„So, what exactly is going on between the two of you?"
"What d'you mean?" George asked.
"You know full well, what I mean. What's going on between you and Alicia?"
"Fred, we have to be outside on the field in ten minutes to kiss Slytherin's ass, and I would very much like to eat something before I have to face looking at Marcus Flint."
"That's a bad idea."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because the second you see him, you're stomach full of food, you'll puke. I mean, is there any other face that deranged?"
"Good point."
"Thanks. I'm not completely useless, you know."
"Sure, Fred, whatever you say."
"Did I just notice sarcasm?"
"Definitely."
"I'm deeply offended."
"Good."
"What's the matter with you?"
"I dunno." George muttered and bit into his toast.
"Does it have something to do with-"
"Fred, if you want to live to see your grand children, shut up."
"Someone's in a good mood today." Said a voice behind them.
Angelina sat down next to Fred and kissed him.
"Ugh!" George said.
"Don't be so childish." Angelina said rolling her eyes.
"It has nothing to do with being childish." Someone said, just as George opened his mouth to say the exact same thing.
"It's just plain disgusting."
Alicia joined them, looking radiant.
"You look like you're in a good mood, Alicia." Fred said.
"I am. Slytherin's going to suffer today. I think that is a cause for happiness. Wouldn't you agree, George?"
"Huh?" George asked dumbfounded.
He had just realized, that looking at Alicia and listening to her at the same time was impossible.
Fred sniggered and George snapped out of his trance.
"Slytherins…bad people…yeah." He mumbled.
Fred snorted and Angelina laughed out loud.
"Yeah…they are, aren't they?" Alicia said, smiling.
"People!"
They turned around to see Oliver Wood running towards them, his face flushed.
"What is it?" Alicia said, frowning.
"Bad news." Oliver said, gasping.
"Bad news as in a Gryffindor banner is missing or bad news as in … bad news?" George asked.
"Bad news." Oliver said.
"Okay, hit us." Fred said.
"One of the Slytherin beaters grew boils, so he won't be able to play."
"Boils? That's why he can't play? That's ridiculous!" Angelina exclaimed.
"Well, let's just say he can under no circumstance sit on a broom." Oliver said.
"That's all very entertaining." Alicia said, glaring at the twins, who were sniggering into their breakfast.
"But how is that bad news?"
"Well, the Slytherin team doesn't want to go with just one beater."
"Please don't tell me, they're rescheduling the game!" George yelled.
"Worse. They're replacing the beater with Marcus Flint."
"Huh?" Angelina said confused.
"But he's their keeper."
"I know, that." Oliver said through gritted teeth.
"Celeste Zabini is going to replace him as keeper."
George choked on his food.
"What?" he said incredulously.
"I didn't even know she played." Fred said surprised.
"Yeah, well she does. And she's one of the best I've seen on their team so far."
"Shit." The twins muttered simultaneously.
"You could say that." Oliver agreed and sighed.
"But the fact, that Marcus Flint is going to play beater is worse, in my opinion. He's going to literally shoot you off your brooms." He said to Angelina and Alicia.
"So what?" Angelina said, coolly.
"We can handle the troll."
"I'm sure you can. But still…" Oliver broke off.
"Oliver." Alicia said coldly, glaring at him.
"If that sentence continues with the words "but you're girls", I will castrate you.
We can handle Flint. I'd be surprised, if he even knew how to hold the bat."
"Right." Oliver said.
"I'll see you guys on the field in ten." And he was off.
"Celeste Zabini? That's a surprise." George said.
"Definitely." Fred said, nodding.
"Oh, please." Alicia snorted and rolled her eyes.
"What?" the twins asked in unison.
"It's not like she's that fantastic."
Fred and George looked at each other. Then at Alicia.
"She is." They said.
Alicia's lips went thin and she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Right." She hissed, narrowing her eyes.
"What?" George asked alarmed.
"Nothing." Alicia said coolly and focused on her meal.
"You're not … jealous, are you?" George asked carefully.
"Puh-lease!" she snorted, but her cheeks turned slightly pink.
"You are!" George exclaimed, grinning.
"No, I'm not!" Alicia hissed, her eyes flashing.
"Don't even try to deny it." He said, still grinning.
"Like you don't ever get jealous!"
"Not really." He lied.
"Oh really?" Alicia asked, lifting an eyebrow, a slight smile on her face.
"Really, really."
"I'd really like to prove otherwise, but we don't have any time. Let's go." Alicia said and got up.
"Good idea." Angelina agreed and they made their way through the crowd towards the grounds.
Sooooooo sorry, that it took me so long and that it's very short and not very good, but school is killing me right now…
The next chapter will be the last one and hopefully I'll have it up this weekend.
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