After a few drinks in the pub, we all decided it was probably best to move on to the next venue.
Nothing really interesting happened at the pub. I got a lot of stares from desperate men, but luckily none of them acted on anything as they assumed I was with Fred or Lee, as I was spending all my time with them.
Things did not improve between Ellen and George. They tried hard to talk and see if they had anything in common. They didn't, so the few conversations they were able to start fell flat almost instantly.
Ellen had once admitted to me that I was knowledgeable, and out of the two of us I was the one to create conversations with new people. I had to agree, I was probably more cultured, but she was the nice girl who would hang onto every word that you said. She was a listener.
Listeners did not go well with the Weasley twins. They needed people to be just as involved in the conversations; they thrived for new ideas and feedback. George and Ellen were just not compatible, but they were still trying to at least make small talk. If they had to be in each other's presences regularly they could at least make a few conversations to get by, which is probably what they were trying for.
By the time we were walking towards the new club, George had joined Fred, Lee and I at the front and we were all chattering about random topics that came to our heads, the conversations flowing. Ellen looked a little hurt that we could all talk so freely, and before I could drop behind the boys and giggle about something with her, Lee had done just that with her.
The club had a bit of a line, but we didn't care as we joined the line and spoke in our small group. I watched as some girls tried to do the opposite.
They walked up to the door and begged to skip the line to the bouncer. I narrowed my eyes at them. As I was a firm believer in rules and regulations, people who try and push in really annoy me. It's a social structure, and if everyone pushed in there would be anarchy. Oh god, I really do sound like Percy Weasley's girlfriend.
To my delight though, the bouncers refused them entry and told them to go to the back of the line. They argued, but then angrily stomped to go behind us in the line. I gave Ellen a look, but decided not to comment on these girls' behaviour.
Before I could join the conversation with the boys again, the girls behind us started talking loudly.
"As if we get rejected! This club is so stupid! I told the bouncer he was gay, he clearly is. They always let us jump the line!" One of the girls loudly screamed, a few people in the front of the line looking over at how loud they were.
They lowered their voices but continued to screech loud enough that I could hear them clearly as I was just in front of them in the line.
"I know. We're clearly the hottest girls in the line." The second one piped up, and they all let out annoying giggles.
Even Fred, George and Lee were now looking at the girls in disbelief.
I rolled my eyes and snuck a quick look at them. I couldn't say they were completely ugly, but hardly 'the hottest girls in the line' they were freakishly tall, not that there's anything wrong with being tall as I am above the average height, but they were also stick thin, with plain looking faces, and make-up looking like it was shovelled on. They looked like they were the kinds of girls that slept with a guy after he bought her three drinks, and because they were easy they believed themselves to be sought after.
There were many pretty girls at the front of the line, natural beauties. Those naturally pretty girls obviously didn't feel the need to push in and try and use their looks.
However, it was the third girl that got me the angriest.
"I know, right. Look at these two disgusting girls in front of us. Disgusting!" The third girl said, but quickly looked horrified when I turned around and gave her the dirtiest look I could muster, and her friends, whilst giggling, shushed her and ignored my gaze.
Her words, and her attitude bought out a lot of ugly emotions inside of me. Anger, disgust, sadness were the emotions I felt the most. I felt angry and disgusted that these girls had to resort to saying bad things about me to make themselves feel better that they got rejected to skip the queue. But after years and years of being picked on for my appearance during my school years, it was understandable that the comment hit me hard.
As anger and sadness ran through my body for a brief few seconds, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to turn around and hit them, and even gripped my purse, tempted to pull my wand out and hex them. When the anger dripped from my body, the disgust made me want to turn around and make fun of their lack of intelligence. But then the sadness hit me, and I just turned around and moped.
Fred saw this, and squeezed my shoulder.
"I'll hex them, if you like. I know a lot of nasty ones, that could show their appearance as their nasty insides, not that their appearance is even anything special." Fred whispered to me.
"I considered it. I considered splitting their dresses open, or using a spell to wipe their make up off or something. But we could get into trouble with the Ministry for using a spell on a muggle, in a dense muggle area. Besides, it would be a little pathetic to hex someone just because they said a mean comment about me. You see unlike them, I'm secure enough that I don't need to resort to low tactics. So yeah, I'm good." I weakly smiled.
"Good." Fred smiled back, kissing the top of my head.
I blushed deeply when George and Lee gave us weird looks, and Ellen gave me a nudge. They had not missed that one. I was going to splutter out something as a save, but decided to just write this one off and smooth over the moment.
Luckily, we were let in soon after.
In the club everyone had gotten split up. Well, maybe they were all together. I had definitely lost everyone else.
I downed a drink at the bar, talking awkwardly to a guy a little older than me who was moving closer to me every few minutes. I didn't think it was wrong he was coming onto me, I hadn't rejected him yet. But I didn't want to cause a huge scene and needed his company until I could find my friends. I at least chose to use body language to show I wasn't interested, but he had yet to take the hint. I downed a glass of wine and tequila shot, and excused myself to the bathroom
After doing my business, I exited and saw a familiar face. Not somebody in my group, but a guy called Joey. He was in my school class, back during my school days. It was a little awkward seeing him as I hadn't seem him since graduation party when I got wasted, made out with him and he begged me for sex in an empty classroom. When he wouldn't take no for an answer I told him to go find one and I'd meet him there, and I ran to the nearest taxi rank and went home. I'd spoken to him on social media websites and we'd been civil, so I was still a little surprised when he completely ignored me when I said hi to him. After all, we'd been out of school for a while now.
I shrugged my shoulders and walked off, and I felt someone grab me. I turned around to see Ellen there, grinning.
"I need to talk to you. Let's go to the bathroom." Ellen said to me.
"But I just went there!" I protested, but she had already bounded off. I followed her, not wanting to be by myself again.
Instead of going into the actual bathroom though, she pulled me into the deserted hallway near a fire exit, so that we could hear each other and not be surrounded by giggling girls.
"Look, I'm sorry but George and I-" Ellen began, but my laughing cut her off.
"It's cool. It's not going to happen. I think we've all come to that realisation." I grinned, and Ellen breathed out a sigh of relief.
"But his friend Lee is really cool! Do you reckon George would mind?" Ellen asked me.
I had to think about it for a second. Although Fred and George were nearly identical in every way, their personalities did differ in a few ways. Fred was the more ruthless of the two, and although he was a great guy and understanding, he seemed to feel a little less empathy than George did. George seemed a little more level-headed.
"Um, it depends how you try and court Lee. I'd suggest not doing it in front of George, and don't make it like you're trying to make him jealous or something. Lee is his best friend, and he'd understand and be happy for him. If it was Fred, it may be a bit different though." I explained to Ellen.
"You and Fred seem to be getting pretty close." Ellen winked at me, and I turned a bright shade of red.
"Yeah, well we're good friends. We understand each other, on a completely platonic level." I quickly replied. It was true, Fred understood me a lot better than most people. I just knew that I held some kind of emotion for Fred that I probably shouldn't, even though I didn't quite know what it was.
Ellen, obviously bored of the conversation just sent me a nod, and changed the topic.
"So do you think you can work your magic, and get Lee and I closer?" Ellen asked.
In my semi-drunk state I had to laugh at her choice of words. Every single one of her hook ups was initiated by me bringing the two closer together. Ellen called it 'my magic' but in reality I didn't even have to bother using magic. Of course Ellen knew that as she had no idea magic even exists, but I hadn't even had to slip a guy a love potion. I just knew how to convince a drunken guy to go try his chances with Ellen, it was quite easy. I'm sure my methods could work on Lee.
"Okay, here is the game plan. We're going to go to the bar. We're going to buy a glass of wine each, and you're going to buy two shots of tequila, one for you and one for me. We will down our tequila shots at the bar, and then make our way through the crowd to find the boys. On our quest to find them we will probably get a lot of stares, and even a few will hit on us. But we will take the compliments and let ourselves gain an ego boost, as it will help us bring you and Lee together." I grinned, making my way past her so we could re-enter the crowd.