Fred fell to the floor, gasping for breath.
" Hello, Mr. Weasley. What might be the rush?" Dumbledore offered Fred a hand. Fred smiled, blushing.
" Nothing, sir. I just.." He looked over his shoulder.
" Stop that boy!" Professor Quirrel was running toward them, clutching a stitch in his side. " Headmaster. This young Weasley has been most troublesome. We must punish him immediately." Quirrel looked at the Headmaster curiously as a wide smile spread across his face.
" Mr. Weasley, I'm sure has done nothing that orders him to be punished, except for that little joke he pulled yesterday, but that is nothing life- threatening, Professor." Fred grinned broadly, and turned to Dumbledore.
" Can I go then? I was in the middle of a conversation when Professor Quirrel dragged me away and I ran into you Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore nodded then beckoned for Quirrel to follow him.
" I'll get you, Weasley boy." He muttered, as Fred passed.
" Not on your life, sport." Fred muttered back.
" Fred.. Fred!"
Fred turned and saw Angelina, George, and Lee running up to him. He smiled triumphantly. Angelina ran straight into Fred, knocking him to the ground.
" You're alright! I thought you were going to be expelled." She looked at him, her eyes shining with pride and infatuation. He shook his head.
" And leave you here alone.with GEORGE?" he said, getting to his feet with Angelina is his arms. " Not on your life." George glared.
" Anyway, what happened, give me details, Weasley!" said Lee. Fred told him all about what Quirrel said and what Dumbledore did for him, and the last words that he and Quirrel traded before they showed up.
" You're so brave, Fred." Said Angelina. Fred was looking at Angelina with pride. George and Lee were making gagging motions, sticking their forefinger in the mouths.
" Oh shut up you two!" said Fred, and he and Angelina walked off. Fred had never felt happier. Of course, something had to ruin his happiness, and that would have to be the form of a tall and very rugged looking boy. Angelina had tripped suddenly but before Fred could catch her, another person was there before him.
" Are you alright?" A boy, about the same age as Fred, was helping Angelina to her feet.
" Yes." She said, looking at the boy.
" The names Diggory. Cedric Diggory." He held out his hand to her and smiled. Fred scowled.
" I'm Angelina." she said, in a dreamy voice. Fred cleared his throat. " Oh! This is Fred Weasley." Cedric turned to him and smiled.
" Hi Fred. Nice to meet you." Fred nodded and turned to Angelina.
" Come on, Angelina, where were we before this nig lug interfered?" Cedric didn't seem to take offense to Fred's words, but Angelina did.
" Well, I think me and Cedric were going somewhere, weren't we Cedric?" Angelina said, in a seductive way. Cedric nodded and held his arm out to her. Fred was left standing, alone in the entrance hall. He has lost his only love and now he was mad. Of course when Weasleys get mad, they get MAD.
Fred ran back to the Gryffindor common to find all of his jokes supplies and his twin. Surely he would help. Then, suddenly Fred felt something. Pain, in his heart. He really liked Angelina, and she broke his heart like it was nothing more than an extremely fragile and vile item. He punched the wall next to his bed, his fist going through the wall. He yelled in agony. Then, like a bolt of lightning, he saw something.
" Hello, Mr. Weasley. What might be the rush?" Dumbledore offered Fred a hand. Fred smiled, blushing.
" Nothing, sir. I just.." He looked over his shoulder.
" Stop that boy!" Professor Quirrel was running toward them, clutching a stitch in his side. " Headmaster. This young Weasley has been most troublesome. We must punish him immediately." Quirrel looked at the Headmaster curiously as a wide smile spread across his face.
" Mr. Weasley, I'm sure has done nothing that orders him to be punished, except for that little joke he pulled yesterday, but that is nothing life- threatening, Professor." Fred grinned broadly, and turned to Dumbledore.
" Can I go then? I was in the middle of a conversation when Professor Quirrel dragged me away and I ran into you Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore nodded then beckoned for Quirrel to follow him.
" I'll get you, Weasley boy." He muttered, as Fred passed.
" Not on your life, sport." Fred muttered back.
" Fred.. Fred!"
Fred turned and saw Angelina, George, and Lee running up to him. He smiled triumphantly. Angelina ran straight into Fred, knocking him to the ground.
" You're alright! I thought you were going to be expelled." She looked at him, her eyes shining with pride and infatuation. He shook his head.
" And leave you here alone.with GEORGE?" he said, getting to his feet with Angelina is his arms. " Not on your life." George glared.
" Anyway, what happened, give me details, Weasley!" said Lee. Fred told him all about what Quirrel said and what Dumbledore did for him, and the last words that he and Quirrel traded before they showed up.
" You're so brave, Fred." Said Angelina. Fred was looking at Angelina with pride. George and Lee were making gagging motions, sticking their forefinger in the mouths.
" Oh shut up you two!" said Fred, and he and Angelina walked off. Fred had never felt happier. Of course, something had to ruin his happiness, and that would have to be the form of a tall and very rugged looking boy. Angelina had tripped suddenly but before Fred could catch her, another person was there before him.
" Are you alright?" A boy, about the same age as Fred, was helping Angelina to her feet.
" Yes." She said, looking at the boy.
" The names Diggory. Cedric Diggory." He held out his hand to her and smiled. Fred scowled.
" I'm Angelina." she said, in a dreamy voice. Fred cleared his throat. " Oh! This is Fred Weasley." Cedric turned to him and smiled.
" Hi Fred. Nice to meet you." Fred nodded and turned to Angelina.
" Come on, Angelina, where were we before this nig lug interfered?" Cedric didn't seem to take offense to Fred's words, but Angelina did.
" Well, I think me and Cedric were going somewhere, weren't we Cedric?" Angelina said, in a seductive way. Cedric nodded and held his arm out to her. Fred was left standing, alone in the entrance hall. He has lost his only love and now he was mad. Of course when Weasleys get mad, they get MAD.
Fred ran back to the Gryffindor common to find all of his jokes supplies and his twin. Surely he would help. Then, suddenly Fred felt something. Pain, in his heart. He really liked Angelina, and she broke his heart like it was nothing more than an extremely fragile and vile item. He punched the wall next to his bed, his fist going through the wall. He yelled in agony. Then, like a bolt of lightning, he saw something.