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Chapter Twenty Four - How to Trick Your Overprotective Sister Into Thinking You're Dying
"Hey Luce," I said, as Fred, James and I sat down around her one evening shortly after returning to the dreaded place of learning (aka: school).
"What are you doing?" James asked, looking over her shoulder.
"I am painting," Lucy explained.
"It's very good," Fred complimented.
"Thank you," Lucy said. "Now stop distracting me."
Aaaah the lovely Weasley bluntness gene. It gets us in trouble with teachers...
Fred and James were still looking at the table, but their eyes had drifted away from Lucy's painting, and settled on a tub of red paint... Uh oh...
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Freddy?"
"I think I am Jamesy."
They looked hopefully at me.
"Eh. Why not."
"Yesss! You rock Dommy!"
"Don't call me Dommy," I growled. They paid me no attention. As per usual.
"Hey Luce," Fred said. "Can we borrow the red?"
"Yeah, sure," Lucy said. "Whatever."
She elbowed it over to us, and we sprinted off.
"Okay," James said. "Who do we trick first?"
"Rose," Fred said, instantly. "She'll faint."
"Nice one," James cackled. He sprayed me with red paint.
"Oi!"
"It'll come out," he said, dismissively. "Act dead."
"Maybe this wasn't such a..."
"ACT DEAD DOMINIQUE!"
"I AM NOT PRETENDING TO BE DEAD JAMES!"
"Urgh," James said. "Fine. Act hurt."
"Oh the pain!" I deadpanned.
He glared at me.
We heard footsteps, and Victoire pattered down the stairs.
"Victoire!" James yelled. "It's Dom!"
"What's Dom?" Victoire said, stopping immediately, and turning round, her blue eyes worried.
"She's... Er..." James swallowed.
"Hurt," said Fred, who was apparently less afraid of my sister's Wrath (yes, it deserves to be capitalised) than James.
"Dominique is hurt?" Victoire cried. "Where?"
I waved feebly at her.
"What happened, Cherie? Are you alright? YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO HER?" Victoire turned with blazing eyes onto my cousins who squeaked in fear. "Let's get you to the hospital wing. Where does it hurt?"
"It doesn't," I said. "It's –"
She had already lifted one of her hands, red with my 'blood' to her nose.
"This," she said, quietly. "Is paint."
"Heh... Whaddya know? She bleeds paint. RUN!" James yelled, pulling me after him.
"I HAVE TO GO FEED MY OWL!" I shrieked.
"WE HAVE TO HELP HER!" Fred agreed, and we all veered away from Victoire and ran, past Roxi who said -
"Hi guys," and then Scorpius, who said -
"Huh?" and then Rose who said –
"AAAH!" and fainted, and then Kayla who said -
"Hi James," and made me and Fred go;
"WE'RE YOUR FRIENDS TOO! TRAITOROUS WOODMOUSE!" Okay, to be fair, only Fred said that last bit. I'm the normal one... Kinda.
Anyway, we got to the Owlery in one piece (except James lost a sock. Don't ask me how he lost a sock without losing a shoe, I have no idea.) Gorilla was apparently asleep by the door, but when I went over with a bowl of owl nuts, he opened one eye, and peeped happily at me.
"Aha, Ms Weasley. We have been expecting you," Fred said, in a growly voice. We all (as in, James, Gorilla and I (isn't my grammar good?)) looked at him, and backed away.
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