Chapter Six.
Life was terrible, life was very terrible. Angelina had fallen asleep on her magazines late night and when she woke up the next morning her hair was a disaster. Not to mention she still had a huge, invisible hole in the middle of her forehead. "Angelina!!! Angelina wake up!!!" her mother shouted right outside her bedroom door. "The train leaves at eleven, and if we miss it you're in big trouble." Angelina glanced up at her bedside clock. 9:34-she had less then two hours to get ready and she still had a big hole in her head! She jumped to her feet and frantically looked around for the clothes she'd planned on wearing. After finding them on the floor underneath her desk Angelina took and shower, got dressed, and tried combing her tangly hair. She hauled her giant truck downstairs, tried combing her hair again, tried on a couple different hats, seeing if any would hide the big hole in her forehead, and tried combing her hair AGAIN-with no luck. Finally she gave up and went downstairs complaining to her mother about her hair and her invisible forehead. Her mother just tutted then grabbed her wand from the kitchen counter. Pointing it at Angelina's matted hair she said Luxor Locks! Angelina's hair was all straightened out and when she ran her fingers through it there wasn't a single tangle to be found. "Thanks Mum!" Angelina said, running her fingers through her hair a few more times. "I'll have to remember that spell! Now about my forehead-" "I'm sorry, Love, but there's no spell I can think of that will make your skin reappear," Ms. Moon said, setting her wand back down. "What?!" Angelina cried. "But Mum I can't go to school with a gigantic hole in my head-not on the first day anyway!" "Oh, don't worry, Sweetums," Angelina's mother cooed. "You're friend Georgie will find it to be 'wicked'-or whatever it is that she says all the time." "No.Mum." Angelina whined. "I just can't.can't I use your concealer or something?" With the glare Ms. Moon gave Angelina she didn't even need to say a word. Angelina slouched back up the stairs. "Be down in five minutes!" her mother called up at her. "I want to get there a little early!" "Yes Mum," Angelina grumbled. She walked over to her bureau and pulled one of her many beanies out of the top drawer. She pulled it over her head and looked at herself in the mirror. The hole was visible-or invisible-or, oh whatever! Angleina sighed and shrugged her shoulders. There was nothing she could do, she admitted to herself, but wait until her skin reappeared. She grabbed a sweatshirt and snuggled up in it, even though it wasn't cold. By the evening on she would be clothed in her long black school robes, and she wanted to savor her last few hours in her normal clothes. She moved towards the door and turned off her bedroom light, took a last look around, and then closed the door.
The train station was very busy and crowded that day, muggles bustling here and there, hurrying to board their trains. Angelina watched smoke rise from one of the whistling trains as she and her mother slowly made their way towards a big barrier between platforms nine and ten, each helping the other guide Angelina's cart through the crowded platforms. As Angelina walked she passed a rather small boy who stared up at her with huge, curious eyes. He was accompanied by a family of muggles and Angelina would have supposed he too was a muggle if he hadn't kept hiccoughing, forcing bright purple bubbles out of his ears. Angelina smiled down at him, thinking of the shock it would be to his parents when they found out he was a wizard. "Ah, yes, here's the barrier," Angelina's mother said as they moved right in front of the solid stone wall. "Go on, Love, I'll head in right after you." Angelina looked around, making sure none of the muggles were intently watching her, then she leaned her cart against the barrier, closed her eyes, and in seconds found herself on the busiest of the platforms; Platform 9 ¾. Soon after her mother came hurrying in behind her. "All right, Love, why don't you find a seat then come back out and say goodbye," Ms. Moon said, nudging Angelina towards the train. Angelina carried her trunk onto the train with her and as she walked through the many occupied compartments it clunked along behind her. "Angelina!" someone cried when Angelina was walking through one of the compartments towards the back of the train. Angelina spun around to find Lavender Brown standing up at her seat and waving. "Oh! Hello Lavender, Parvati, Padma." Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil waved frantically but Padma Patil just sat back in her seat and nodded. Parvati and Lavender had just been about to say more to Angelina when three boys walking outside of the train caught their attention instead. Angelina took this as her opportunity to leave, and she continued making slow progress down the many compartments. Finally she came to the last compartment where Hermionie, Ron, Harry, Ginny Weasley, and Georgie were seated, waiting for her. "Angelina! There you are! Could you have been any slower?" Georgie asked, getting to her feet and hugging Angelina for the second time that summer. "Oh Angelina! It's so good to see you!" Hermionie cried, hugging Angelina after Georgie had finally let go. "Hi!" Angelina said, hugging Hermionie back. "Hi Ginny!" she said. Ginny who still stood back by the window of the train smiled and waved. "Hey," Ron said. He was now very tall, and Angelina had to look up at him when she talked. His voice was also much deeper and it had startled Angelina when he'd greeted her. "Oh! Hi Ron, I've missed you so much!" Angelina cried, hugging him. Ron's ears turned pink as he hugged her in return. "Yeah, I've missed you too," he said a little taken aback. "Hey Harry," Angelina said after she'd hugged Ron. Harry hadn't grown as much as Ron had over the summer but it was obvious he had grown some. Like Ron his voice had also grown deep and Angelina felt like a kid among adults whenever he or Ron spoke. "Hey, how are you?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around Angelina like she was his best friend in the world and he hadn't seen her for years. "Oh, I'm fine," Angelina said, pulling away from the embrace. "Nothing new here." "'Cept your invisible forehead," Ginny said, walking up and staring at the hole that still existed on Angelina's head. Now everyone else's eyes moved up to her forehead and she felt her cheeks get warm. "Oh, um.well, I-" Angelina wasn't sure what to say-nor could she really spit the words that came into mind out of her mouth. "Oh she was using her mum's makeup again and it made her whole face disappear," Georgie said in a bored tone as if she had known this for ages and it was very old news. "Your whole face disappeared?!" Ginny cried. "Well actually it melted," Angelina replied. Ginny's face lit up. "Wow! Wicked! I wish I could have seen it! You should have taken pictures!" Angelina laughed. "Yeah.I guess I should've. But my mum was too worried about my melting skin staining our carpet so she made me wash my skin off really quickly." Ginny's grin grew into a huge smile; she was delighted. Harry laughed then gestured towards the train seats. "Come, sit down," he said. "Thank you," Angelina said slyly; she had never seen Harry this generous. "Oh wait!" she cried, just before sitting down. "I hafta say bye to me mum! I'll be right back!" And with that she hurried out of the compartment and through all the others she had already walked through. She jumped off the train and rushed forth to her mother who still stood there, waiting for her. "Hey Sweetums, did you find a seat?" her mother asked as she strode towards her. Angelina nodded. "Yup," she said. "I got a compartment with Georgie and the gang." "Well sounds like you're all set to go," Ms. Moon said, her voice wavering a little. Angelina hadn't seen her mother cry for what felt like ages, but here she stood, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, Ms. Moon grabbed Angelina and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you, Love," she said into Angelina's ear. "I'm gonna miss you too mum," Angelina replied, hugging her mother back. This was one of those very rare moments anyone ever saw between the two of them; usually they were too busy being sarcastic and comedic to embrace each other so long and cry. "Well, you better get back on the train," Ms. Moon said, pulling back. Angelina nodded and wiped a tear away from her cheek. Hesitantly she let go of her mother and took a step back. "I love you Sweetie," Ms. Moon said as Angelina began heading back towards the train. "I love you too Mum," Angelina replied, blowing her mother a kiss. Smoke started billowing from the train and the whistle began to blow. Parents all over the platform were now squeezing their children tight, reluctantly saying their farewells. Angelina boarded the train and then poked her head out of one of the many windows, and waved her mother goodbye one last time. The train began to roll out of the station after the third blow of the whistle and Angelina watched her mother shrink in the distance until they turned a corner and she was gone from sight. Angelina quickly jumped back from the window, ready to bound off towards the last compartment when she ran straight into someone tall and was knocked off balance. The world swam before her eyes for a second or two as Angelina sat on the floor, staring about for who she'd run into. And there he was. Of all the people to stupidly run into Angelina just HAD to run smack-dab into Draco Malfoy, who was looking even more gorgeous today then he'd been in Knock Turn Alley. Angelina stared up at him with wide eyes for what felt like an eternity of embarrassment until finally he reached out a hand to help her up. "You okay?" he asked, pulling Angelina to her feet. She nodded stupidly, and felt her cheeks redden as Draco spotted her forehead. He stared at her for a while, looking her over again with a sort of distant expression on his face, when he smiled his crooked grin. "Better watch where you're going," he said in his usual drawl. Then he turned and he, Crabe, and Goyle (who had been standing behind him the whole time) walked off chuckling in a stupid way. Angelina felt so embarrassed; why had she been such an idiot? Why hadn't she said a single word? Angelina's heart fell as she turned to head back down to the last compartment. Ron was lifting her trunk up and putting it in the overhead compartment when she glumly walked in. "Oh, thank you," she said smiling, and putting on the most chipper tone she could muster. "No problem," Ron said, letting Angelina sit down before him. Why was everyone being so generous today? Angelina turned toward Harry. "So," she said. "How was your summer?" "Marvelous," Harry said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "As you know the Dursleys are my favorite people in the world." Angelina didn't say anything. She knew Harry was still terribly upset about Sirius's death last year, as they all were. "How's your scar?" Angelina asked in a very low voice. She had been afraid to ask it but she had to know. Harry shrugged. "It didn't bother me much this summer," he said. Angelina raised her eyebrows. Last year it had bothered him nearly every day, and now, as Voldemort was slowly regaining his strength and power, Angelina had imagined Harry's scar searing in pain almost every day. But then again, she didn't quite understand Harry's scar, or exactly how it connected him to Voldemort. She did, however, understand how it felt to have people goggling at your forehead all the time. "Really?" Hermionie asked, sounding worried. "It didn't bother you much at all?" Harry shrugged again. "Not really," he replied. Angelina looked at him a while longer, trying to decide whether he was telling the truth or not. Finally she gave up and turned to Ron. "How are Fred and George, the two business men?" she asked. "They're doin' great," Ron replied in his new deep voice that made excited shivers run up Angelina's spine. "Their joke shop is a huge success. We went down and visited them over the holiday and they had so many customers it was mad!" "We could hardly talk to them," Ginny added. "They were always so busy with their business. But I have to admit they have some wicked stock! All this cool stuff they invented!" "Which reminds me," Georgie said, and she reached into her sweater pocket. "Ah-ha!" she said, pulling her hand back out and producing three colorfully wrapped candies. "Here they are!" she said grinning as she handed them to Angelina. "One makes your nose bleed, one gives you a huge fever and makes you vomit all over the place, and the third one makes you go completely delirious!" she winked. "They're so awesome!" "Thanks," Angelina said, grinning as she took the candies and stuffed them in her pockets. "I'll hafta remember those during Potions!" "Hey! Good idea!" Georgie cried. "I hadn't thought of that!" "Don't tell me you two are planning on using those candies to skip class?" Hermionie asked. "So what if we are?" Georgie asked, raising her eyebrows. "Oh no," Hermionie said, shaking her head. "We've got another Fred and George on our hands-only this time its Angelina and Georgie." Georgie smiled broadly. "Well I've got plenty more candies where those came from," she pulled another handful of candies out of her pocket and held them out. "Anybody else want any?" she asked. Ron looked nervously at Hermionie before grabbing some of the candies and stuffing them in his pocket. "I want some!" Ginny cried, she grabbed more than half of the candies in Georgie's hand. Georgie moved her hand toward Harry who took three pieces of candy for himself. "You guys," Hermionie complained. "Don't you think Snape will get suspicious when all of you are getting sick?" Ron shrugged his shoulders. "We can all eat them at different times in the year," he said. Angelina felt odd sitting next to him, he was reminding her so much of Fred and George that she couldn't help staring at him every now and then. She wondered if Georgie was feeling the same way, she watched Georgie for a minute or two to see if she was staring at Ron but she wasn't, instead she was talking and laughing with the others while Angelina sat there off in her own little world. Suddenly Angelina remembered something she'd been meaning to ask Georgie. "Did you bring the stink pellets?" she asked. Georgie furrowed her brows and pressed her index finger over her lips. "What?" Hermionie cried. "Oh now look what you've gone and done!" Georgie cried. Angelina smiled sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. "You two are planning on setting off stink pellets?" Hermionie asked, her eyebrows raised. "You're going to go and make our school the foulest smelling place ever!" "Oh no we aren't," Georgie replied, shaking her head. "Only Mr. Filch's office and maybe the Slytherin hall," she shrugged her shoulders. "You know; places our enemies hang out." But Hermionie's stern expression didn't change as she glared at Georgie. "Well I for one think it's a superb idea," Ron said, sinking back into the seat. "I'd like to get back at Slytherin for that damn song they made up last year!" Ron was referring to a song the Slytherins had made up during the Quidditch season when Ron hadn't been doing so well. The song went like this:
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King.
The Slytherins had sang this song at every Quidditch game (Gryffindor verses Slytherin) to make Ron lose his self confidence and not play his best game. The Slytherins had always cheered at the end of each game, "WEASLEY IS OUR KING!" They had even made badges to wear with that very line written on each one. It had not been a good year for Ron. Angelina sat back against the cushioned seat and looked from Ron to Georgie, to Harry to Hermionie, and finally over to Ginny. These were her friends and this is where she belonged.
Life was terrible, life was very terrible. Angelina had fallen asleep on her magazines late night and when she woke up the next morning her hair was a disaster. Not to mention she still had a huge, invisible hole in the middle of her forehead. "Angelina!!! Angelina wake up!!!" her mother shouted right outside her bedroom door. "The train leaves at eleven, and if we miss it you're in big trouble." Angelina glanced up at her bedside clock. 9:34-she had less then two hours to get ready and she still had a big hole in her head! She jumped to her feet and frantically looked around for the clothes she'd planned on wearing. After finding them on the floor underneath her desk Angelina took and shower, got dressed, and tried combing her tangly hair. She hauled her giant truck downstairs, tried combing her hair again, tried on a couple different hats, seeing if any would hide the big hole in her forehead, and tried combing her hair AGAIN-with no luck. Finally she gave up and went downstairs complaining to her mother about her hair and her invisible forehead. Her mother just tutted then grabbed her wand from the kitchen counter. Pointing it at Angelina's matted hair she said Luxor Locks! Angelina's hair was all straightened out and when she ran her fingers through it there wasn't a single tangle to be found. "Thanks Mum!" Angelina said, running her fingers through her hair a few more times. "I'll have to remember that spell! Now about my forehead-" "I'm sorry, Love, but there's no spell I can think of that will make your skin reappear," Ms. Moon said, setting her wand back down. "What?!" Angelina cried. "But Mum I can't go to school with a gigantic hole in my head-not on the first day anyway!" "Oh, don't worry, Sweetums," Angelina's mother cooed. "You're friend Georgie will find it to be 'wicked'-or whatever it is that she says all the time." "No.Mum." Angelina whined. "I just can't.can't I use your concealer or something?" With the glare Ms. Moon gave Angelina she didn't even need to say a word. Angelina slouched back up the stairs. "Be down in five minutes!" her mother called up at her. "I want to get there a little early!" "Yes Mum," Angelina grumbled. She walked over to her bureau and pulled one of her many beanies out of the top drawer. She pulled it over her head and looked at herself in the mirror. The hole was visible-or invisible-or, oh whatever! Angleina sighed and shrugged her shoulders. There was nothing she could do, she admitted to herself, but wait until her skin reappeared. She grabbed a sweatshirt and snuggled up in it, even though it wasn't cold. By the evening on she would be clothed in her long black school robes, and she wanted to savor her last few hours in her normal clothes. She moved towards the door and turned off her bedroom light, took a last look around, and then closed the door.
The train station was very busy and crowded that day, muggles bustling here and there, hurrying to board their trains. Angelina watched smoke rise from one of the whistling trains as she and her mother slowly made their way towards a big barrier between platforms nine and ten, each helping the other guide Angelina's cart through the crowded platforms. As Angelina walked she passed a rather small boy who stared up at her with huge, curious eyes. He was accompanied by a family of muggles and Angelina would have supposed he too was a muggle if he hadn't kept hiccoughing, forcing bright purple bubbles out of his ears. Angelina smiled down at him, thinking of the shock it would be to his parents when they found out he was a wizard. "Ah, yes, here's the barrier," Angelina's mother said as they moved right in front of the solid stone wall. "Go on, Love, I'll head in right after you." Angelina looked around, making sure none of the muggles were intently watching her, then she leaned her cart against the barrier, closed her eyes, and in seconds found herself on the busiest of the platforms; Platform 9 ¾. Soon after her mother came hurrying in behind her. "All right, Love, why don't you find a seat then come back out and say goodbye," Ms. Moon said, nudging Angelina towards the train. Angelina carried her trunk onto the train with her and as she walked through the many occupied compartments it clunked along behind her. "Angelina!" someone cried when Angelina was walking through one of the compartments towards the back of the train. Angelina spun around to find Lavender Brown standing up at her seat and waving. "Oh! Hello Lavender, Parvati, Padma." Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil waved frantically but Padma Patil just sat back in her seat and nodded. Parvati and Lavender had just been about to say more to Angelina when three boys walking outside of the train caught their attention instead. Angelina took this as her opportunity to leave, and she continued making slow progress down the many compartments. Finally she came to the last compartment where Hermionie, Ron, Harry, Ginny Weasley, and Georgie were seated, waiting for her. "Angelina! There you are! Could you have been any slower?" Georgie asked, getting to her feet and hugging Angelina for the second time that summer. "Oh Angelina! It's so good to see you!" Hermionie cried, hugging Angelina after Georgie had finally let go. "Hi!" Angelina said, hugging Hermionie back. "Hi Ginny!" she said. Ginny who still stood back by the window of the train smiled and waved. "Hey," Ron said. He was now very tall, and Angelina had to look up at him when she talked. His voice was also much deeper and it had startled Angelina when he'd greeted her. "Oh! Hi Ron, I've missed you so much!" Angelina cried, hugging him. Ron's ears turned pink as he hugged her in return. "Yeah, I've missed you too," he said a little taken aback. "Hey Harry," Angelina said after she'd hugged Ron. Harry hadn't grown as much as Ron had over the summer but it was obvious he had grown some. Like Ron his voice had also grown deep and Angelina felt like a kid among adults whenever he or Ron spoke. "Hey, how are you?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around Angelina like she was his best friend in the world and he hadn't seen her for years. "Oh, I'm fine," Angelina said, pulling away from the embrace. "Nothing new here." "'Cept your invisible forehead," Ginny said, walking up and staring at the hole that still existed on Angelina's head. Now everyone else's eyes moved up to her forehead and she felt her cheeks get warm. "Oh, um.well, I-" Angelina wasn't sure what to say-nor could she really spit the words that came into mind out of her mouth. "Oh she was using her mum's makeup again and it made her whole face disappear," Georgie said in a bored tone as if she had known this for ages and it was very old news. "Your whole face disappeared?!" Ginny cried. "Well actually it melted," Angelina replied. Ginny's face lit up. "Wow! Wicked! I wish I could have seen it! You should have taken pictures!" Angelina laughed. "Yeah.I guess I should've. But my mum was too worried about my melting skin staining our carpet so she made me wash my skin off really quickly." Ginny's grin grew into a huge smile; she was delighted. Harry laughed then gestured towards the train seats. "Come, sit down," he said. "Thank you," Angelina said slyly; she had never seen Harry this generous. "Oh wait!" she cried, just before sitting down. "I hafta say bye to me mum! I'll be right back!" And with that she hurried out of the compartment and through all the others she had already walked through. She jumped off the train and rushed forth to her mother who still stood there, waiting for her. "Hey Sweetums, did you find a seat?" her mother asked as she strode towards her. Angelina nodded. "Yup," she said. "I got a compartment with Georgie and the gang." "Well sounds like you're all set to go," Ms. Moon said, her voice wavering a little. Angelina hadn't seen her mother cry for what felt like ages, but here she stood, tears rolling down her pale cheeks. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, Ms. Moon grabbed Angelina and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you, Love," she said into Angelina's ear. "I'm gonna miss you too mum," Angelina replied, hugging her mother back. This was one of those very rare moments anyone ever saw between the two of them; usually they were too busy being sarcastic and comedic to embrace each other so long and cry. "Well, you better get back on the train," Ms. Moon said, pulling back. Angelina nodded and wiped a tear away from her cheek. Hesitantly she let go of her mother and took a step back. "I love you Sweetie," Ms. Moon said as Angelina began heading back towards the train. "I love you too Mum," Angelina replied, blowing her mother a kiss. Smoke started billowing from the train and the whistle began to blow. Parents all over the platform were now squeezing their children tight, reluctantly saying their farewells. Angelina boarded the train and then poked her head out of one of the many windows, and waved her mother goodbye one last time. The train began to roll out of the station after the third blow of the whistle and Angelina watched her mother shrink in the distance until they turned a corner and she was gone from sight. Angelina quickly jumped back from the window, ready to bound off towards the last compartment when she ran straight into someone tall and was knocked off balance. The world swam before her eyes for a second or two as Angelina sat on the floor, staring about for who she'd run into. And there he was. Of all the people to stupidly run into Angelina just HAD to run smack-dab into Draco Malfoy, who was looking even more gorgeous today then he'd been in Knock Turn Alley. Angelina stared up at him with wide eyes for what felt like an eternity of embarrassment until finally he reached out a hand to help her up. "You okay?" he asked, pulling Angelina to her feet. She nodded stupidly, and felt her cheeks redden as Draco spotted her forehead. He stared at her for a while, looking her over again with a sort of distant expression on his face, when he smiled his crooked grin. "Better watch where you're going," he said in his usual drawl. Then he turned and he, Crabe, and Goyle (who had been standing behind him the whole time) walked off chuckling in a stupid way. Angelina felt so embarrassed; why had she been such an idiot? Why hadn't she said a single word? Angelina's heart fell as she turned to head back down to the last compartment. Ron was lifting her trunk up and putting it in the overhead compartment when she glumly walked in. "Oh, thank you," she said smiling, and putting on the most chipper tone she could muster. "No problem," Ron said, letting Angelina sit down before him. Why was everyone being so generous today? Angelina turned toward Harry. "So," she said. "How was your summer?" "Marvelous," Harry said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "As you know the Dursleys are my favorite people in the world." Angelina didn't say anything. She knew Harry was still terribly upset about Sirius's death last year, as they all were. "How's your scar?" Angelina asked in a very low voice. She had been afraid to ask it but she had to know. Harry shrugged. "It didn't bother me much this summer," he said. Angelina raised her eyebrows. Last year it had bothered him nearly every day, and now, as Voldemort was slowly regaining his strength and power, Angelina had imagined Harry's scar searing in pain almost every day. But then again, she didn't quite understand Harry's scar, or exactly how it connected him to Voldemort. She did, however, understand how it felt to have people goggling at your forehead all the time. "Really?" Hermionie asked, sounding worried. "It didn't bother you much at all?" Harry shrugged again. "Not really," he replied. Angelina looked at him a while longer, trying to decide whether he was telling the truth or not. Finally she gave up and turned to Ron. "How are Fred and George, the two business men?" she asked. "They're doin' great," Ron replied in his new deep voice that made excited shivers run up Angelina's spine. "Their joke shop is a huge success. We went down and visited them over the holiday and they had so many customers it was mad!" "We could hardly talk to them," Ginny added. "They were always so busy with their business. But I have to admit they have some wicked stock! All this cool stuff they invented!" "Which reminds me," Georgie said, and she reached into her sweater pocket. "Ah-ha!" she said, pulling her hand back out and producing three colorfully wrapped candies. "Here they are!" she said grinning as she handed them to Angelina. "One makes your nose bleed, one gives you a huge fever and makes you vomit all over the place, and the third one makes you go completely delirious!" she winked. "They're so awesome!" "Thanks," Angelina said, grinning as she took the candies and stuffed them in her pockets. "I'll hafta remember those during Potions!" "Hey! Good idea!" Georgie cried. "I hadn't thought of that!" "Don't tell me you two are planning on using those candies to skip class?" Hermionie asked. "So what if we are?" Georgie asked, raising her eyebrows. "Oh no," Hermionie said, shaking her head. "We've got another Fred and George on our hands-only this time its Angelina and Georgie." Georgie smiled broadly. "Well I've got plenty more candies where those came from," she pulled another handful of candies out of her pocket and held them out. "Anybody else want any?" she asked. Ron looked nervously at Hermionie before grabbing some of the candies and stuffing them in his pocket. "I want some!" Ginny cried, she grabbed more than half of the candies in Georgie's hand. Georgie moved her hand toward Harry who took three pieces of candy for himself. "You guys," Hermionie complained. "Don't you think Snape will get suspicious when all of you are getting sick?" Ron shrugged his shoulders. "We can all eat them at different times in the year," he said. Angelina felt odd sitting next to him, he was reminding her so much of Fred and George that she couldn't help staring at him every now and then. She wondered if Georgie was feeling the same way, she watched Georgie for a minute or two to see if she was staring at Ron but she wasn't, instead she was talking and laughing with the others while Angelina sat there off in her own little world. Suddenly Angelina remembered something she'd been meaning to ask Georgie. "Did you bring the stink pellets?" she asked. Georgie furrowed her brows and pressed her index finger over her lips. "What?" Hermionie cried. "Oh now look what you've gone and done!" Georgie cried. Angelina smiled sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. "You two are planning on setting off stink pellets?" Hermionie asked, her eyebrows raised. "You're going to go and make our school the foulest smelling place ever!" "Oh no we aren't," Georgie replied, shaking her head. "Only Mr. Filch's office and maybe the Slytherin hall," she shrugged her shoulders. "You know; places our enemies hang out." But Hermionie's stern expression didn't change as she glared at Georgie. "Well I for one think it's a superb idea," Ron said, sinking back into the seat. "I'd like to get back at Slytherin for that damn song they made up last year!" Ron was referring to a song the Slytherins had made up during the Quidditch season when Ron hadn't been doing so well. The song went like this:
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King.
The Slytherins had sang this song at every Quidditch game (Gryffindor verses Slytherin) to make Ron lose his self confidence and not play his best game. The Slytherins had always cheered at the end of each game, "WEASLEY IS OUR KING!" They had even made badges to wear with that very line written on each one. It had not been a good year for Ron. Angelina sat back against the cushioned seat and looked from Ron to Georgie, to Harry to Hermionie, and finally over to Ginny. These were her friends and this is where she belonged.