I'm BAAAACK! So sorry for the wait! I just haven't really been in the writing mood lately, I guess.
Crying was for children. Hadn't I told myself I wasn't going to shed another tear?
Well, if not, I am now.
I wasn't going to shed one more tear. No, what I was going to do was get my broom back.
It's been about three weeks since Aunt 'Dromeda took my broom away. I've sent letter upon letter to her and Tonks, asking when I could have it back, and if they had found anything wrong with it yet. The match against Ravenclaw was coming up in a few weeks, and I really hoped I would have it back by then.
Although, probably not as much as Harry, who as of yet, had no broom at all.
Think of the Devil and he shall appear. I think as Harry comes walking up to me in the hallway.
"Did you hear anything yet?" He asked, his eyes worried. I sighed and shook my head.
"No. Don't worry, Potter. They can't keep them forever..." I say, trying to convince myself as much as Harry.
He nods, "I hope you're right."
"Me too."
We stood there in awkward silence for a few minutes before the twins came running up.
"Rita! We need your help!" They say in sync, each of them grabbing one of my arms and hauling me backwards down the hall.
"Hey! Put me down!" I said, struggling.
"No can do, shorty." Fred said.
"We've got a prank to pull!" George added.
"Oh God, help me please. Have mercy on my soul!" I joke loudly, drawing the attention of the whole hall as they drag me around a corner.
"Who are we pranking?" I ask.
"Not sure." George said. I huffed.
"Well, then what's the prank?"
"We're going to put fire ants in someone's knicker drawer." Fred replied in excitement. I burst out laughing.
"Girl dorm?" I guessed.
"Of course, otherwise we wouldn't need your help so badly."
"Which year?"
"Ours." They replied together.
"You know, that's really creepy." I said, rolling my eyes as George gave the Fat Lady the password.
"What, this?" They said together, laughing when I glared at them. They dropped my arms and I fell backwards onto the floor.
"Yes, that." I said, standing up and brushing off my jeans.
"Here." George said, handing me a jar from his bag. I held it up to a light and watched as about thirty fire ants walked over top each other. I cringed.
"You two are evil."
"Well you're the one who agreed to dump them for us."
"Only because I worry that if I don't you'll put them down my robe." I fire back. They look at each other and grin.
"Oh Merlin, that was your backup plan, wasn't it?"
Fred nodded with a smirk on his face.
"I hate you both."
"Ah come on, shorty. You can't hate us if you've never loved us." Fred jokes, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I shrug it off and glare at him.
"Fine. I dislike you very much, Fred Weasley. And I hate you, George Weasley." I joke. Fred pretends to be stabbed in the heart while George chuckles.
"I swear, Shortcake, you've got more sass than the rest of your year." George says.
"What's up with all the nicknames?" I ask, looking at them suspiciously.
"Trying to figure out one that fits." George said.
"I like Shortcake." Fred says to his twin. George nods.
"Me too."
"Oh Good God." I say, rolling my eyes and starting for the stairs.
"Wait! Who are you gonna prank?" Fred calls after me.
I smirk, "You'll see!"
And see they will.