Chapter 4:
Life at Hogwarts was being destroyed from the inside out. Everything was falling apart around the students, but Mel didn't really care. She was the happiest that she had been in...well in forever. Being happy made it easier to ignore the destructing taking place around her.
"I can not stand this anymore! We have to get out of here George!" Fred yelled as he burst into the common room one rather dreary afternoon.
George looked at him. "Oh, I hadn't noticed! She won't give us back our brooms then?"
"Give them back! Ha! She's keeping them forever. We are, 'to hazardous to play the game of quidditch ever again. People could be hurt.' She's gonna be hurt soon if she doesn't get her big fat..."
"Whoa! For all you know she could be having the house elves spy on us! You could get yourself arrested," Mel said, breaking him off and laughing as he began to turn a rather garish shade of red.
Fred stared at her. "You find this funny? She just likes you 'cause your uncle flirts with her at the ministry!"
"Oh, now we don't need to start insulting people!" George said, breaking up what he was sure would end with Fred getting the snot beaten out of him.
Mel shrugged. "You know, he's right. She loves that stupid place. She likes anyone related to it in any way," Fred raised his eyebrow at her. "Ok, well everyone but the people that piss her off. Which means the Weasley's."
"Well it's either gonna be her or us!" said Fred, storming off toward the stairs with George in toe.
You can only fake a smile for so long, Mel thought as she watched Fred and George talk of there plans to escape as they walked towards the dormitory stairs and disappear around the corner. When they were out of sight her smile dissolved into a fit of tears.