Haha, the more the merrier.
"George?" Harry said, cautiously knocking on the door to the fifth year
dormitory door.
"Huh," said the redhead as he popped his head out of the door. "Oh, Harry, come in you little bloke."
"George," he said quickly. "I saw-."
"You saw the peephole in the showers didn't you?!" He replied, grinning. "You'll be showering much quicker, and in your swim trunks, now that you saw that, eh?"
"No, that's not it. Well.I saw it, but it's not that."
"Not what?" came a voice from the door way. Fred Weasley strolled into the room, carrying his broomstick.
"Not the peephole in the quidditch showers, but I-," he was cut off again.
"So, you found that did you? I know who made it, it's that sixth year Slytherin girl.Malloy, her name is. If you ask me, I wouldn't mind her checking me out any day. As a matter of fact-," he too was stopped short at the entrance of three girls into the dormitory.
"What was that Fred Weasley?" Angelina Johnson asked in a stern voice.
"Er, what I mean is, um." he began turning red.
"Who cares," said Katie Bell. "Where's Wood, aren't we due to have quidditch practice in three hours? He's not even on the quidditch pitch yet, knowing Wood, he would've been there since breakfast."
"Wood's.busy right now," Harry interjected quietly.
"It's a girl isn't it?!" George said smirking. "S'about time Wood got some action."
"Wood's got Malloy, doesn't he.darn, I-," he stopped after seeing the dangerous look on Angelina's face.
"No, it's just that I was in there before." Harry tried again. "Wood's going over some diagrams, but he didn't look like he wanted to be-."
"That settles it," said Alicia quickly. "Let's go, we're going to go look at them with him."
"No, wait!" but Harry was quickly shoved out of the way by the rest of the quidditch team. They all walked up to the seventh year dormitory and flung open the door.
There they stood, frozen in the doorway, all of them seeing the same view Harry was graced with just moments before. Angelina, Alicia and Katie's jaws dropped, while Fred and George had a different reaction.
"Alright, so we're going over plans different today?" They pulled off their robes and were left in knee high argyle socks themselves. George had orange and black, and Fred had blue and green. At the entrance of the team, Wood turned slowly and folded his arms, glancing back quizzically every few seconds to eye his diagram. When he saw Fred and George's attire, he spoke.
"Er." he said, turning red. "This wasn't a team effort, but I don't mind." He turned and began sketching more players on the whiteboard until one of the chasers had something to say.
"Gee Fred," Angelina said, sniggering. "I knew Oliver was a better quidditch player, but I never would've dreamed he had a better broomstick."
"Huh," said the redhead as he popped his head out of the door. "Oh, Harry, come in you little bloke."
"George," he said quickly. "I saw-."
"You saw the peephole in the showers didn't you?!" He replied, grinning. "You'll be showering much quicker, and in your swim trunks, now that you saw that, eh?"
"No, that's not it. Well.I saw it, but it's not that."
"Not what?" came a voice from the door way. Fred Weasley strolled into the room, carrying his broomstick.
"Not the peephole in the quidditch showers, but I-," he was cut off again.
"So, you found that did you? I know who made it, it's that sixth year Slytherin girl.Malloy, her name is. If you ask me, I wouldn't mind her checking me out any day. As a matter of fact-," he too was stopped short at the entrance of three girls into the dormitory.
"What was that Fred Weasley?" Angelina Johnson asked in a stern voice.
"Er, what I mean is, um." he began turning red.
"Who cares," said Katie Bell. "Where's Wood, aren't we due to have quidditch practice in three hours? He's not even on the quidditch pitch yet, knowing Wood, he would've been there since breakfast."
"Wood's.busy right now," Harry interjected quietly.
"It's a girl isn't it?!" George said smirking. "S'about time Wood got some action."
"Wood's got Malloy, doesn't he.darn, I-," he stopped after seeing the dangerous look on Angelina's face.
"No, it's just that I was in there before." Harry tried again. "Wood's going over some diagrams, but he didn't look like he wanted to be-."
"That settles it," said Alicia quickly. "Let's go, we're going to go look at them with him."
"No, wait!" but Harry was quickly shoved out of the way by the rest of the quidditch team. They all walked up to the seventh year dormitory and flung open the door.
There they stood, frozen in the doorway, all of them seeing the same view Harry was graced with just moments before. Angelina, Alicia and Katie's jaws dropped, while Fred and George had a different reaction.
"Alright, so we're going over plans different today?" They pulled off their robes and were left in knee high argyle socks themselves. George had orange and black, and Fred had blue and green. At the entrance of the team, Wood turned slowly and folded his arms, glancing back quizzically every few seconds to eye his diagram. When he saw Fred and George's attire, he spoke.
"Er." he said, turning red. "This wasn't a team effort, but I don't mind." He turned and began sketching more players on the whiteboard until one of the chasers had something to say.
"Gee Fred," Angelina said, sniggering. "I knew Oliver was a better quidditch player, but I never would've dreamed he had a better broomstick."