********** George
I felt like punching Fred on our first morning at breakfast. We had both noticed that Alicia was sitting unusually close to me at breakfast, but Fred had this twisted idea that me and Alicia, who has been my best friend since our first train journey to Hogwarts, should get together and that I very definitely fancied her.
Even if he was right on the latter part and I had told him so, it wasn't going to happen. As I said, me and Alicia are best friends. He kept winking at me and smirking over breakfast and it was getting really annoying because we were just going to be friends and I really didn't want anyone to notice what Fred was thinking or it would just end up awkward.
You may not think either of us have any subtlety but somehow no one else noticed mine and Fred's silent argument over breakfast. It's probably just our twin senses like that but it feels like what's obvious to us is obvious to everyone, so it gets really annoying. Anyway, at the end of breakfast everyone went to lessons, but Fred and I were on one of our unscheduled free periods so we went up to the common room to work on new pranks and product ideas.
Another thing you wouldn't associate with us is organisation but honestly, when it comes to our joke shop or our best prank ideas, we won't let anything be forgotten. We even have little notebooks (which we keep hidden to prevent thievery and embarrassment) to write it all down in.
"Come on Fred. Snape will have our guts if we're late to the first potions lesson of the year." Fred grumblingly agreed and we put our stuff away and headed downstairs.
********** Alicia
Already we had a pile of homework, not that I can say I'm hugely surprised since we had Snape and double potions, but still.
Everyone in Gryffindor is always strangely possessive of their seats. It doesn't happen in any of the other houses (not that I've ever had any reason, especially not a boyfriend, to be in the other houses) and I don't know what it is but early in the year a group of friends will establish their seats and only they can sit there.
The sofa is pretty much communal but every chair is assigned to someone. For the past few years the six of us have had the best seats in the common room, the six big comfy armchairs by the fire, and we refused to let them go this year.
Sometimes competition for seats can get quite fierce, but when you have the Weasley twins fighting for you competition just decides it's better to walk away, no one really wants to become a giant canary or, even worse, one of this year's new experimental specialities which might just turn you into a giant rodent or something then leave you stuck like that. No one messes with Fred and George.
So we would spend break, lunch and after lessons every day for the first week or so kicking people out of our seats so that everyone knew they were reserved. When the guys aren't with us and people just see three girls, one very small (me), one very skinny (Katie), telling them to leave they often come pretty damn close to laughing at us. Until they remember that we train under the infamously insane Oliver Wood on the quidditch team and we are pretty damn strong thank you very much.
So on Wednesday we were all wishing for the first week to be over so that people would leave our chairs alone, for the third time that day the three of us had forcibly removed people from our seats and had large piles of homework to attend to. But frankly screw the homework right now. Double ancient runes had left us tired and we'd be damned if we weren't going to relax.
Katie flopped onto the first chair and Angie onto the one next to her. I couldn't be bothered to walk to the third chair along and Katie was too bony to be particularly comfy so I flopped down on top of Angelina. She didn't even protest, just put an arm around me and shut her eyes. I'm quite small and skinny so I'm very light, and we'd all kind of gotten used to sitting all over each other in our five years of being best friends.
We'd even gotten used to sitting all over the guys, including Oliver as we sometimes had whole quidditch team pile ups when we stepped into the changing rooms, either because I'd gone first and tripped or because we were all just too damn tired to go any further without a rest.
"Hello ladies!"
"Hey Fred." We muttered, not opening our eyes.
"Don't you girls have some homework to be doing?" Enquired George taking a seat. I gave him the finger, still with my eyes shut causing him and the other two to laugh. "You know Alicia, I don't think I will ever tire of your witty comebacks!" He grinned (I don't need my eyes open to know that he was grinning).
Everyone laughed at this as I am not famed for my verbal retorts. I have been known to kick guys in the balls when they piss me off but I'm just not that great at comebacks. As a punishment I got up off Angelina and sat on him instead.
He just sighed and put his arm around me like Angelina had. In our group sitting on each other was just a regular occurrence, just not a breakfast, that was still weird. After a few minutes of sitting there relaxing and chatting idly I decided that I probably should do my homework.
"As rare as it is and as loathed as I am to say it, George was right, we should do homework." Everyone stared at me, Angelina even opened her eyes to stare at me.
"Are you okay Lis, it's just, you never do that!" She said in a worried voice. There was no need to ask what "that" was, I had just said that George was right, I never said that, even if they had proved it I would be childish like that. I just rolled my eyes, "Ha ha ha, come on lets go do homework you lazy bastards." I summoned my books over to me (there's only so much effort you can make not to be lazy) and set to work on my runes.
"Are you going to let me up Alicia?" asked George from where I was still sitting on him. I just turned my head to face him and smirked, sticking out my tongue.
"I should've known." He said, shaking his head and summoning his own homework which he proceeded to write in very large letters to fill the allotted ten inches with as few words as possible.
Fred, from his own chair which he had to himself, unlike his brother, was employing the same tactic only writing even bigger than George if that was possible. He seemed completely unconcerned that McGonagall would just look at it and hand it back to him and tell him to do it again, just whistling cheerily to himself. Until Angie threw a pillow at him. "Shut up! It's wrong to be so goddamn cheerful when there is homework to be done!" Fred just smiled at her,
"Ah but Angelina, where would you all be if I didn't have such a cheery disposition?"
"A lot further on with my homework." She muttered angrily.
"Ah but Angelina, you would be a lot less cheerful!" He beamed at her, causing another pillow to hit him in the face.
"Shut up Fred!" He gave her a very evil grin, then got up, walked over to her, and sat on her. "Ah, shit Fred, what the bloody hell are you doing? You weigh a fucking ton, you know that?" She squealed, trying to force Fred off her, and much to everyone's amusement, failing miserably.
"Oh come on Angie, you know you love me!" he wheedled, leaning back against her shoulder.
"Bloody hell!" She moaned, slapping a hand over her eyes in despair. She fooled no one though; everyone could see the beginnings of a smile twitching around her lips.
"See!" cried Fred happily, "You do love me Angelina darling!" She just groaned again and smiled resignedly.
"Fine then Fred, but I'll be damned if I know why."
Since I had been forced to spend my breakfast sitting on George every morning for the past week I had a little chat with Katie and threatened and blackmailed her about telling Lee so she'd stop humiliating me and have a go at Angelina, who was obviously the driving force of the idea. I hadn't really come up with any ideas yet when a great situation suddenly presented itself.
We sat down for dinner; I made sure that I was not next to George as every morning he looks at me even more suspiciously and weirdly. "Hello ladies!" for some reason Fred almost always says that. George then said something which I assume was "starving" as he had half a bread roll in his mouth at the time.
I swear those boys are always hungry. I levitated the jug of water over to me to save someone having to pass it, but I got a bit distracted halfway through and it dropped, not onto the table but onto Angelina. "Ah shit, Lis, what the hell!" she screamed, jumping up as the cold water hit her.
Trying not to giggle too hard I apologised. "Argh, I've got to get changed now!" she yelled at me. People always forget that they're magic at the most inconvenient times.
She was just about to leave when Katie grabbed her wrist, "You can't Angie, if you go now you'll miss dinner entirely, there's not long left!" Angelina looked down at herself, her sopping wet and usually loose robes clung to her body, showing off every inch of her and revealing all the amazing curves that she almost never let people see. Her dark skin turned scarlet with embarrassment as she sat back down.
I know I should have been a good friend and let her sit between me and Katie and told her the spell to dry off her robes, but somehow after sitting on George's knee for a week I decided that this was too good an opportunity to miss. I tried to conceal my smile as I moved away from Fred so Angie had to sit next to him, then moved closer and closer to her so that her wet and very curvy body was pressed right up against him and she could do nothing about it. She knew exactly what I was doing but was powerless to stop it and had to simply lean on Fred's shoulder (she didn't have enough space to do anything else) and silently seethe, glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill.
"What the hell was that for Alicia you twat!" Angelina screamed at me after dinner. I don't think it helped that neither Katie nor me could hold in our laughter any longer. "Seriously, that was so humiliating! I could kill you, you little bastard and you'd deserve it!" she shrieked over our giggles. I was not going to let her go on for much longer, "Excuse me Angie, want to talk humiliating? How about sitting in George's lap, every morning for a week!" at least she had the decency to blush.
"Call it even?" she said. I smiled and nodded. I could see she was still angry but she knew I was right there. Fortunately for me and Angie, Katie was the first to fall asleep that night. I saw the glint in Angelina's eye as Katie fell asleep. "Her turn next?" I asked. Angelina shot me an evil grin that could rival Fred's as we prepared for fun.