Chapter Seven
Pants
This might have been one of the most embarrasing things ever forgot.
When we were kids, he would take his pants off and tie them around his head, then run around screaming about how his clothes were trying to eat his head.
He always got in trouble for that.
But Mum believed he would grow out of that... and, technically, he did. Stop screaming and running around with pants on his head.
I was completely shocked by him in our fifth year.
One Saturday, I had gone down with Alicia and Angelina to meet Lee at breakfast, leaving Fred still asleep in the dormitory.
Giggles broke out as soon as he walked into the Great Hall to ind us.
Fred had fogotten his pants.
A/N: Thanks xteamxjacobxbabyx (go werewolves!), and NotADreamYetNotANightMare for Story Alerting this.
As well as Silvertouge's Daughter (thanks again for the Pygmy Puff idea!) and NotADreamYetNotANightMare (thanks for loving it!).