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Chapter 2- Pranksters Rule!
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Angelina sighed as she headed up the stairs to her common room. Her best friend, Alicia Spinnet, was gabbing away next to her. 'Blah, blah….blah blah George blah blah' is all she heard. "Uh huh." was her reply. The two walked into their room, and laid down on their beds. As she laid back, Angelina thought of the kiss she and Fred had just shared. She touched her lips, and closed her eyes. Her dark cheeks blushed slightly, and a smile crossed her face. She snorted, and sat up, asking Alicia,
"Hey, do George and Fred say everything to each other??"
Alicia raised an eyebrow and said, "Only when it's a really juicy fact."
Angelina was puzzled, and crossed her legs, "What do you mean juicy? Like as in, a new one of their products juicy, or as in something good happened juicy?"
"Like, both I guess."
Alicia shrugged, and went into the bathroom to shower. She came out 10 minutes later, towel drying her hair. Angelina got up, and walked into the bathroom, and shut the door. She heaved a sigh, and undressed. As she turned on the water, she thought again of the
kiss Fred gave her. She grinned, and stepped in. After she was done, she thought her shampoo looked different, but she thought it must have been some new one. She put some dark jeans on, and a dark red ¾ shirt. She stepped out, drying her hair, but before she left the bathroom, she looked in the mirror and screamed. "AH! FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY YOU WEASELS! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" she ran out of the bathroom, and grabbed her wand.
Fred and George were sitting on the couch, writing down ingredients for some new concoction, when they heard a shriek, following their names. They got up, and were walking briskly to the door, when a very irate Angelina Johnson stumbled down the stairs, raised
her wand, and yelled "Morbiculus!" Their legs promptly stopped working, and they toppled onto the floor. She flipped them over roughly, and squatted next to them. "You two have better watch your shampoo, so I don't put some hair removing potion in there! LOOK WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY HAIR! ITS RED! LIKE…LIKE…LIKE YOURS! I mean…I don't mind having hair like you, BUT it better not be permanent or else I will seriously do some damage to you. Maybe even…"
She got up, and muttered the counter curse, "write to your mother…yes that will do."
Somehow the brothers got passed the charm that repelled men from the girls dormitory, and put in a temporary hair color changer. Fred was the first to get up, and heaved his brother up. He ambled over to Angelina, and she walked up to him too. "You're an official Weasley now, Ang." She rested her hands on his shoulders, and he wrapped his around her thin waist. He pulled her close, to where her head was resting on his shoulder.
She decided this was the perfect moment, and started to squeeze him. "gasp" Lina gasp I…can't…breathe!" Fred gasped as the air was being forced out of him.
"Yes, Gred. I know I am squeezing you with all my might, but I just might let you go on one condition." she replied, and let him go. "If you promise to…to…create a counter shampoo, and buy me some candy from Honeydukes."
"How much exactly?" Fred questioned, catching his breath.
"Hmm…whatever I feel like then. Got it?" She said in reply.
"Fine. Okay, and here is the counter potion for your Weasley Hair." Fred pulled out a small red vial from his pocket, and promptly handed it to her. "Thanks love, but I think I will keep this hair for a while. I think it shows how much I love you." She leaned in, and
kissed him, in front of everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room, including his notorious twin. She ran one of her hands through his hair, and wound the other one around his neck, pulling him closer. After a few minutes, Angelina pulled away, and chuckled softly. She put her hand to his face, and whispered, "What would I do without you, Gred?"
"You probably would be bored to death." he replied. She snorted loudly, and sat down on the couch. She was thinking about the upcoming Yule Ball. It was nearing December, and she was in need of a dress and a date. Angelina's dark eyes followed her friend's body, over to the other side of the couch, and eyed him suspiciously. She decided to ask him to the dance.
"Hey Fred." she said, just as he was saying, "Hey Angelina." She chuckled a bit, and crawled over to him, and set her head in his lap. She looked up, and smiled. "Go ahead love. What is it?" she whispered. He asked, "Oh. I was just wondering…er…if you wanted to come to the Yule Ball with me…I mean…you can go with some other competent, young fellow…" "Fred, shut up. Well…on one condition. You must not do anything to mess this Yule Ball up. I mean last year was funny when you made all the food jump away from people's hands when they tried to grab it. It was bloody funny, but I want you to be on your best behavior, got it? Or else I will…er…restrict our daily adventures from every day to once a week. Got it Mr. Weasley?" she answered. Her eyes sparkled, and made Fred a bit uneasy. "But…Lina…that's what we do best..." She lifted a long finger to his lips and shook her head slowly from side to side and whispered, "I will go…"
A few weeks later, on a cold Saturday in December in Hogsmeade, the girls went out to buy their dresses, many went to Madame Malkin's Robes for Every Occasion, others went somewhere else. Alicia and Angelina were the first in the long line at Madame Malkins, and had their fabric, and were standing on the riser. Alicia was going to wear a blood red one-strapped dress, with small gold stars twinkling on it. Angelina was going to wear a tube-top, midnight-blue dress with white stars that twinkled like the night sky. They both had a slightly long train, which would drag casually on the floor. As they were being fit, Fred, George, Oliver, and Lee passed by. Angelina was smiling, and waved at the window. To her astonishment, Fred and Oliver Wood, waved back. She blew a kiss, meaning for it to go to Fred, but Oliver raised an eyebrow suspiciously. They left, heading in the direction of the Quidditch Shop.
"Ms. Spinnet," Madame Malkin said, "I believe you are ready to go. This will be, 8 galleons, 4 sickles, and 10 knuts." Alicia pulled out a small pouch, and pulled out her money. She handed it to Madame, and stepped down. "Ms. Johnson, yours is 10 galleons, 6 sickles, and 5 knuts." Angelina was pulling out all her money, when Fred stepped in. "Here you go Madame." he said casually. Angelina's jaw dropped slightly, and blushed.
He helped her down, and smiled, "I promise." he replied. The trio walked out of the crowded shop, and walked towards Honeydukes. On the way, Angelina looked into the window of the Quidditch Supplies store, and saw a brand new model of broom. The Nova 3.5. Her mouth gaped open, and she immediately ran into the shop. She found out the price, and counted her money. She had more than enough to buy it.
"Are you really sure you want to buy that, Angelina? I mean, your broom is quite nice." said a warm voice. Oliver Wood walked out from behind a bookcase, and stepped up to her. "You could save your money for something else. Like a present for your team captain?" She frowned, and replied, "Wood, I need a new broom. I don't care what you say, I'm getting it." She went up to the counter, and paid for the new broom. The small pudgy man behind the counter wrapped it, and handed it to Angelina. She walked out, and joined back up with Fred. Oliver stepped out after her, and talked a bit with Lee.
"D'you fancy her, Wood?" Lee said, eyeing his friend suspiciously.
"N…n…no…Why would I like someone on my team. It would interfere with practice…and planning!" he rebutted.
Oliver walked off in a huff, following his friends. Lee rolled his dark eyes, and ran after them too.
Angelina and Fred were the first to reach the candy shop. "OHMAHGOD! OHMAHGOD! OHMAHGOD! Okay…lets see…there are chocolate covered fireflies…some of the best chocolate…acid pops…ice mice…AND BERTIE BOTTS! There! Okay…I have what I want Fred." She had an mad grin on her face, and was very giddy. "Okay…Angelina…calm down…Let's go pay, and we can go back and have a party." He took her up to the cashier, and paid. When they were done, Angelina swung her broom over her shoulder, grabbed her dress, and reached for Fred's hand.
He smiled, and took it. They headed back up to the castle, then to the tower. There, the gang had a small party. Angelina didn't share any of her candy, except with Gred. "An ven…an ven…And then…he, being the stupid one, jumped off the roof, and completely missed his broom. I was laughing so hard!" Fred said, pointing at George, who was blushing fiercely. "But, you tried to get one of those bloody gnomes in the back to fly your broom." George rebutted. "HEY! It was riding it for a while, until it crashed into a tree. Stupid git." Fred chuckled.
The clock stuck midnight, and everyone started to yawn. "I'm yawn going to bed. C'mon 'Licia…" Angelina got up, along with everyone else. Angelina kissed Fred on the lips, lightly, and walked up the stairs to the girl's dorms. Alicia did the same to George, and ran up the stairs.
"Fred, I didn't know you and Angelina were…" said Oliver.
"Yeh…only for a while though…she's a sweet girl, and I'm glad to be going out with her." Fred replied, heading up the Boy's stairs.
Oliver frowned, and cleaned up their mess with a flick of his wand. He secretly liked Angelina too, but he knew Angelina didn't like him.
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