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Diagon Alley
I was walking on the streets of Diagon Alley with my friends. The temperature was chilly as usual, even though how crowded it can be. We all stopped by shops to get that we needed for Hogwarts, most especially the book shop since Gilderoy Lockhart was there, and all three of us were practically drooling!
We'll all be going to Hogwarts tomorrow. It's a tradition, for Angelina, Katie and I, to have a sleepover before school starts. We started that since 1st year. And pretty much, we enjoyed it.
We saw Harry passing by, with his friends Hermione and Ron. We never got close with Harry, by now he still doesn't know that Fred has a girlfriend. He's been some place else lately, but we all do try to bond. He just doesn't notice because he, number 1, didn't catch Angelina and Fred snogging, number 2, he doesn't exactly notice.
Then we saw the twins, rummaging inside their paper bags on what they bought. Then Fred looked up and saw us. They took a stop, George saw us and smiled. For the years, I've gotten used to my reactions when I see George. But still, somewhere inside me just wants to burst.
"Good day, ladies," Fred and George greeted cheerfully.
"Hey Fred, hey George," we greeted back.
"Want a breath mint?" Fred asked handing one to Katie.
"We know better than that Fred," Katie said.
"Know better than what?" Fred asked with his innocent face.
"Please, if it's one of your crazy schemes to embarrass me, I don't think so," Katie said.
"How about you, Ange?" George asked Angelina. Angelina shook her head.
"Sorry, I just brushed my teeth," Angelina said. Then the twins both turned to look at me.
"If anything bad happens, I'm telling Mrs. Weasley on what you have done to Filch's and Snape's office," I said evilly. The twins chuckled.
"She knows, thanks to Ginny," Fred said.
"But at least we can prank you anytime we want," George said, looking up at the bright side.
"Pity, but I'm still not getting one," Alicia said.
"You break my heart," George said, making a sad face. Angelina, Katie and I laughed.
"Anyway, we have to go. We have to prank Oliver," Fred said and waved goodbye. I saw George glimpsed back at one of us, and then turned his head away. I obviously knew who it was, it was Katie. I sure wished it should've been me.
"Come on, Alicia," Angelina and Katie called out. I just realized I was thinking too long, so I then followed Angelina and Katie.
Alicia's POV, Next Day, Compartment
I entered the compartment with Katie and Angelina. It was bigger than usual; it's only exclusive for the 7th years since we're all graduating. I'm going to miss school. I love Hogwarts. All the fun that had happened then, all the friendships formed, all the pranks had done, all the loves that gained, everything happened there.
"How's summer?" Angelina asked.
"Fine, George and I visited Romania and Egypt," Fred said.
"We were not allowed to touch the mummies, saying it was cursed," George said.
"Anyway, we concocted a new batch of pranks this year," Fred added on.
"So beware, Hogwarts…" George said with a tone of evilness.
"Ooh, I'm afraid," Angelina sarcastically said.
"Well, the only thing that's making me afraid is that Sirius Black is loose," Katie began, "That's why mom made us visit her family in Paris where she thinks it's 'safer'."
"Well my mother thought it was 'safer' to stay at home," I sighed. Actually, my father was extremely busy this summer since butter beers are high in demand then. My dad's in the butter beer business, he owns and sells the best butter beer ever. He has a thousand branches all over the world.
My mother has a fashion line of clothing, shoes and bags. She also owns salons! That's why she has so many client calls everyday. That's why I've always been cooped up inside the house most of the time.
"At home again?" Angelina asked. I nodded.
"You know my parents, so busy and stuff. That huge house seems to be more of a cage to me," I said.
"It's okay, I was cooped up inside of the house too, my father was busy with work, and my mother had to go and run her business inside the restaurant, again," Angelina said.
"What about you, Ol, what have you done this summer?" Fred asked. Oliver shook his head. The twins laughed, Angelina, Katie and I just made a puzzled look.
"We gave him the breath mint," Fred laughed.
"But it's actually like glue, which can stick your mouth together," George added on.
"That's why he can't speak," Fred laughed harder. Then the twins made a hi-five in the air.
"Oh merlin…" Angelina muttered, "…why didn't you just do this before! He was so annoying babbling about Quidditch and stuff!"
We all laughed inside the compartment, except Oliver. He glared at Angelina.
"What?" Angelina laughed, "It's true."
Suddenly the train went to a stop. Everything darkened and became chilly. I was rubbing my arms for warmth. No use. I was shivering; my turtleneck sweater couldn't take it.
"Fred, George, did you actually touch the mummy?" Katie asked.
"Yeah we did."
"Darn, this is the curse of the mummy," I muttered. Everyone laughed but it only lasted for 2 seconds. The atmosphere was completely uncomfortable.
"Ouch my foot!" Oliver complained. That was the first time we heard his voice, which meant the prank of Fred and George's breath mind ended there.
"It lasted for one day, George!" Fred laughed.
"Yeah!"
"Ow, stop stepping on my foot," Katie complained.
"Sorry, Kates," Oliver said. Then I felt someone hit my head.
"Ouch! Who hit my head?" I asked, rubbing my head due to the pain.
"Sorry, Lish," George replied, "That was me."
Then it became too cold, I can hear everyone's shivers. And then I felt my happiness, was sucking off me. Suddenly, the lights came back. It was warm again.
"What happened?" Oliver asked.
"I don't know, let us check around," Fred and George said, and then left the compartment.
"I'll go with you," Angelina said following the twins. I stood up to and got my uniform.
"I'll change, be right back," I said and left Katie and Oliver inside the compartment.
Hogwarts, Great Hall, Post-Announcement
"Crud, those were dementors?" I said in shock.
"Unfortunately, yes and unfortunately, they'll be in the school," Katie sighed sadly.
"At least there is Quidditch," Oliver pointed out. He had a big grin on his face, like a sly cat.
"Shut up," Angelina muttered.
The conversation on the table went well. But I really didn't talk or brought up a subject. Besides, the twins were eating their food, Angelina was arguing with Oliver for being Quidditch-obsessed, and Katie was just laughing. I just ate my food, but I thought about George at the same time.
His smile, his eyes, everything about him just makes me go weak on the knees. I know he looks exactly like Fred, but there's something about him that makes me draw closer to him. Honestly, twins DO have differences, even though they seem alike. Well, George can be serious sometimes, isn't always doing pranks all the time. Fred is all like that too, but somehow, I think of George more of a gentleman. They're not always alike; there are some differences you can spot out from each of them.
I could remember the time when we first met. It was Quidditch try-outs…
Flashback
…and I was lost. All of the students who are trying out were divided into groups. One group was for Chaser, one group was for Keeper, and one for Beater. I couldn't find my group, and I accidentally ended up completely lost.
"Where am I?" I asked out loud. I wore braids then; I only started to wear pony tail in the middle of my 3rd year.
I ran around in circles, and then I accidentally bumped into someone and fell. I looked up, I saw too red heads. I stood up and dusted the dirt on my robes.
"Why are you running around in circles?" one asked.
"You seem lost," the other one said.
"I am lost," I said, "and I think that fall made me see double."
They both laughed, "We're twins."
"I'm Fred Weasley and this is my brother, George Weasley," one said taking out his hand. I shook it.
"What are you doing here?" the other one asked.
"I am trying out for Chaser, Fred-"
"George."
"I am trying out for Chaser, George, but I'm lost," I replied.
"Chaser, eh?" Fred asked, "It's near the Keeper try-outs, which is next to the goal posts."
"Thanks George-"
"Fred."
"I mean, Fred," I said and ran off. I finally reached the goalposts.
If you're asking how I fell for George, this is what had happened. Fred and George were all making jokes and stuff ever since they came to the team. For some reason, ever since I got to the team, I kept on avoiding George, since he bugged me a lot. He kept on giving me pranks, he kept on tickling me, and he kept on coming near me. I had a childish crush on him since 2nd year, but I was in denial. I didn't want to admit I had a crush on George, but no body knew. I knew he was George because he was slightly shorter than Fred then.
In 3rd year, I knew enough was enough, so after a Quidditch meeting, I went up to him.
"Why do you keep on pranking me?" I asked angrily at him one time. Fred then saw what was happening and told his twin he'll leave first.
"It's because you're too easy to prank," he laughed.
"Well it's ticking me off, can you please stop it?" I begged.
"Why should I? You're an easy target," he laughed, "you're too weak!"
"I hope you die!" I shouted at him. I got so annoyed and went back to my room. Soon, it was our very first Quidditch game. We were the team with the youngest players, but we were all good. Unfortunately, we lost, and unfortunately, a bludger hit George. After the game, I immediately ran to the Hospital Wing.
I saw him there, laying there. I felt guilty; I shouldn't have shouted that to him. I shouldn't have gotten mad at him.
"It wasn't your fault," Fred said.
"It was!" I exclaimed, beginning to sob. I sat next to George's bed and watched him with pain. Madam Promfrey told us it was pretty bad but he'll heal in a few days.
It was late at night already; Fred said he had to tell the team mates what happened. I nodded, but I told him I'll stay. Then Madam Promfrey came up to me a few hours later.
"You have to go, Miss Spinnet, Mr. Weasley will be fine," she said. I shook my head.
"But I need to be here when he wakes up," I begged. She nodded, "But you have to change your clothes if you're staying here for the rest of the night."
I nodded and walked up to my room. It was quiet, Angelina and Katie were asleep. I then took a bath, changed to a turquoise blue turtleneck sweater and jeans, and got a blanket. I walked back down to the Hospital Wing and saw George, laying there on his bed. I sat beside him again, and fell asleep, with a blanket around me.
Thank God it was Sunday the next day, because if it was during the weekdays, I have to go to classes. I was still asleep, and then I felt someone's hand poke my shoulder. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, my braids were messed up, and I looked like a mess.
I opened my eyes, I saw George, still lying on the bed. His eyes were open, and he had a small grin on his face.
"Weakling…" he muttered. I glared at him.
"I'm no weakling," I replied. He laughed. Then silence befell on us. Then, I gave him a huge hug.
"You scared me," I said, about to cry, "I didn't mean it when I said I hoped you die."
"Hey you're choking me," he laughed. I laughed and let him go. Ever since that day, we've became best friends. And ever since that day, I admitted I liked him, but nobody knew. And the plus side, he didn't call me a weakling anymore, at least not to anyone. Fred said they matured after the incident, but they still do pranks. At least they don't call me names anymore.
End of Flashback
Room
"Katie…" I began, "…what happened when we all left you and Oliver in the compartment a while ago."
I used a very, very innocent-looking face on this one. Or else Katie would've thought we plotted it, to which we didn't. We took advantage of it.
"Yeah, Kates, what happened?" Angelina asked with a huge grin on her face. Katie just rolled her eyes and put her hair up on a messy bun.
"Nothing in particular…" she began, "…just talked about Quidditch that's all."
"All he talks about is Quidditch!" Angelina frustratingly exclaimed. I just laughed.
"I know, but he said he wants to meet me in the Quidditch Pitch tomorrow," Katie sighed, "For training, for ME. He thinks I'm getting rusty in Quidditch."
"No you're not," I said.
"Well he thinks."
"Pity." Angelina said.
"I know." Katie replied.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
I sighed, "Goodnight too."
Then we turned off our lamps, and went to bed.
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