I stepped into a room that looked like a cozy living room. Carpets everywhere, a big fireplace, some small bookshelves, and big windows with window seats, big fluffy sofas and chairs. It was fantastic! I made my way over to the bookshelves; it had a bunch of wizarding books, but none of the muggle books that I love.
"So what do you think?" A voice said from behind me, George, I decided. One of the only ways I can tell them apart is by their voices. I turned around and smiled at him, "I think it's amazing. It's so warm." I plopped down in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth on my back. George sat down next to me.
"So, what do you do all winter, in Minnesota?" he asked me. He probably shouldn't have asked me that. "I read, probably too much for my own good. I love books. I can go anywhere I want, whenever I want, with out having to apperate. I can be anything, and anyone I want. It's one of the best feelings in the world, besides flying."
He smiled at me. "I'm probably boring you, I'll just go then," I said, blushing slightly. "No!" He said, grabbing my hand before I could leave. "I'm not done talking to you yet." He pulled me down, and put his arm around me. I was surprised at how comfortable it was, sitting with his arm around me by the fire. "Tell me about your family" He said, I smiled and snuggled closer to him. "My dad is a Muggle born wizard, his parents both run karate schools. My mom's a muggle; her dad is a horse trainer. I have a two-year-old baby sister, and an eleven-year-old brother. We have the best Christmases ever; we go up to our cabin. I can't remember a Christmas in my life that wasn't spent up at the cabin. My grandpa and I will play the guitar, and we'll all sing Christmas carols. Me, my grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, sister, brother, my other grandma, and my other grandpa, and my uncle, and my aunt and her boyfriend all come up North."
"What about yours?" I ask. I want to know about him now. He smiled down at me, "Well there's Ginny my little sister, Ron, me and Fred, Percy, Bill, and Charlie, then there's mum and dad. But for Christmas Hermione and Harry usually come over too. We have lots of aunts and uncles and cousins, oh yeah. The Weasley's are known for having one of the biggest families in the wizarding world."
He laughed a little, "That seems a little hectic. Your poor mother, she must need a break" He laughed even more, and I joined in. " and I thought my family was big" I shook my head slightly. I could never imagine having that many siblings.
"So, do you want to play the question game?" I asked him, he looked down at me, obviously confused. "What's that?" I smiled "I ask a question, then you, but I have to answer too. Then you ask a question." He chuckled "sounds fun," I laughed. "Okay. What's your favorite color?" I asked him, he rolled his eyes at my simple question "Green, how about yours?" "Blue, Okay your turn"
"What's your favorite candy?" I gave a huge smile " I love anything chocolate." He laughed, "good to know, I love liquorish wands." we smiled at each other. And I let my eyes drift shut.
-George
She hadn't said a word in a long time, in fact, she hadn't moved in a long time. Not that I minded. It felt right, having her tucked under my arm like this. She seems absolutely perfect. When she sat down across from me, I couldn't help but stare at her. She's breathtakingly beautiful. And I know that Fred felt the same way about her friend, what was her name again? Hannah? Haley? Holly, that's it. And both their nicknames, Cat and Smurf, where on earth did those come from?
Well, it's obvious to see where Dylan gets hers. She's so small I thought she was going to be with the first years. I'm pretty sure there are some first years taller than her. But the way she punched Malfoy? That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. I was about to knock that slimy git into next week for talking to them like that, but she handled it so well. She's brave, easy to see why she's in Gryffindor.
I picked her up and brought her over to the couch. I didn't want to let her go, but I did, covering her with a blanket in case she got cold. Then I ran upstairs to my dormitory, Lee was asleep, but Fred was waiting for me. "Where the hell have you been mate?" he stood up. "I was downstairs by the fire with Dylan, she fell asleep." Fred went from frowning, to grinning mischievously, "Ah, you got it bad mate." I laughed "Well, your damn right about that." we both laughed at how easily I admitted that laughed.
"So what do you think about her friend?" He smiled, huge. "She's not too bad" I laughed pretty hard. "Okay mate, what ever you say." he glared at me "So when are you going to tell 'Smurf' about your little crush?". That sobered me up. "I'm not going to. I'm just her friend." He laughed, "I'm no girl, but I could see the way she was looking at you mate. The girl was practically drooling at your feet!"
Now that was defiantly not true. She had been calm and collected (save the row she had with Malfoy) the whole tour. "Bugger off Fred. I'm gonna get some shuteye" He rolled his eyes. I closed my eyes and dreamt of a girl, with green eyes and red-brown hair.