A/N: Sorry I haven't continued in a while. I've been terribly busy with school and my studies on the Great War. I know this chapter is rather short, but the story will pick up again at a different point so I sort of had to cut it off there.
Fred sat up in bed and bumped his head on the low cieling. He remembered nothing about the faculty meeting the previous night. That's how dull it was. The students would be brought to the castle on the Hogwarts Express that evening. He missed that quirky train. He missed the wonderful view of Scotland from the train windows, he missed the food trolley, he even missed the ever-so-entertaining confrontations with Draco Malfoy.
He still needed to make his office not so bland-looking so he hung up a plethora of Quidditch posters to mask the unsightly yellowish off-white color of the walls and decorated the desk and windowsill with Quidditch trophies. In no time, the room looked like something out of Ron's weirdest wet dream. Hermione, however, would grumble about how nothing in Fred's office had anything to do with charms, or even school.
Fred had recently become interested in muggle books, especially the kinds that cover muggle events. He carefully placed on his desk an untouched copy of Dare Call it Treason by R. M. Watt. Hermione, now Headgirl, would be impressed. She might even come to think of him as somebody she could actually carry an intelligible conversation with rather than one of the two pranksters she used to issue countless detentions to last year.
Fred sat up in bed and bumped his head on the low cieling. He remembered nothing about the faculty meeting the previous night. That's how dull it was. The students would be brought to the castle on the Hogwarts Express that evening. He missed that quirky train. He missed the wonderful view of Scotland from the train windows, he missed the food trolley, he even missed the ever-so-entertaining confrontations with Draco Malfoy.
He still needed to make his office not so bland-looking so he hung up a plethora of Quidditch posters to mask the unsightly yellowish off-white color of the walls and decorated the desk and windowsill with Quidditch trophies. In no time, the room looked like something out of Ron's weirdest wet dream. Hermione, however, would grumble about how nothing in Fred's office had anything to do with charms, or even school.
Fred had recently become interested in muggle books, especially the kinds that cover muggle events. He carefully placed on his desk an untouched copy of Dare Call it Treason by R. M. Watt. Hermione, now Headgirl, would be impressed. She might even come to think of him as somebody she could actually carry an intelligible conversation with rather than one of the two pranksters she used to issue countless detentions to last year.