"Hey, Oliver!" Fred Wesley said. There was no reply. Oliver was still
staring out of the door through which Melody had just made her exit.
"Olllllllliverrrrrrr?" George raised his eyebrows and leant over to Fred,
"Must be love," he whispered.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Fred muttered resentfully. HE had seen Melody
first. HE was the one who had carried her books to lessons. She should be
HIS, not Oliver's.
"Isn't she great guys?" Oliver said, turning round to face the boys. He
had that particular goofy grin on his face that everyone gets when they've
got someone very special.
"Yeah," Fred muttered resentfully under his breath. He stood up. "I've
gotta go now, um... history of magic homework I haven't done yet." He
turned and walked out of the room, biting his lip.
George watched him leave.
"What's wrong with him today?" Oliver inquired.
"Oh, it's probably nothing," George replied breezily. But he felt
strangely uneasy. He had been Fred's twin for long enough to just
automatically KNOW when something was bugging him. And today was one of
those times. He stood up to leave too. "Sorry Oliver, I'd better finish
that history of magic homework too." George stood up and departed, in the
same direction as Fred had gone.
Fred was sat staring out at the lake, wishing the giant squid would come and eat him up. Tears ran uncontrollably down his face, and he brushed them away angrily. A picture of Melody flashed up in his mind's eye. God, she was beautiful. It was pure hell seeing her in Oliver's arms. She had turned his world upside down, and as all the furniture fell to the ceiling, something inside him had broken.
George was frantically searching the grounds of Hogwarts, trying to find Fred. He reached the lake, and walked around it. He couldn't find Fred anywhere. Then he heard a muffled sob from behind a rock. Being a nosy bugger, he went to see what it was. 'Probably some homesick first year,' he thought. Boy, WAS HE surprised when it was his own brother, arms wrapped tightly around himself, as though to stop the pain spilling out. "Fred?" George said. Fred leapt up, brushing the tears from his face. Then he recognised George. He sat back down. "Hey George," he said despondently. "What's up?" "It's.well, I.. I think I've fallen for someone." "Who?" George responded. "Erm. Melody," Fred said, almost breaking down. "But she's with Oliver now Fred. There's nothing we can do about it." "But I need her so much," Fred was crying now. "I don't want to go on without her George." "Fred, she's not that great. You don't need her. You've got a whole bunch of great friends, a pretty damn good family, even if I do say so myself, and a host of girls who'd jump at the chance to go out with you." "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND GEORGE! Melody is all I want. I don't want anyone else," Fred yelled. He turned, and walked away.
Fred was sat staring out at the lake, wishing the giant squid would come and eat him up. Tears ran uncontrollably down his face, and he brushed them away angrily. A picture of Melody flashed up in his mind's eye. God, she was beautiful. It was pure hell seeing her in Oliver's arms. She had turned his world upside down, and as all the furniture fell to the ceiling, something inside him had broken.
George was frantically searching the grounds of Hogwarts, trying to find Fred. He reached the lake, and walked around it. He couldn't find Fred anywhere. Then he heard a muffled sob from behind a rock. Being a nosy bugger, he went to see what it was. 'Probably some homesick first year,' he thought. Boy, WAS HE surprised when it was his own brother, arms wrapped tightly around himself, as though to stop the pain spilling out. "Fred?" George said. Fred leapt up, brushing the tears from his face. Then he recognised George. He sat back down. "Hey George," he said despondently. "What's up?" "It's.well, I.. I think I've fallen for someone." "Who?" George responded. "Erm. Melody," Fred said, almost breaking down. "But she's with Oliver now Fred. There's nothing we can do about it." "But I need her so much," Fred was crying now. "I don't want to go on without her George." "Fred, she's not that great. You don't need her. You've got a whole bunch of great friends, a pretty damn good family, even if I do say so myself, and a host of girls who'd jump at the chance to go out with you." "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND GEORGE! Melody is all I want. I don't want anyone else," Fred yelled. He turned, and walked away.