Oliver couldn't sleep, for obvious reasons. Knowing that Faith was down the
short passage was enough to make him squeamish, but knowing that she was
lying in the same bed as Percy made his skin crawl. He had often thought
about the nights they had lain together talking. Doing nothing but talking,
but now Oliver had realised now that every single thing she had told him
had been a lie. A pathetic lie, but oh, how stupid he had been to fall,
hook line and sinker into the pool of deceit she had watered especially for
him. As Oliver stood at the tiny window he remembered how she told him
about her parents and the family life that she had had. He remembered how
highly she had always spoken about her mother and that when she died; Faith
had felt that everything else had died along with her. Her will to live,
her meaning in life. Oliver had felt sorry for her then. Even now he
thought about how he was struggling without Quidditch and it made him
physically sick.
/But it's all different now, now that I've met you. I have something to live for/
Oliver shook his head, trying to figure out how Faith's words, that he had once held so dear, could be allowed to enter his mind. But it's all because of her. I'm in this dilemma because of her! He reminded himself, surprised at how she was getting to him yet again.
"What are you watching?" a voice said and Oliver snapped his head violently towards the door. The room had a curious blue-blackness to it and the slight slice of light from the moon shone luminously on Faith's face. Oliver wasn't too surprised to see her there, even though he could never anticipate her next move.
"I wasn't watching anything," Oliver replied, staring at her silhouette in the half open doorway.
"Oh," she said softly. Oliver returned his gaze towards the window and as he heard the door close he let out a sigh of relief. I don't need her trying to cloud my mind right now.
"Why so tense?" Oliver heard her voice say in his ear and he jumped forward.
"I thought you'd left!" he said in a forced whisper.
"Obviously not," she smiled without any intent of malice and Oliver furrowed his eyebrows.
"What do you want from me Faith? I don't have anything more to give you; I've given you everything. You can't have my soul!" Oliver said this all very quickly and at the end of it, the little light in the room reflected off the water in her eyes. There was a tiny silence before Oliver's heartstrings were beginning to be tugged at by Faith once more.
"Faith-" he started but she looked away from him as she wiped a few tears away.
"I don't want your soul," she whispered in a hoarse voice and Oliver moved nearer her. Putting an arm around her shoulders she dived into Oliver for a hug and wrapped her arms tight around his waist. Looking up at him with her eyes that now made Oliver want to hold and comfort her, Faith gave a slight smile that Oliver was convinced was genuine.
"Do you still love me?" Faith asked and Oliver took his time before answering.
"No." There was an even longer silence as Faith's smile disappeared and Oliver was sure she was going to explode.
"I can understand that, with all that I've put you through. But who can't love this?" she said as she pulled Oliver against her for a soft kiss. Oliver didn't resist and as she wound her hands around his neck, she kissed him harder. Oliver was used to the rough way in which they had conducted their relationship and he was very attuned to what she wanted. As they both fell back onto what Oliver supposed was Fred's bed, he cringed as he felt Faith's nails dig into his back. Faith obviously felt him flinch underneath her touch and she immediately withdrew.
"I'll be gentle," she whispered.
As Faith began to let her hands wonder to other places, Oliver looked to his right and caught a glimpse of the clock. It was one in the morning. Oliver caught himself wondering what he usually did at this time in the morning and the answer was obvious. Being a very light sleeper, when he was Hogwarts he would always find some excuse to be on the Quidditch pitch. If it had been anyone else, they would've probably received some sought of punishment, but because it was Oliver Wood no one ever batted an eyelid. Not even Filch. Looking away from the clock, the picture next to it suddenly caught his eye. It was Angelina. Okay so this is definitely Fred's bed. Oliver thought a little jealously and as the picture of Angelina waved he felt Faith's lips and then teeth on his collarbone. Pushing her away and jumping off the bed quickly Oliver stood to face a fuming Faith.
"I think you should go," Oliver said calmly and Faith suddenly looked as though she was about to kill someone. As if she could read Oliver's mind, she cast her eyes over to the bedside table and saw the picture of Angelina. Looking down, her long hair fell over her shoulders and she began to laugh that satanistic laugh that Oliver had been certain would come sooner than later.
"You really are pathetic," she laughed, looking up at him, her eyes now alert and Oliver could see no sign of a watery reflection.
"Percy will wonder where you are," Oliver said tauntingly and Faith slid off the bed very much like a snake.
"I haven't even begun Wood. You think your life is a mess now, just wait," Faith said icily before she moved towards the door.
"Faith," Oliver called and she spun round to glare at him. "Don't expect me to lie down and take everything you deal me." Faith smiled at his comment and then raised an eyebrow.
"What? Like you did right now? No, no, I'm expecting a fight. I'd just love to know how you're going to stop me because I'm miles ahead of you and you haven't even started." Oliver just stared at her and Faith broadened her smile.
"That's what I thought."
"Why me?" Oliver asked and Faith opened the door to leave.
"Wouldn't you love you know," she whispered before she closed the door behind her. Oliver collapsed heavily on Fred's bed and grabbed the picture of Angelina from next to him.
"Thank you," he whispered and the picture beamed back at him.
"Morning everyone," Percy said cheerfully as he entered the kitchen where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Oliver were already seated.
"Mumph," Ron said through a mouthful of toast and Percy gave him a disapproving stare.
"Where's Faith?" Oliver asked Percy and Hermione dropped her knife at the mention of Faith's name. Percy ignored her as she bent down to pick it up and smiled as he took a seat opposite Oliver.
"Oh, she said she was a little tired and she wanted to sleep a little longer." Oliver grinned to himself. Too many after dark activities. He thought to himself and when Mrs Weasely entered the kitchen, he shook his head of any malicious thoughts he had had from the night before.
"You'd swear I never feed my children the way that they eat!" she exclaimed watching Ron in disbelief. When Ron realised that everyone was looking at him, he stopped chewing and the toast welled up in both of his cheeks to give him pancake face, as he grinned. Everyone laughed, but as Faith entered the kitchen, Oliver, Harry, Ron and Hermione all stopped.
"Common, share the joke," she said cheerfully as she sat down next to Percy.
"You really had to be here to understand it," Hermione replied and Faith turned to stare at her, but as Hermione gave a fake smile, Faith returned it and Oliver laughed inwardly.
"Something to drink?" Mrs Weasley said and Faith smiled.
"That would be nice."
"Let me get it mum," Ron said jumping up and Percy gave a suspicious glare in the direction of his brother. There was a sudden whizzing sound outside and an exasperated look overtook Mrs Weasley's face.
"Errol!!" she shouted as she stormed out the kitchen. "Bloody owl!" they all heard her mutter as she closed the back door.
"So Faith," Harry started, directing Faith's attention off Ron who was fixing her drink. As Faith turned to look at Harry admiringly, he swallowed hard. It was the first time he had looked at her properly and she really was beautiful. Her light eyes shone at Harry and if she hadn't said anything Harry wasn't too sure how long he would've been staring at her for.
"Yes."
"What do you do for a living?"
"I play Quidditch professionally," she said and Harry acted impressed.
"Wow. Who for?" Faith wasn't at all phased by the question and Oliver was eager to know how she was going to explain this one to Percy.
"Puddlemere United," she replied and there was silence around the table. Oliver was watching Percy's expression and it seemed rather unchanged.
"Um-"
"So how come you don't know Oliver?" Hermione interrupted Ron and Faith smiled at Hermione, who she was slowly starting to dislike.
"I was usually always in reserve and Oliver and I never got officially introduced. I started paying first team when he left," Faith added unnecessarily and Oliver marvelled at the lies she had concocted.
"Oh," Hermione said, quite impressed with how she had covered.
"I never believed for a minute that you fixed those matches Oliver!" Percy broke in and Oliver smiled.
"Well I didn't," he stated trying not to look at Faith, who he was sure was smirking from ear to ear.
"When I read the newspaper they kept the details very short. I'm guessing it was the confidentiality agreement that you signed. They didn't say how they knew what you had done, all I can think of is that someone framed you."
"A million galleons for the gentlemen in the blue pyjamas," Oliver said sarcastically and Percy leaned in closer to Oliver.
"Do you know who it was?" he asked and Oliver slipped a sideways glance at Faith who looked as if she was daring Oliver to say something. But Oliver couldn't help thinking what evil tricks she had up her sleeve and eventually decided to leave what he had to say for another day.
"Common Oliver, you're among friends," Percy prompted and Harry pretended to cough on a piece of toast at Percy's comment.
"I don't know who it was. But I'll never give up trying to find out," Oliver stated and Faith pretended to wipe a tear away from her eye.
"Well, if you need any help, I'll always lend a hand," Percy said honestly, not seeing Faith's action.
"Here's your drink," Ron said finally, placing a steaming mug in front of Faith.
"Thank you," she smiled as she took a sip. Swallowing it she forced a smile and placed the mug back down.
"What is this?" she asked and as Ron smiled Mrs Weasely appeared and stood next to her son.
"My famous home made tea," she said proudly and Faith beamed when she realised this.
"Well it's lovely," Faith chirped and Ron looked as if he was about to erupt with laughter.
"Excuse me," he said quickly as he made a speedy exit out the kitchen.
"Well kids, I have a few things to do today so I'm leaving Percy and Oliver in charge. I trust you will not get into any trouble." As if Oliver and Faith were psychically connected they both looked at each other and Oliver raised his eyebrows as Faith smirked.
"We won't," Harry answered and that seemed to be enough for Mrs Weasley who started to make preparations for her departure.
"Are you going back to the Ministry any time soon?" Oliver asked Percy and he gave him a sceptical look.
"Well you need time off to plan a wedding," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and Oliver almost spat out his drink he had taken a sip of.
"W-wedding?" he stammered and Harry and Hermione looked almost as surprised.
"Um, yes Oliver. My wedding. Our wedding," he said, putting an arm around Faith who was trying to figure out what was in the tea by smelling it.
"Yes Oliver," she said cynically, taking her attention off the tea.
"Remember Faith is my fiancé so sooner or later we're going to tie the knot."
"Preferably sooner," Faith added with a little smirk and Percy squeezed her a little.
"How soon?" Oliver asked in an outburst and Percy looked perplexed at him.
"As soon as she's met the whole family. Which should be very soon because Bill and Charlie are coming next week and Fred and George should be back soon."
"Did someone say Fred?"
"And George?" Everyone at the table turned around and standing in the doorway were the twins who bore looks on their faces that we're naughtier and more devious than usual.
"Yes we did," Percy said getting up to greet his brothers. But they took no notice of him as soon as they spotted Oliver.
"Are my eyes deceiving me?" Fred said dramatically and George put a hand to his mouth and gasped.
"Oliver?" he said in a girly voice and Oliver laughed.
"Yeah it's me," he replied and they both walked over to give him their special Quidditch handshake. Percy felt very out of place and Harry saw Faith roll her eyes.
"What you doing here?" Fred asked inquiringly and Oliver furrowed his eyebrows.
"I mean, it's not like we don't want you here but, what are you doing here?"
"I'm homeless so you're brother invited me to stay for a while."
"Brilliant!" George cried slapping his too hands together and Fred stared weirdly at his brother. "I mean, it's not brilliant that you're homeless, but now we can get some quality Quiddi-" but George was cut off by Fred who jabbed him with his elbow.
"We heard about what happened to you," Fred said to Oliver and then looked sideways at George. "The whole Puddlemere United thing," he said slowly and George's eyes widened.
"Ooooooh of course. Yeah well, naturally it's complete rubbish, there's no way you would ever-"
"Let's not talk about it now," Oliver said narrowing his eyes at the twins and at this, Fred and George immediately sensed something else was going on that they were not aware of. The three of them understood each other too well and Fred automatically looked around the room to get clues as to why Oliver didn't want to discuss his dismissal, and the first thing his eyes settled on was Faith. He cocked his head sideways at her and George followed suit.
"Who's the witch?" George asked and Percy moved swiftly to stand behind Faith.
"This is Faith, my fiancé," Percy said and Oliver could see he took great enjoyment out of announcing that. Oliver had been so taken aback by the fact that Faith was actually in the Weasely house, that he had forgotten Percy had introduced her as his fiancé and when he said it to Fred and George, the seriousness of the situation hit him.
"Your what?" Fred said and Percy blinked profusely.
"My fiancé," he said again a little sterner and George caught himself staring open-mouthed at Faith.
"Um- have you got the right guy lady?" Fred asked but no one laughed to Fred's complete surprise.
"Yes I do," she replied and George still couldn't stop staring.
"Well if you'll excuse us, we have wedding matters to tend to," Percy said waiting for Faith to get up before he pushed her chair back into its original position.
"I really hope I get a chance to know you two well before the wedding. Percy talks about you two scoundrels all the time," Faith smiled and George returned it, but when she looked at Fred, she didn't receive an inviting face and she forced a quick smile before walking up the stairs with Percy. Fred opened his mouth but Oliver put a finger to his own lips to silence them. Gesturing for them to come outside, Fred and George followed Oliver to the tree stumps were he had been sitting the night before, but this time Oliver did not sit.
"What was that?" Fred asked and Oliver raised an eyebrow sardonically.
"That's the reason I was sacked from Puddlemere United." Oliver's answer was above anything Fred and George had been expecting, especially George and his mouth fell open ten times wider than it was when he had been gawking at Faith.
"What?" George said as Fred stared at him silently.
"I was going to send an owl for you to join us, but there's no need for that now. You're here."
"An owl? What for?" George asked and Oliver looked seriously between the two of them.
"For your help." Fred and George gazed at each other and broke out into delighted grins.
"Well then it's good Lee kicked us out when he did," Fred laughed and Oliver smirked but his attention was drawn to Harry, Ron and Hermione who had joined them outside, all three of whom were in hysterics.
"What's so funny?" Oliver asked and Hermione was the only one that managed to regain her composer.
"The tea, it was Truth Tea!" Hermione laughed and Fred and George broke out into thrilled expressions. Oliver was the only one who didn't get it.
"You are going to tell me what Truth Tea is, right?" he asked and Fred and George exchanged hurt looks.
"How can you ask us a question like that? It's our 'special' tea," George said and Oliver still didn't understand.
"It tastes horrible but if you get someone to drink it the effects are shocking."
"Effects?" Oliver prompted and Fred and George exchanged wicked grins once more.
"You can't be fake. You act true to your personality, so say for example George was the stupidest person on the planet-" Fred started and George rolled his eyes.
"Could you use another example?"
"Okay fine," Fred sighed and then continued. "If George was the meanest person on the planet, there is no possible way for him to act nice to anyone under the influence of our little tea." Fred marvelled at his genius while Oliver gave an impressed nod.
"Of course, it's only ever worked once because as soon as someone takes their first sip, they throw it down the sink," George sighed and Fred waved a hand in front of his face.
"Oliver doesn't need to know that!" Oliver joined the rest of them in laughing and for a few minutes, he forgot all about Faith. All about the fact that she was hell-bent on tearing his life apart and that she was preparing to marry his best friend. But in those few moments of laughter, he thought there was some kind of hope. A little slither of hope that came in the form of five people who he didn't know where he'd be without them.
*Author's Note* Wow, this writing thing is getting quite frequent :) Anyway, thank you to everyone that's reviewed, your words are such an inspiration you have no idea, so carry on doing it!! Haha! Oh and I was surfing the web, and there's some DAMN nice Sean Biggerstaff sites out there, did I mention I think he's a complete BABE?? Well. he is! Scottish men. MMMM!
/But it's all different now, now that I've met you. I have something to live for/
Oliver shook his head, trying to figure out how Faith's words, that he had once held so dear, could be allowed to enter his mind. But it's all because of her. I'm in this dilemma because of her! He reminded himself, surprised at how she was getting to him yet again.
"What are you watching?" a voice said and Oliver snapped his head violently towards the door. The room had a curious blue-blackness to it and the slight slice of light from the moon shone luminously on Faith's face. Oliver wasn't too surprised to see her there, even though he could never anticipate her next move.
"I wasn't watching anything," Oliver replied, staring at her silhouette in the half open doorway.
"Oh," she said softly. Oliver returned his gaze towards the window and as he heard the door close he let out a sigh of relief. I don't need her trying to cloud my mind right now.
"Why so tense?" Oliver heard her voice say in his ear and he jumped forward.
"I thought you'd left!" he said in a forced whisper.
"Obviously not," she smiled without any intent of malice and Oliver furrowed his eyebrows.
"What do you want from me Faith? I don't have anything more to give you; I've given you everything. You can't have my soul!" Oliver said this all very quickly and at the end of it, the little light in the room reflected off the water in her eyes. There was a tiny silence before Oliver's heartstrings were beginning to be tugged at by Faith once more.
"Faith-" he started but she looked away from him as she wiped a few tears away.
"I don't want your soul," she whispered in a hoarse voice and Oliver moved nearer her. Putting an arm around her shoulders she dived into Oliver for a hug and wrapped her arms tight around his waist. Looking up at him with her eyes that now made Oliver want to hold and comfort her, Faith gave a slight smile that Oliver was convinced was genuine.
"Do you still love me?" Faith asked and Oliver took his time before answering.
"No." There was an even longer silence as Faith's smile disappeared and Oliver was sure she was going to explode.
"I can understand that, with all that I've put you through. But who can't love this?" she said as she pulled Oliver against her for a soft kiss. Oliver didn't resist and as she wound her hands around his neck, she kissed him harder. Oliver was used to the rough way in which they had conducted their relationship and he was very attuned to what she wanted. As they both fell back onto what Oliver supposed was Fred's bed, he cringed as he felt Faith's nails dig into his back. Faith obviously felt him flinch underneath her touch and she immediately withdrew.
"I'll be gentle," she whispered.
As Faith began to let her hands wonder to other places, Oliver looked to his right and caught a glimpse of the clock. It was one in the morning. Oliver caught himself wondering what he usually did at this time in the morning and the answer was obvious. Being a very light sleeper, when he was Hogwarts he would always find some excuse to be on the Quidditch pitch. If it had been anyone else, they would've probably received some sought of punishment, but because it was Oliver Wood no one ever batted an eyelid. Not even Filch. Looking away from the clock, the picture next to it suddenly caught his eye. It was Angelina. Okay so this is definitely Fred's bed. Oliver thought a little jealously and as the picture of Angelina waved he felt Faith's lips and then teeth on his collarbone. Pushing her away and jumping off the bed quickly Oliver stood to face a fuming Faith.
"I think you should go," Oliver said calmly and Faith suddenly looked as though she was about to kill someone. As if she could read Oliver's mind, she cast her eyes over to the bedside table and saw the picture of Angelina. Looking down, her long hair fell over her shoulders and she began to laugh that satanistic laugh that Oliver had been certain would come sooner than later.
"You really are pathetic," she laughed, looking up at him, her eyes now alert and Oliver could see no sign of a watery reflection.
"Percy will wonder where you are," Oliver said tauntingly and Faith slid off the bed very much like a snake.
"I haven't even begun Wood. You think your life is a mess now, just wait," Faith said icily before she moved towards the door.
"Faith," Oliver called and she spun round to glare at him. "Don't expect me to lie down and take everything you deal me." Faith smiled at his comment and then raised an eyebrow.
"What? Like you did right now? No, no, I'm expecting a fight. I'd just love to know how you're going to stop me because I'm miles ahead of you and you haven't even started." Oliver just stared at her and Faith broadened her smile.
"That's what I thought."
"Why me?" Oliver asked and Faith opened the door to leave.
"Wouldn't you love you know," she whispered before she closed the door behind her. Oliver collapsed heavily on Fred's bed and grabbed the picture of Angelina from next to him.
"Thank you," he whispered and the picture beamed back at him.
"Morning everyone," Percy said cheerfully as he entered the kitchen where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Oliver were already seated.
"Mumph," Ron said through a mouthful of toast and Percy gave him a disapproving stare.
"Where's Faith?" Oliver asked Percy and Hermione dropped her knife at the mention of Faith's name. Percy ignored her as she bent down to pick it up and smiled as he took a seat opposite Oliver.
"Oh, she said she was a little tired and she wanted to sleep a little longer." Oliver grinned to himself. Too many after dark activities. He thought to himself and when Mrs Weasely entered the kitchen, he shook his head of any malicious thoughts he had had from the night before.
"You'd swear I never feed my children the way that they eat!" she exclaimed watching Ron in disbelief. When Ron realised that everyone was looking at him, he stopped chewing and the toast welled up in both of his cheeks to give him pancake face, as he grinned. Everyone laughed, but as Faith entered the kitchen, Oliver, Harry, Ron and Hermione all stopped.
"Common, share the joke," she said cheerfully as she sat down next to Percy.
"You really had to be here to understand it," Hermione replied and Faith turned to stare at her, but as Hermione gave a fake smile, Faith returned it and Oliver laughed inwardly.
"Something to drink?" Mrs Weasley said and Faith smiled.
"That would be nice."
"Let me get it mum," Ron said jumping up and Percy gave a suspicious glare in the direction of his brother. There was a sudden whizzing sound outside and an exasperated look overtook Mrs Weasley's face.
"Errol!!" she shouted as she stormed out the kitchen. "Bloody owl!" they all heard her mutter as she closed the back door.
"So Faith," Harry started, directing Faith's attention off Ron who was fixing her drink. As Faith turned to look at Harry admiringly, he swallowed hard. It was the first time he had looked at her properly and she really was beautiful. Her light eyes shone at Harry and if she hadn't said anything Harry wasn't too sure how long he would've been staring at her for.
"Yes."
"What do you do for a living?"
"I play Quidditch professionally," she said and Harry acted impressed.
"Wow. Who for?" Faith wasn't at all phased by the question and Oliver was eager to know how she was going to explain this one to Percy.
"Puddlemere United," she replied and there was silence around the table. Oliver was watching Percy's expression and it seemed rather unchanged.
"Um-"
"So how come you don't know Oliver?" Hermione interrupted Ron and Faith smiled at Hermione, who she was slowly starting to dislike.
"I was usually always in reserve and Oliver and I never got officially introduced. I started paying first team when he left," Faith added unnecessarily and Oliver marvelled at the lies she had concocted.
"Oh," Hermione said, quite impressed with how she had covered.
"I never believed for a minute that you fixed those matches Oliver!" Percy broke in and Oliver smiled.
"Well I didn't," he stated trying not to look at Faith, who he was sure was smirking from ear to ear.
"When I read the newspaper they kept the details very short. I'm guessing it was the confidentiality agreement that you signed. They didn't say how they knew what you had done, all I can think of is that someone framed you."
"A million galleons for the gentlemen in the blue pyjamas," Oliver said sarcastically and Percy leaned in closer to Oliver.
"Do you know who it was?" he asked and Oliver slipped a sideways glance at Faith who looked as if she was daring Oliver to say something. But Oliver couldn't help thinking what evil tricks she had up her sleeve and eventually decided to leave what he had to say for another day.
"Common Oliver, you're among friends," Percy prompted and Harry pretended to cough on a piece of toast at Percy's comment.
"I don't know who it was. But I'll never give up trying to find out," Oliver stated and Faith pretended to wipe a tear away from her eye.
"Well, if you need any help, I'll always lend a hand," Percy said honestly, not seeing Faith's action.
"Here's your drink," Ron said finally, placing a steaming mug in front of Faith.
"Thank you," she smiled as she took a sip. Swallowing it she forced a smile and placed the mug back down.
"What is this?" she asked and as Ron smiled Mrs Weasely appeared and stood next to her son.
"My famous home made tea," she said proudly and Faith beamed when she realised this.
"Well it's lovely," Faith chirped and Ron looked as if he was about to erupt with laughter.
"Excuse me," he said quickly as he made a speedy exit out the kitchen.
"Well kids, I have a few things to do today so I'm leaving Percy and Oliver in charge. I trust you will not get into any trouble." As if Oliver and Faith were psychically connected they both looked at each other and Oliver raised his eyebrows as Faith smirked.
"We won't," Harry answered and that seemed to be enough for Mrs Weasley who started to make preparations for her departure.
"Are you going back to the Ministry any time soon?" Oliver asked Percy and he gave him a sceptical look.
"Well you need time off to plan a wedding," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and Oliver almost spat out his drink he had taken a sip of.
"W-wedding?" he stammered and Harry and Hermione looked almost as surprised.
"Um, yes Oliver. My wedding. Our wedding," he said, putting an arm around Faith who was trying to figure out what was in the tea by smelling it.
"Yes Oliver," she said cynically, taking her attention off the tea.
"Remember Faith is my fiancé so sooner or later we're going to tie the knot."
"Preferably sooner," Faith added with a little smirk and Percy squeezed her a little.
"How soon?" Oliver asked in an outburst and Percy looked perplexed at him.
"As soon as she's met the whole family. Which should be very soon because Bill and Charlie are coming next week and Fred and George should be back soon."
"Did someone say Fred?"
"And George?" Everyone at the table turned around and standing in the doorway were the twins who bore looks on their faces that we're naughtier and more devious than usual.
"Yes we did," Percy said getting up to greet his brothers. But they took no notice of him as soon as they spotted Oliver.
"Are my eyes deceiving me?" Fred said dramatically and George put a hand to his mouth and gasped.
"Oliver?" he said in a girly voice and Oliver laughed.
"Yeah it's me," he replied and they both walked over to give him their special Quidditch handshake. Percy felt very out of place and Harry saw Faith roll her eyes.
"What you doing here?" Fred asked inquiringly and Oliver furrowed his eyebrows.
"I mean, it's not like we don't want you here but, what are you doing here?"
"I'm homeless so you're brother invited me to stay for a while."
"Brilliant!" George cried slapping his too hands together and Fred stared weirdly at his brother. "I mean, it's not brilliant that you're homeless, but now we can get some quality Quiddi-" but George was cut off by Fred who jabbed him with his elbow.
"We heard about what happened to you," Fred said to Oliver and then looked sideways at George. "The whole Puddlemere United thing," he said slowly and George's eyes widened.
"Ooooooh of course. Yeah well, naturally it's complete rubbish, there's no way you would ever-"
"Let's not talk about it now," Oliver said narrowing his eyes at the twins and at this, Fred and George immediately sensed something else was going on that they were not aware of. The three of them understood each other too well and Fred automatically looked around the room to get clues as to why Oliver didn't want to discuss his dismissal, and the first thing his eyes settled on was Faith. He cocked his head sideways at her and George followed suit.
"Who's the witch?" George asked and Percy moved swiftly to stand behind Faith.
"This is Faith, my fiancé," Percy said and Oliver could see he took great enjoyment out of announcing that. Oliver had been so taken aback by the fact that Faith was actually in the Weasely house, that he had forgotten Percy had introduced her as his fiancé and when he said it to Fred and George, the seriousness of the situation hit him.
"Your what?" Fred said and Percy blinked profusely.
"My fiancé," he said again a little sterner and George caught himself staring open-mouthed at Faith.
"Um- have you got the right guy lady?" Fred asked but no one laughed to Fred's complete surprise.
"Yes I do," she replied and George still couldn't stop staring.
"Well if you'll excuse us, we have wedding matters to tend to," Percy said waiting for Faith to get up before he pushed her chair back into its original position.
"I really hope I get a chance to know you two well before the wedding. Percy talks about you two scoundrels all the time," Faith smiled and George returned it, but when she looked at Fred, she didn't receive an inviting face and she forced a quick smile before walking up the stairs with Percy. Fred opened his mouth but Oliver put a finger to his own lips to silence them. Gesturing for them to come outside, Fred and George followed Oliver to the tree stumps were he had been sitting the night before, but this time Oliver did not sit.
"What was that?" Fred asked and Oliver raised an eyebrow sardonically.
"That's the reason I was sacked from Puddlemere United." Oliver's answer was above anything Fred and George had been expecting, especially George and his mouth fell open ten times wider than it was when he had been gawking at Faith.
"What?" George said as Fred stared at him silently.
"I was going to send an owl for you to join us, but there's no need for that now. You're here."
"An owl? What for?" George asked and Oliver looked seriously between the two of them.
"For your help." Fred and George gazed at each other and broke out into delighted grins.
"Well then it's good Lee kicked us out when he did," Fred laughed and Oliver smirked but his attention was drawn to Harry, Ron and Hermione who had joined them outside, all three of whom were in hysterics.
"What's so funny?" Oliver asked and Hermione was the only one that managed to regain her composer.
"The tea, it was Truth Tea!" Hermione laughed and Fred and George broke out into thrilled expressions. Oliver was the only one who didn't get it.
"You are going to tell me what Truth Tea is, right?" he asked and Fred and George exchanged hurt looks.
"How can you ask us a question like that? It's our 'special' tea," George said and Oliver still didn't understand.
"It tastes horrible but if you get someone to drink it the effects are shocking."
"Effects?" Oliver prompted and Fred and George exchanged wicked grins once more.
"You can't be fake. You act true to your personality, so say for example George was the stupidest person on the planet-" Fred started and George rolled his eyes.
"Could you use another example?"
"Okay fine," Fred sighed and then continued. "If George was the meanest person on the planet, there is no possible way for him to act nice to anyone under the influence of our little tea." Fred marvelled at his genius while Oliver gave an impressed nod.
"Of course, it's only ever worked once because as soon as someone takes their first sip, they throw it down the sink," George sighed and Fred waved a hand in front of his face.
"Oliver doesn't need to know that!" Oliver joined the rest of them in laughing and for a few minutes, he forgot all about Faith. All about the fact that she was hell-bent on tearing his life apart and that she was preparing to marry his best friend. But in those few moments of laughter, he thought there was some kind of hope. A little slither of hope that came in the form of five people who he didn't know where he'd be without them.
*Author's Note* Wow, this writing thing is getting quite frequent :) Anyway, thank you to everyone that's reviewed, your words are such an inspiration you have no idea, so carry on doing it!! Haha! Oh and I was surfing the web, and there's some DAMN nice Sean Biggerstaff sites out there, did I mention I think he's a complete BABE?? Well. he is! Scottish men. MMMM!