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"Will you please just ask her out?" Oliver sat laughing at Fred who had been staring at Angelina.
"What do you mean? I don't like her."
"Yes you do!"
Fred gave a sigh and shook his head. "Ok, I do. I can't help it. Ever since you all came over to our house during the summer I've been crazy for her. It just started once you all left."
"Then ask her out, your not acting like yourself. We need to hear Fred's jokes." Fred gave a slight laugh. It's true; he hadn't been acting like himself. Just a couple of days before they left for Hogwarts, Bill, who was visiting from Egypt, said he was acting funny.
"Your right Oliver. I'll just walk up to her and ask her out."
"Good! Now watch the sorting, I bet that that blond girl will be a Hufflepuff." Guessing the house of first years was a game they played every year. "No, I say Ravenclaw." Fred said, trying to get back to his normal spirit and enjoy the feast. "RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted. "Told you!" Fred yelled over the Ravenclaw table's applause. "Shame," sighed Oliver. "She's got a good chaser body. I hope Ravenclaw doesn't notice that, you know that they lost a chaser?" "No, I didn't." said Fred. Now he had another worry, who Ravenclaw would pick for their chaser.
Dumbledore stood up then waiting for silence. "Welcome back to Hogwarts everyone! Just a few announcements. Ravenclaw's, there will be tryouts for the chaser position in 3 weeks. Also, at Christmas time we will be holding an end of the year ball open for all 4th years and older. A student under the 4th year may only go if a student of 4th and up invites them. Now, let the feast begin!"
The plates before them filled with all types of food. Steaks, chicken, corn, salad, rolls, jugs of pumpkin juice, and so much more was available. All through dinner the chat was only of the ball. Younger students were complaining to each other about the unfairness of not letting them go. The older students were talking excitedly of who would go with who and what they would wear. Fred of course was thinking of Angelina. But how would he ask her? He first wanted to ask her out and he had to think of how he would do that. He should do it quickly though. Before someone else asks her, he thought.
"Will you please just ask her out?" Oliver sat laughing at Fred who had been staring at Angelina.
"What do you mean? I don't like her."
"Yes you do!"
Fred gave a sigh and shook his head. "Ok, I do. I can't help it. Ever since you all came over to our house during the summer I've been crazy for her. It just started once you all left."
"Then ask her out, your not acting like yourself. We need to hear Fred's jokes." Fred gave a slight laugh. It's true; he hadn't been acting like himself. Just a couple of days before they left for Hogwarts, Bill, who was visiting from Egypt, said he was acting funny.
"Your right Oliver. I'll just walk up to her and ask her out."
"Good! Now watch the sorting, I bet that that blond girl will be a Hufflepuff." Guessing the house of first years was a game they played every year. "No, I say Ravenclaw." Fred said, trying to get back to his normal spirit and enjoy the feast. "RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted. "Told you!" Fred yelled over the Ravenclaw table's applause. "Shame," sighed Oliver. "She's got a good chaser body. I hope Ravenclaw doesn't notice that, you know that they lost a chaser?" "No, I didn't." said Fred. Now he had another worry, who Ravenclaw would pick for their chaser.
Dumbledore stood up then waiting for silence. "Welcome back to Hogwarts everyone! Just a few announcements. Ravenclaw's, there will be tryouts for the chaser position in 3 weeks. Also, at Christmas time we will be holding an end of the year ball open for all 4th years and older. A student under the 4th year may only go if a student of 4th and up invites them. Now, let the feast begin!"
The plates before them filled with all types of food. Steaks, chicken, corn, salad, rolls, jugs of pumpkin juice, and so much more was available. All through dinner the chat was only of the ball. Younger students were complaining to each other about the unfairness of not letting them go. The older students were talking excitedly of who would go with who and what they would wear. Fred of course was thinking of Angelina. But how would he ask her? He first wanted to ask her out and he had to think of how he would do that. He should do it quickly though. Before someone else asks her, he thought.