Chapter 3-
As more werewolves burst out of the trees, Fred began to panic.
"Fend them off!" I shouted to him.
"Yea." He replied. "How?" The essence of dittany came so fast it almost hit me in the face.
"This is going to hurt. A lot." I said to George. I could tell he was trying not to scream as I poured the substance over his wounds. "Told you so." He grimaced and nodded. As soon as he had healed, I grabbed Fred's arm and apparated back to Hogsmead with my other arm around George's shoulders.
"You almost got us killed!" I shouted at Fred. "What were you thinking?"
"I don't know." He said. I sighed.
"You're both okay?" I asked.
"Yes." They said.
"Okay, well, I'm going back to the common room." I said. "I have stuff I need to do. And at midnight some of the teachers are hosting an invitation only haunted house event thing. Oh, yeah, did you guys get invited?" I asked.
"Yes." Said George. "And so did Fred."
"Cool." I said. "I'll probably see you there. I don't quite know if I'm going yet, though." George smiled, and we hugged good-bye.
When I got back to my bed, it looked as though the presents had doubled.
"You got more." Said Hermione. "I opened some more, but I figured you might want to be here for the rest."
"Thanks, Hermione. Hey, do you want to go to a Halloween party tonight?" Her face lit up. "Check my top drawer. There should be an invitation to one in it. You can have it. I don't really want to go out again tonight."
"Thank you so much!" She exclaimed. I laughed.
"You're welcome." I smiled. Now, to open the rest of my presents…
I woke up the next morning to rain. I smiled, and stretched out into my bed. It was Saturday, and I didn't have classes until 10:30, which was Art, so no big deal. I looked at my watch. It was 8 in the morning, and breakfast was at 9 today.
"Selene!" A boy's voice shouted up the stairs.
"What?" I shouted back. I couldn't figure out who it was.
"Come on! We have to get photos!" The said.
"Oh my gosh, yes! I forgot! I'll be down soon." I answered. It was Lee Jordan.
"Okay." His voice drifted back up.
Quidditch season had just started a few weeks ago, and we needed interviews from the teams and a few select players. The article would be featuring Fred and George, Oliver Wood, and the ever-popular Harry Potter. As soon as I stepped off the stairs Lee grabbed my hand and dragged me through the corridors.
"Took you long enough." he said. "We're going to be late for the interviews. And we're the interviewers!"
"I'm sorry!" I replied. "I was up late last night."
"Doing what?" he asked. The look in his eyes said he new something. "Were you with your new boyfriend?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked. His face registered shock, confusion, understanding, and then nonchalant.
"Nothing." He answered. "It was nothing."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Oh, tell her already." Said a man in one of the painting.
"Tell me what?" I asked.
"The boys. They're in love with you." Responded the painting.
"Which boys." I said.
"The fiery-headed twins. The ones you went on that little adventure with last night."