When Are You Going To Grow Up?
Ch3: Quidditch
George woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He rolled over and read it. 10:00
The big red numbers flashed in his face, almost blinding him. He yawned, climbed out of bed, and pulled on his Quidditch robes. Today was his first game of Quidditch this year. He, along with his twin brother Fred, were both beaters for the Gryffondor team. Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell were the three chasers. His younger brother Ron Weasley was the keeper, and Harry Potter was the captain and seeker. George shook Fred awake.
"Hey, we've got to leave now." He said, causing his brother to spring awake, and hit his head on the ceiling.
"Ow, you dummy, why didn't you wake me up sooner?" He screamed.
"Because I just woke up myself. Anyway, I was only joking, we don't have to leave for another hour." Fred sighed, and let himself fall back against the bed, mumbling something like "idiot."
George however, wasn't very tired anymore, so he grabbed his broom, and walked down to the common room.
At the bottom of the stairs, he saw Angelina tapping her foot on the ground and looking very angry. When she saw George, she got red in the face, and he was sure he saw smoke coming out of her ears.
"You!" She screamed. "Did you think it was funny giving me that so called 'gift' last night? Well I didn't! It took me three hours to get that goo out of my hair! I-"
"What are you talking about?" George interupted her. He was very confused.
"Look Fred, I'm not in the mood for you-" George stopped her again.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George." He stated. She stopped yelling, but didn't seem to be calming down.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you please go get Fred, I would like a word with him."
George didn't think it was such a good idea he get his brother though. Angelina looked like she might kill him.
"This doesn't have to do with that package he gave you last night, does it?" That was the wrong thing to say.
"You knew about that!" Angelina Screamed, taking a swing at George. He ducked quickly, and scrambled back up to the dorm.
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"Hey Fred, wake up." George said, shaking his brother.
"Mmph..."
"Hey get up, your girlfriend is downstairs waiting for you."
"Huh?" Fred finally lifted his face up off the pillow.
"She said it has something to do with that thing you gave her last night."
"Oh, yeah. Did she like it? Is her hair still green?" George rolled his eyes.
"Her hair is back to normal, but I don't think she liked the "gift" very much."
"Really? I thought it was funny sticking an invisible green slime balloon in there!"
"Well, she didn't. Get up and apoligize." George said, pulling Fred out of the bed.
"Alright, alright. I'm getting up."
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Fred despreately tried to avoid Angelina's wrath during the match, in which they were getting pounded by Slytherin, but with no avail. She kept giving him evil looks durning the Quidditch game, that he couldn't help but return, once tearing his concentration off an oncoming bludger, that pelted him in the stomach. He dropped his bat, and fell out of the sky towards the ground below. Angelina, obviously seeing what she had done, zoomed down towards him. He was feet away from the ground, when Angelina scooped him up in her arms and set him softly down on the ground.
His eyes were slightly open, and he saw the rest of the Gryffondor team rushing towards him, which included Harry, who had caught the golden snitch amongst the confusion.
"Fred I'm so sorry!" Angelina was crying.
"No harm done, I'm fine." He said, wincing. The team eyed him suspiciously.
He then looked up at the scoreboard. GRYFFONDOR: 160 SLYTHERIN: 50
"Ah, we showed them." And then he fainted in Angelina's arms.
Ch3: Quidditch
George woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He rolled over and read it. 10:00
The big red numbers flashed in his face, almost blinding him. He yawned, climbed out of bed, and pulled on his Quidditch robes. Today was his first game of Quidditch this year. He, along with his twin brother Fred, were both beaters for the Gryffondor team. Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell were the three chasers. His younger brother Ron Weasley was the keeper, and Harry Potter was the captain and seeker. George shook Fred awake.
"Hey, we've got to leave now." He said, causing his brother to spring awake, and hit his head on the ceiling.
"Ow, you dummy, why didn't you wake me up sooner?" He screamed.
"Because I just woke up myself. Anyway, I was only joking, we don't have to leave for another hour." Fred sighed, and let himself fall back against the bed, mumbling something like "idiot."
George however, wasn't very tired anymore, so he grabbed his broom, and walked down to the common room.
At the bottom of the stairs, he saw Angelina tapping her foot on the ground and looking very angry. When she saw George, she got red in the face, and he was sure he saw smoke coming out of her ears.
"You!" She screamed. "Did you think it was funny giving me that so called 'gift' last night? Well I didn't! It took me three hours to get that goo out of my hair! I-"
"What are you talking about?" George interupted her. He was very confused.
"Look Fred, I'm not in the mood for you-" George stopped her again.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George." He stated. She stopped yelling, but didn't seem to be calming down.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you please go get Fred, I would like a word with him."
George didn't think it was such a good idea he get his brother though. Angelina looked like she might kill him.
"This doesn't have to do with that package he gave you last night, does it?" That was the wrong thing to say.
"You knew about that!" Angelina Screamed, taking a swing at George. He ducked quickly, and scrambled back up to the dorm.
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"Hey Fred, wake up." George said, shaking his brother.
"Mmph..."
"Hey get up, your girlfriend is downstairs waiting for you."
"Huh?" Fred finally lifted his face up off the pillow.
"She said it has something to do with that thing you gave her last night."
"Oh, yeah. Did she like it? Is her hair still green?" George rolled his eyes.
"Her hair is back to normal, but I don't think she liked the "gift" very much."
"Really? I thought it was funny sticking an invisible green slime balloon in there!"
"Well, she didn't. Get up and apoligize." George said, pulling Fred out of the bed.
"Alright, alright. I'm getting up."
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Fred despreately tried to avoid Angelina's wrath during the match, in which they were getting pounded by Slytherin, but with no avail. She kept giving him evil looks durning the Quidditch game, that he couldn't help but return, once tearing his concentration off an oncoming bludger, that pelted him in the stomach. He dropped his bat, and fell out of the sky towards the ground below. Angelina, obviously seeing what she had done, zoomed down towards him. He was feet away from the ground, when Angelina scooped him up in her arms and set him softly down on the ground.
His eyes were slightly open, and he saw the rest of the Gryffondor team rushing towards him, which included Harry, who had caught the golden snitch amongst the confusion.
"Fred I'm so sorry!" Angelina was crying.
"No harm done, I'm fine." He said, wincing. The team eyed him suspiciously.
He then looked up at the scoreboard. GRYFFONDOR: 160 SLYTHERIN: 50
"Ah, we showed them." And then he fainted in Angelina's arms.