Wow, an other chapter. Probally get one more today. Already having 3 chapters? Ohmigawd.

30th of October, 1990.

Hippogriffs and closets.

"George, I'm blaming you for this."

"What? Why ME?" He asked, his voice going an octave higher.

"You were the last to come in." I replied.

"So it's my fault?"

"Yes.- Fred, what the hell?"

He was leaning up against me, thus, I was being squished by him and the wall.

"I'm not doing anything."

George caught on, so he leaned up against me aswell. Now I was stuck in corner.

"Can you two bastards get off me?" I growled.

"What's the magic word?" They asked in unison.

"Voldemort?"

The second I said that, they jumped off. I don't see why they're scared of it.

"Hey, Etta. Did you by chance, bring your wand, I left it in the dorm.."

"I almost brought it. But you guys rushed me along so I couldn't grab it." I hissed.

"George."

"No..."

"Fuck." I yelled.

"We're screwed!" George added to that.

"I second all of that!"

George keeps telling me to ask Vall to go to Hogsmeed with me, but I keep chickening out.

~#*#*#~

They've been arguing for the past who knows how long. When ever this happens, it can go from kinds of fish, to how long Snapes nose is.

I started to hum, 'Can you dance like a hippogriff' by the Weird Sisters, of course. {A/N Look, it's possible, nobody knows when the song came out.}

"Whatcha humming Freddie boy?" George asked.

"Can you dance like a hippogriff."

They were singing at the top of their lungs. Yes, the very freaking top.

It just so happened, that singing helped them get out. Oh you ask why? Well dear child, it just so Happened that Professor McGonagal was passing by. If your a teacher and you hear someone{s} singing,a t the top of their lungs, you investigate.

"CAN YOU DANCE LIKE A HIPPOGRIFF? NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA FLYIN' OFF FROM A CLIFF NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA SWOOPIN' DOWN, TO THE GROUND
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA WHEEL AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA"

She followed the noise, and noticed, it seamed to be coming out of a broom closet. Minerva tried to open the door, but it was locked. With the flick of her wand she unlocked the door. It swung open, and two red heads, and blonde fell out.

There was a chorus of 'Ouch!' coming from the trio.

"What in the name of Merlin's beard is going on?" The professor schreached.

"Well you see, we were hiding from Filtch!" The pale blonde girl explained.

"And somehow the door locked!" The older of the twins explained.

All McGonagall did to reply was shake her head and walk away.

"Um, Etta can I talk to you?"

"You already are." She scoffed, wail dusting off her dress.

"Just come down the hall."

Amazingly enough, Vallie listened. We walked down the hall, when we came to a moving staircase, we stopped.

"Yeah? What is it?

My face went hot, and my stomic was doing flip flops.

"N- Never mind Valleretta.." I glanced at her and ran off.

"Well?" George asked.

"I- I didn't ask her.."

"WHAT? WHY?"

" I don't- Why would she say yes.."

"YOU! IDIOT!"

Etta walked by, glanced at us and walked in the direction of the Slythterin wing, as we call it.

"She would say yes! You are so blind!" George said. He inherited mum's temperature. But it isn't as bad. "Do you even notice that in every class all of us are in, she give's you, 'the look.'"

"The look?" I asked, sounding very stupid.

"You bloody idiot! She get's that dreamy look, normally sighs."

It hit me right in the face.

"Are you saying, that she likes me?"

"Yes! She told me in our first year!"

"F- First year?"

"Yes! I wanted to tell her that you liked her since you were 8, but I went against it."