning glance from Mikey as Ciara's jaw set.
"You noticed." She said, staring daggers at the twins.
"What's wrong? Have you lost your bat?" George asked.
"Take mine!" Fred offered, throwing her his.
The entire room watched, holding their breath, as the twins presented the furious girl with a weapon.
She caught the bat without looking and they asked, "So, are you coming?" She took a swipe at their heads.
"What in Merlin's name is wrong?" They shrieked as she chased them round the common room, hurling abuse at them.
"Snape. Bloody. Banned. Me. From. Quidditch." She yelled, whacking George hard on the back.
"What?" They asked together, stopping and turning. Ciara took a deep breath and hurled the bat at the floor, denting the wood.
"You can't play?" Fred asked.
"Not until my potions is at an E." She fumed.
They stared at her, open mouthed.
"Snape must really hate you." George offered. He received a filthy death glare.
"I suck at potions. I'm never going to be able to play." She muttered.
The twins slowly began to grin.
"Well we don't suck at potions." George said.
"In fact, we're bloody brilliant at them." Fred agreed.
"And by the time we're done."
"You will be too."
Ciara raised an eyebrow, "Quick reminder- you do realise I'm after one of your places, right?"
The twins looked at each other, then shrugged, "Whatever- class starts tomorrow!"