George groaned sleepily and began banging his head repeatedly on the desk he was sitting at in the deserted Gryffindor common room. He was exhausted from having been staying up at all hours of the night trying to find a new suspect for the murder of Evian. He'd been every where imaginable in the castle looking for evidence of who could've done it. He'd definitely searched the Quidditch pitch for clues but had found nothing. His next line of business was to start asking people questions that might give him some sort of lead. He was thinking about even asking Fred to help him out, maybe it would help Fred take his mind off of everything. Plus, if they eventually found out who did it, it most likely would give Fred a certain kind of closure that he couldn't get any other way. At this rate though, he felt as if he'd never be able to discover the culprit and get Fred out his depression. He'd told Alicia how he was feeling the other night and she'd tried, of course, to console him by saying that a lead would come up some time soon and that maybe he'd just not been looking hard enough. But still the only suspect he had at the moment was Angelina and that just disturbed him so much that he didn't want to think about it at the moment.

"Morning George," said a familiar female voice. He knew at once it must be Ginny. "So, how's the case going Mr. Gumshoe? Or are you to busy acquiring brain damage to answer me?"

He abruptly stopped banging his head on the table and raised his eyebrows at his little sister. "What in the name of Godric Gryffindor is a 'gumshoe'?"

Ginny laughed and her brown eyes sparkled. "It's one of the new words we learned in Muggle Studies; it means like an amateur detective of sorts."

He shook head and grinned, "Those muggles... I'll never understand them. Well, anyway about the whole case thing. It's going terribly, I mean I haven't been able to find any leads at all! It seems as if whoever did it, made sure that they covered everything up. And at the moment the only suspect we have is," he paused for a moment, looked around the empty common room and then whispered, "Angelina."

Ginny looked puzzled and said loudly, "Johnson?"

"Yes, Johnson."

"Angelina Johnson?"

"Yeah Angelina Johnson."

"Angelina?"

"Yes."

"Johnson?"

"YES!!! ANGELINA JOHNSON!!!" He finally yelled loudly.

"Woah..." Ginny breathed, "I mean I knew she was jealous, but I never knew she was that jealous... have you said anything to anybody yet?"

"No, of course not, I mean we haven't got any evidence yet. And you can't just go around accusing people of murder when you have exactly no proof." George explained shaking his head with frustration.

"True... true, but hey I'm sure you'll find something soon. Remember there is no such thing as a perfect crime," Ginny said encouragingly as she nudged him in the arm. He laughed and gave her hug.

"Thanks Gin," He sighed, stood up and stretched, "I'd better go get Fred up, because if I don't he'll never get up."

"Good luck! Oh and Alicia told me to tell you to meet her on the Quidditch Pitch during lunch today." Ginny yelled behind her shoulder as she walked through the portrait hole, headed for the Great Hall.

George raised his eyebrows as he headed up the stairs to wake up his bumming twin. Hmm... I wonder what this could be about... knowing Alicia you can never tell. She's so spontaneous and different from all the other girls, George thought smiling. He grinned as he thought about how cute she looked when she laughed and how she bit her lip when she was trying to concen- WOAH. What was he thinking? How could he think stuff like this about his second best friend in the world? (Fred was his first best friend). Pushing these alarming thoughts out of his head he groggily trudged up the stairs and opened the door to his dormitory only to find Fred up and dressed looking in the mirror.

He blinked to make sure this was really the scene he saw in front of him. "So, I see you're feeling a little bit better?"

"Yeah I guess so." Fed replied fixing his hair.

"So what is this new found happiness all about?" George questioned still standing in the doorway.

"Well... today's a new day. And I really have nothing left to be sad about... and I don't know... it's a good day!" Fred said mechanically.

George sighed, he knew that this was all a cover-up for all the heartbreak that Fred really felt, but he was gonna try and play along, for Fred's sake. "That's, uh, great, well let's go and get some breakfast."

"I'll be down in a sec, okay?" Fred told him not taking his eyes away from the mirror.

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay," George said and he was gone.

Fred sighed and straightened his robes in the mirror. "You can do this Fred... be happy. Just don't let them know... they'll never understand. Be happy, you are happy. You will find out who did this."

With that he walked down to the Great Hall for just one more day of what he felt would be of nothing but heartbreak and pain.