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PART 14-HANGIN' ON

Brooke had kept herself pretty covert all day; she was in and out of class first and never lingered in the hallways. This kept her from running into Fred and George before she had time to think. As she sat in History of Magic a paper flew over to her desk. She opened it and saw dancing words written across it.

I'm not giving up on you.

G

Brooke looked down various times at the dancing letters reading them over so many times they began to blend together. After everything she'd done she never thought the twins would still want to fight for her. G had to be for George, Brooke was pretty sure she didn't have any other secret admirers and she really didn't need any. She folded the letter up and slipped it into her bag, it had been rather sweet of George to make it for her. Once her classes had ended for the day Brooke packed up her things and headed for the common room.

On her way there she noticed there was a portrait following her. Not the portrait itself but the person who was in another portrait kept jumping from portrait to portrait following her. It was a he and he was dressed in what looked like a farmer's outfit, when Brooke couldn't take it anymore she stopped.

"Why are you following me?" Brooke asked. The man stopped in the portrait of a young boy flying a kite.

"I'm supposed to deliver a message to some Gryffindor girl, I was going to sneak in when you opened the portrait hole," the man answered.

"Why are you telling me, shouldn't you lie or something?"

"I figured you could tell this girl for me."

"Fine, what's her name?"

"Brooke Cole."

"That's me," Brooke said surprised.

"Great, makes my job easier," the man said. "Fred Weasley would like it very much if you would meet him in the courtyard before dinner."

"Why did he send you?"

"He opens doors for me, I owed him."

"Sounds like Fred, thank you for giving me the message."

Brooke waved at the man and he jumped through the portraits until he was gone. She turned around and walked back down the hallway until she reached the portrait hole. After telling the Fat Lady the password Brooke walked inside and up to her dorm, all the way there she contemplated whether to meet Fred or not. She threw her bag on her bed and sat down herself; she pulled the letter from George out and read over it again. There wasn't much too it, only six words but it made her feel wanted every time she read it. She never heard the person walk into the dormitory as she looked down at the dancing words.

"Could you not stand to see them with anyone else, Brooke?" a voice asked. Brooke looked up to meet Angelina's eyes.

"What?" Brooke asked.

"Were you jealous that they wanted to be with someone else and not spend all their time with you?"

"Ang, I don't understand what you're talking about," Brooke said, she folded up the letter and slipped it into the bag.

"The whole house knows about what's going on with you, Fred, and George. They made it clear enough with the argument they had last night," Angelina said, her eyes were teary but she was clearly angry.

"You don't understand anything, Ang, if you heard their fight then you know it's not all my fault."

"You didn't have to snog them both."

Brooke went a bright shade of pink; she couldn't believe the twins would have argued about that in front of the whole house.

"Didn't think I'd find out about that, huh?" Angelina asked, wiping at a tear angrily. "Well, I did, Brooke, and I can't believe you would do this to me, I thought we were friends."

"We are friends, Ang!" Brooke cried.

"You have a funny way of showing it!" Angelina yelled. "I don't want you to speak to me; don't try to make up for what you did because as of right now we are no longer friends."

Angelina spun on her heels and stomped out of the girl's dormitory, Brooke felt herself beginning to sob and forcefully pulled the curtains around her bed. She threw herself under the covers and pushed her face into the pillow. The day had started out so well, she thought she could fix everything by ignoring it. Instead she had made everything worst, Fred and George didn't deserve what she was doing to them. She wasn't good enough for either of them, not after what she did. A sob escaped Brooke's mouth and she pushed her head farther into the pillow.

She wasn't going to meet Fred in the courtyard, he deserved better than her and so did George. Last night she had decided to choose one of them and now she decided to choose neither of them. Everything would be easier that way.
Angelina could have Fred and George could find some girl that was much better than Brooke. She continued crying well into the night and only stopped when the other girls came in to go to bed. Brooke closed her sore eyes and tried to force herself to go to sleep, but the girl's whispers stopped that. She breathed in and out slowly so it wouldn't block out their whispers.

"What do you want to do, Ang?" that voice sounded like Katie's.

"I don't want to do anything cruel," Angelina's voice said." After all Brooke was a good friend for a long time."

"Okay, then what is it you want to do?"

"I don't want any of the girls in Gryffindor to talk to her, the boys too but I doubt they'll be as easily persuaded as the girls."

"Done deal for the girls, I'll see what I can do about the boys."

"Hopefully this will make her understand that what she did was wrong; she hurt a lot of people."

"Including me," another voice said, one Brooke didn't recognize.

"Licia, has anyone seen Brooke?" Angelina asked.

"No, she must be hiding out somewhere," the voice now fit Alicia Spinnet. "I still don't think that's a fitting punishment, Angie."

"It will do for now, come on let's get to bed."

Brooke heard the girls all move around, pulling at covers and curtains and soon everyone had settled in. Now that Brooke had overheard the girl's conversation she felt even worse than before. She really wasn't looking forward to the silent treatment from the entire house. Sighing Brooke rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, she had the feeling she wouldn't be getting much sleep.