George sighed slightly, looking at Tammy.
Suddenly, he noticed a big bruise on the back of her shoulder.
"Tammy!"
"What?" She followed his stare to her shoulder. "Oh, that. It's nothing. Did you expect me to not even get hurt?"
"No, but... I expected Madam Pomfrey to have healed it already..."
"Well, don't freak out. It doesn't hurt me or anything."
George poked it and Tammy's hand automatically pushed him away. "Unless you touch it!"
He sighs. "Tammy, Tammy, Tammy..."
"What's with the triple Tammy?!"
"Nothing!"
"I hope so."
"Yeah you do."
Tammy rolled her eyes.
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"Angelina?" Fred asked.
"Yeah?"
"When's the next Quidditch game?"
"I'm not sure."
He raised an eyebrow. "You're not sure?"
"Nope."
"That's a first."
"I'm too hungry to think..."
"I can get you something to eat."
"Thanks."
Fred went down to the kitchens and got her some snacks, then brought them to her.
"Thanks." Angelina said, eating slowly.
Fred watched her happily.
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Days passed by and everything was okay. Snow started falling and the twins spent a lot of time throwing snowballs at random victims and windows.
Tammy was sitting on the frozen lake, wearing ice skates. She had been skating and fell, but didn't want to stand up. She watched Fred and George with interest.
George watched as Ron stuck his head out of the window and screamed that he was sick at the snowballs being thrown at the window and that he could use his prefect powers to get them in trouble. He decided to stop, but not because of Ron. It was because he wanted to go inside to do something more fun, even though throwing snowballs was fun.
He walked through the halls aimlessly, wondering why he had even walked inside, when he knew it was empty and boring inside that day.
George walked over to the Gryffindor common room. He didn't feel like going back outside, and dinner had already passed, so the Great Hall was undoubtfully empty.
The days were passing by really slowly now. The teachers kept giving more and more homework in attempt to get them reading for the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. He had to do all of the homework too. Otherwise the teachers would give him detention. George didn't hate detention, but he didn't like it either; it interfered with Quidditch.
Angelina was pushing everyone a lot during Quidditch practices. She scheduled one more practice a week and she never cared if it was really cold, or if it was raining. If he didn't know any better, George could've sworn that she didn't notice the snow, because as he was lying on the couch tiredly, she came into the common room and said "I scheduled a practice for tomorrow morning. It's the last one before Christmas break."
George groaned. "Another practice?"
"Don't you wanna win the Quidditch cup this year?"
"I do, but we won't be able to if the whole team dies of tiredness."
Angelina rolled her eyes and walked up to her dorm.
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Tammy sat there until the sun started setting. When it did, she stood up and walked over to the castle.
She was going home in two days and she had to start packing.
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Fred walked into the common room. "Why'd you leave?" he asked George.
George shrugged. He didn't feel like talking.
Fred realized that and just sighed. "One more day of classes." He said to no one in particular.
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The first class the next day was Divination. George and Fred were sitting together at a table. Alicia and Angelina were sitting together. Katie and Lee were sitting together. Tammy didn't have that class.
They were reviewing how to look deep into the crystal ball. Professor Trewalney was gliding around the room, watching everyone.
She stopped by Fred and George and looked into the crystal ball with that weird look on her face. "Ooh... I see death in the near future.... Death of someone close...."
George snickered quietly. Trewalney hadn't predicted a death in their class for a while. They had thought that she had given up, but George figured that she was just taking a break to make it more realistic.
After Divination, all the other classes went by boringly, as always. There was nothing different.
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That night, Fred and George were woken up in the middle of the night by Professor McGonnagol. They were pretty reluctant to wake up but she was saying that it was important, so they woke up.
A snake bit their father and they had to go to Grimmauld Place.
This really made George mad because he hadn't gotten a chance to say bye to Tammy, and to make sure she never forgot to write.
They were sitting there with Sirius, drinking butterbeer slowly. George kept wondering if he'd see Tammy again anytime soon. He couldn't concentrate on anything at all. So much was going on. One thing led to another, making him practically miserable.
Everyone looked sad, so they didn't really notice how George felt. He was happy about that.
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Now, I'm getting bored with writing this, so I need to know if you would mind me skipping ahead to June. Email me at or include it in a review. I really need your opinions.