Chapter 10. Double figures :)

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Ok, so I'm not really happy with this chapter. And, to be honest, I don't think i ever will be. This is the version i like best (i had about five different versions), so I hope its not too bad...

Chapter 10: Awkward Much?

The next few weeks were probably the most awkward of Mia's life. The morning after she'd ran away from George she didn't look or speak to the twins at all. She went down to the Great Hall with the three Chasers and begged them to sit at the furthest seats possible away from Fred and George. This continued for about five days, and the closest she got to the twins was when she stood next to someone who was standing next to them whilst waiting to go into a lesson. Over those five days, George repeatedly tried to catch her eye, but, of course, failed.

One morning, after the five days, Mia wordlessly sat down next to Fred at breakfast, muttering a single word, which was "yeah" to answer Fred's question "you ok?"

She still spent a lot of time with Angelina, Alicia and Katie, but for three days, she was with Fred and George at all meals, and during free periods.

Day number nine was the first day Mia spent entirely with Fred and George. They went down to the kitchens, nearly drowned a Slytherin, and got detention. But still Mia and George were quieter then usual.

So now we come to day number fifteen. Mia, Fred and George were sitting in the common room. People were scattered around the room: Hermione was sitting by the fire, nose in a book and scribbling things down on a piece of parchment every now and then. Harry was sitting opposite, obviously only pretending to do his homework. Ron was sitting on the other side of the room with Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, shooting glares at Harry every now and then. Mia watched as Hermione sighed, slammed her book shut, stood up and walked over to Ron, talking to him in a hushed voice. There was a bunch of seventh years organising all of their notes from first year up, obviously to start revising for their N.E.W.T.s. Some fifth year girls were giggling, but stopped as a boy walked past, then giggled even louder. Ginny was with another third year girl, tossing her wand from hand to hand as they talked.

"When's the next Hogsmeade weekend?" Fred asked suddenly.

"This Saturday," Mia replied, scratching a star into the front of her Charms book with her quill.

"Which is…?"

"Well, today is Wednesday, so be a big boy and figure it out," she replied, glancing briefly at Fred. George sniggered and Mia caught his eye, but looked away quickly. Fifteen days and the awkwardness between them still hadn't left. She went back to engraving shapes in her book.

Fred looked between the two several times, annoyed. They really needed to get over it.

So he came up with a plan, completely ignoring the fact that his plans usually resulted in some kind of trouble.

Fred cast one final glance at the other two before saying, "did you guys do your Charms homework?"

Of course, Fred hadn't actually done the homework, but for the sake of this plan, he pretended he had.

"Yep," Mia replied, drawing the leg of a stickman onto the Charms book.

"… We had Charms homework?" George asked.

"Mmhmm. A page on how turning vinegar into wine can be effective," Mia said, looking up briefly.

"How can turning vinegar into wine be effective? It's completely pointless!" Mia rolled her eyes and flipped open her Charms book, took a piece of parchment out from the middle pages and slid it over the table to George. He read through it and started copying it down.

"Right. Well, I'm tired. G'night," Fred stood up, gave a dramatic, over the top stretch and headed to the boys dormitory. He's up to something… Mia thought, but shrugged.

"Oh! Hermione?" Mia said, catching her wrist as she walked back past. Hermione looked down at her raised her eyebrows. "You got any spare parchment I can use?"

"Yeah, sure. Accio parchment," a slip flew towards them and Hermione handed it to Mia.

"Ta," she said. Hermione smiled slightly and went back to where Harry was, collected her stuff and headed up to her dormitory. Mia started scribbling on the parchment.

"What you doing?" George asked, still copying down her Charms homework.

"Writing a letter," she replied.

"Who to?"

"Mum and Dad." She scribbled out Dad witch she had accidentally spelled Dod.

Dear Mum and Dad,

How's life? Did you ever end up getting that new TV? If not, why? If yes… yay! Anyways… I guess I'm fine. Homework's being loaded on us, but I'm keeping on top of it.

She paused, and then decided that doing homework at breakfast the morning before it was due in counted as 'keeping on top of it'.

The first task of the competition thingy is in a week, two days after my birthday… I guess I'll write to you and tell you about it. And tell Jess I said hi and I'm fine. Love you, Mia xx

When she looked up, George had abandoned copying down the homework and was watching her.

"…What?" she asked.

"Nothing!" he copied down the last few words and dropped his quill on the table. She quickly read over her letter for any major mistakes, and looked back up. George was looking at her again.

"What?"

"Um… yeah, nothing," he replied. Mia licked her lips and looked around the room.

Across the room, Dean and Seamus stood up and went to bed. Ron came over and slumped on the sofa next to George, glowering at Harry, who was still looking blankly at an empty bit of parchment.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Mia asked, digging lines into her Charms book again.

"Same thing that's been wrong for a month!" he said. Harry looked up briefly.

"Actually, its only been fifteen days," George stated.

"Whatever," Ron replied, crossing his arms sulkily. Mia rolled her eyes and put her feet on the table in front of her.

"C'mon, Ron. He's your best mate! What you gunna do, hate him for the rest of your life?" she asked.

"I will if he doesn't apologise!" he practically exploded. On the other side of the room, Harry quietly stood up and left. Mia sighed.

"You two have been through a lot together-" George started.

"You're starting to sound like some marriage counsellor," Mia muttered. George snorted, but continued.

"No, but really," he said, "You helped him find that stone thing in your first year. You helped him get past that big snake that petrified a lot of people-"

Mia winced slightly at the memory. She'd been one of the petrified victims. She'd been walking back from the library and it was dark outside. She'd dropped her books, and after she'd picked them up, she'd glanced into a window. She'd caught sight of a large, yellow eye and…

The next thing she remembered was waking up in the Hospital Wing, with Hermione and Madame Pomfrey looking over her anxiously.

George carried on, "-and in your third you helped him catch Sirius Black!"

"Exactly," Ron said, "I helped him. I never am the one to do it!"

"What 'bout last year? When Sirius Black attacked you?" Mia offered.

"He wasn't attacking me! He was trying to attack Sca- Harry!" he exclaimed. Mia opened her mouth, but Ron had stormed off. Mia shrugged and drew a spiral in her book.

"How do I sound like a marriage councillor?" George asked suddenly.

"You don't."

"Huh?"

"Now you sound like some whiney teenage girl," she replied, smirking.

"Like you?" he lifted his feet up onto the table next to her's.

"I am not a whiney teenage girl!" she cried, indignantly.

"See! There you go again! Whine, whine, whine! Blah, blah, blah!" George laughed, and ducked as she threw a cushion at him. "hey!"

"Oh, you deserved it!" she laughed as well, and screeched as he chucked the cushion back at her. It flew over her head and landed on the floor behind her chair.

"Fa-il!" she leaned forward.

"Just 'cause my amazing Beater skills allow me to throw further then you!"

"Beater skills haven't got anything to do with throwing! That's why you have a bat!" she scoffed.

"I still have to propel objects in a direction!"

"You don't even know what propel means!"

"I just used it, didn't I?" Mia rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, I'm tired. Night George,"

"Night."

From her chair, Ginny held up two thumbs and smiled, then went back to talking with her friend. On the staircase, Fred grinned and rushed upstairs to bed. His plan had worked perfectly. For once.

Well, hope that wasn't too bad! To be honest, it could've been better, but I did have several other versions (like I said) and they were A LOT worse.

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