A/N- Thanks to all who reviewed!
Blah³- Good idea, but not that close. I can honestly say that she is not close (or related) to any of the characters. Here's a hint: if you own "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", look up Winged Horses.
Silver Arrow- Keeping the twins in character is hard. I'm a twin myself so I just take my sister and me and make us as troublemaking as possible. Plus a good sense of humor helps.
ErikaofHalo- Oh yeah! You borrow my clothes too. What does that say about you!?! And at least I don't smell! (this is my sister ( I'm not usually this mean)
Chapter 5:
A sympathetic Oliver Wood
Fred could hear the voices from inside the wing for sometime now. He might have been able to follow the conversation if he had cared to listen close enough. At the moment, he was trying to slow the events of the last half-hour that were spinning like a cyclone in his head. Anxiously, he looked back at the wooden door.
'How long does it take to recount five minutes?' He asked himself with a sigh. 'Oliver's story couldn't possibly be that interesting.'
The silence was so loud his head throbbed, which added to his discomfort. He settled his head in his hands to ease the pain. That and the spinning made it very hard for him to concentrate… which might have been a good thing.
"Weasley," Fred heard Oliver shut the door behind him. "Dumbledore said he'd call for you when they ready for you."
"Alright"
They stood in the same pounding silence for few minutes. Fred could feel the 14-year-olds eyes studying his face. Suddenly Oliver approached the redhead and sat down on the cool stone castle floor next to him. "Alright, what did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've got 'guilty' written all over your face." Oliver answered motioning to the younger student's face. "Was it a practical joke? Did you make her faint by turning her wand into a snake or mouse or such?"
"I made her laugh." Fred replied quietly.
"Laugh?" Oliver said skeptically. "You're kidding."
"I've never hurt anyone by making them laugh before, Wood" Fred answered looking up at him. "I'm a little shocked."
"I'm sure she'll be okay, Weasley," The keeper stated sympathetically. "Don't worry. I have full faith that in this world no one had ever been hurt by laughing."
The door next to the two creaked open, causing Fred's stomach to jump into his chest. "Mr. Weasley? We're ready for you." Professor Flitwick's small voice echoed from the small teacher out into the hall. "Mr. Wood, I suggest you get to class."
Fred and Oliver stood up simultaneously. "See you at practice, Fred." He said with a smile and began to walk down the hall. Fred watched him leave and then followed the charms professor into the Hospital Wing prepared to tell his story.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Lee ran down the long corridor, dodging various students, and twice almost falling on his face. "George! George!"
The red head turned from his current conversation with Alicia to where his other friends voice was coming from.
"You'll never guess what I just found out." He panted, sliding to a halt, next to the younger and only present twin. Before he could spit out his information, Lee looked around. "Where's Fred?"
"I don't know," George said exasperatedly. He would have probably been more worried if Lee hadn't been the hundredth person to ask him that morning. "What's your news?"
"Adrian Puncey fell off his broom at the last Slytherin practice, broke his leg in four places. He'll be out for six weeks."
"He's only a chaser, Lee." Alicia replied with a shrug. "They can still play."
"Ah, yes," Lee smiled slyly. "But they don't have a reserve chaser this year. You, Katie, and Angelina get the advantage. Three against two are better odds."
"And when your chasers are as excellent as ours it should be six against two." George replied grin widely as Alicia.
"I know." She replied brushing off her nail haughtily.
George gave her a playful push causing the chaser to go into a fit of mad giggles. The scene made Lee roll his eyes as they began to walk down the long hallway to their charms class.
"Pity it wasn't Malfoy though." The qudditch commentator retorted. "Arrogant little daddy's boy could use a little sense to be knocked in him."
"Can't say I'd shear a tear if Malfoy cracked a few bones." George replied pulling his bag up father on his shoulder. "Actually I would probably do a little dance.
Alicia giggled and nodded in agreement.
"So where is your other half?" Lee pressed noticing the extreme one-ness of George's presence. (A/N- Isn't making up adjectives fun?)
"I waited for him in the Great Hall for as long as I could." George replied the annoyance returning to his voice, this time not at Lee but his brother. "I'll bet he's still in bed."
"Maybe he's playing a joke on us." Alicia suggested. "Maybe the next corner we turn, we'll get a bucket of water on our heads or something."
"I don't think so," George said shaking his head.
"No, I think Alicia may have an idea there." Lee pointed out. "We should watch our backs."
"Yeah, but the water in a bucket joke?" George quipped as they turned into Professor Flitwick's classroom. "That's so…Peeves"
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
"Where the hell were you?!" George shouted as Fred shut the dorm room behind him. The surprised look fueled the frustration. "I gave the signal a hundred times! Snape just walked through the spot unharmed. What were you thinking leaving your hiding spot?"
"The joke…" Fred sighed in the moment of clarity. "Right…
"What do mean 'the joke…right...'? George asked mocking Fred's lax tone. "Tell me you have a good explanation."
"Of course I do, little brother." Fred replied scratching his red head behind his ear. Telling George the truth was out of the question. The ridiculing would be relentless. No, he had to come up with an excuse. "I had to go."
"Go where?"
"You know go." Fred answered making swinging motions with his hands. "I could go into detail, if you want."
"No, no" George said backing up with his hands in the air, admitting submission. "That's alright."
Fred half smiled at his quick cover as he jumped on his bed.
"But you could have given me a signal or something--" The younger twin mumbled.
"Details!" Fred snapped quickly pointing his finger.
"Alright, alright!" George laughed. "But the joke is only postponed, we'll try again tomorrow."
"Deal," Fred replied closing his eyes. He didn't notice if (or when) his identical brother left. All he could remember was sinking into his warm, soft pillows…
…Only to be awoken by a constant nudging…
A/N- Feel free to tell me your guesses! This story is not completely set in stone, so if I like part of your idea, I might put it in! R/R!!!
Blah³- Good idea, but not that close. I can honestly say that she is not close (or related) to any of the characters. Here's a hint: if you own "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", look up Winged Horses.
Silver Arrow- Keeping the twins in character is hard. I'm a twin myself so I just take my sister and me and make us as troublemaking as possible. Plus a good sense of humor helps.
ErikaofHalo- Oh yeah! You borrow my clothes too. What does that say about you!?! And at least I don't smell! (this is my sister ( I'm not usually this mean)
Chapter 5:
A sympathetic Oliver Wood
Fred could hear the voices from inside the wing for sometime now. He might have been able to follow the conversation if he had cared to listen close enough. At the moment, he was trying to slow the events of the last half-hour that were spinning like a cyclone in his head. Anxiously, he looked back at the wooden door.
'How long does it take to recount five minutes?' He asked himself with a sigh. 'Oliver's story couldn't possibly be that interesting.'
The silence was so loud his head throbbed, which added to his discomfort. He settled his head in his hands to ease the pain. That and the spinning made it very hard for him to concentrate… which might have been a good thing.
"Weasley," Fred heard Oliver shut the door behind him. "Dumbledore said he'd call for you when they ready for you."
"Alright"
They stood in the same pounding silence for few minutes. Fred could feel the 14-year-olds eyes studying his face. Suddenly Oliver approached the redhead and sat down on the cool stone castle floor next to him. "Alright, what did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've got 'guilty' written all over your face." Oliver answered motioning to the younger student's face. "Was it a practical joke? Did you make her faint by turning her wand into a snake or mouse or such?"
"I made her laugh." Fred replied quietly.
"Laugh?" Oliver said skeptically. "You're kidding."
"I've never hurt anyone by making them laugh before, Wood" Fred answered looking up at him. "I'm a little shocked."
"I'm sure she'll be okay, Weasley," The keeper stated sympathetically. "Don't worry. I have full faith that in this world no one had ever been hurt by laughing."
The door next to the two creaked open, causing Fred's stomach to jump into his chest. "Mr. Weasley? We're ready for you." Professor Flitwick's small voice echoed from the small teacher out into the hall. "Mr. Wood, I suggest you get to class."
Fred and Oliver stood up simultaneously. "See you at practice, Fred." He said with a smile and began to walk down the hall. Fred watched him leave and then followed the charms professor into the Hospital Wing prepared to tell his story.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Lee ran down the long corridor, dodging various students, and twice almost falling on his face. "George! George!"
The red head turned from his current conversation with Alicia to where his other friends voice was coming from.
"You'll never guess what I just found out." He panted, sliding to a halt, next to the younger and only present twin. Before he could spit out his information, Lee looked around. "Where's Fred?"
"I don't know," George said exasperatedly. He would have probably been more worried if Lee hadn't been the hundredth person to ask him that morning. "What's your news?"
"Adrian Puncey fell off his broom at the last Slytherin practice, broke his leg in four places. He'll be out for six weeks."
"He's only a chaser, Lee." Alicia replied with a shrug. "They can still play."
"Ah, yes," Lee smiled slyly. "But they don't have a reserve chaser this year. You, Katie, and Angelina get the advantage. Three against two are better odds."
"And when your chasers are as excellent as ours it should be six against two." George replied grin widely as Alicia.
"I know." She replied brushing off her nail haughtily.
George gave her a playful push causing the chaser to go into a fit of mad giggles. The scene made Lee roll his eyes as they began to walk down the long hallway to their charms class.
"Pity it wasn't Malfoy though." The qudditch commentator retorted. "Arrogant little daddy's boy could use a little sense to be knocked in him."
"Can't say I'd shear a tear if Malfoy cracked a few bones." George replied pulling his bag up father on his shoulder. "Actually I would probably do a little dance.
Alicia giggled and nodded in agreement.
"So where is your other half?" Lee pressed noticing the extreme one-ness of George's presence. (A/N- Isn't making up adjectives fun?)
"I waited for him in the Great Hall for as long as I could." George replied the annoyance returning to his voice, this time not at Lee but his brother. "I'll bet he's still in bed."
"Maybe he's playing a joke on us." Alicia suggested. "Maybe the next corner we turn, we'll get a bucket of water on our heads or something."
"I don't think so," George said shaking his head.
"No, I think Alicia may have an idea there." Lee pointed out. "We should watch our backs."
"Yeah, but the water in a bucket joke?" George quipped as they turned into Professor Flitwick's classroom. "That's so…Peeves"
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
"Where the hell were you?!" George shouted as Fred shut the dorm room behind him. The surprised look fueled the frustration. "I gave the signal a hundred times! Snape just walked through the spot unharmed. What were you thinking leaving your hiding spot?"
"The joke…" Fred sighed in the moment of clarity. "Right…
"What do mean 'the joke…right...'? George asked mocking Fred's lax tone. "Tell me you have a good explanation."
"Of course I do, little brother." Fred replied scratching his red head behind his ear. Telling George the truth was out of the question. The ridiculing would be relentless. No, he had to come up with an excuse. "I had to go."
"Go where?"
"You know go." Fred answered making swinging motions with his hands. "I could go into detail, if you want."
"No, no" George said backing up with his hands in the air, admitting submission. "That's alright."
Fred half smiled at his quick cover as he jumped on his bed.
"But you could have given me a signal or something--" The younger twin mumbled.
"Details!" Fred snapped quickly pointing his finger.
"Alright, alright!" George laughed. "But the joke is only postponed, we'll try again tomorrow."
"Deal," Fred replied closing his eyes. He didn't notice if (or when) his identical brother left. All he could remember was sinking into his warm, soft pillows…
…Only to be awoken by a constant nudging…
A/N- Feel free to tell me your guesses! This story is not completely set in stone, so if I like part of your idea, I might put it in! R/R!!!