“All done, you can look,” Felicity says. I sit up and pause so she can fix my hair then make my way over to the mirror. I look cute. I turn and look at Carma. She’s wearing black jeans with a loose blue top over a long-sleeved top.
“Right, you’re late,” Scarlett says, looking at her watch, “come on! Begin the nervous giggles.”
I grab Carma’s hand and give it a squeeze. Scarlett shoves us out the door and we hurry down to the common room. Henry, Fred, George and Tommy are lounging around down there.
“AH-HEM!” Scarlett says loudly. The boys all look around and Henry and Fred jump to their feet.
“You look great,” Fred says. I feel my cheeks burn red.
“Thanks, you too,” I reply. He does look great. He’s wearing loose fitting jeans and his Weasley jumper from last year.
“Shall we?” he asks, motioning to the portrait hole. I nod and feel someone give me a quick pat on the back.
“The last time we were on dates in Hogsmeade it was with separate people,” Fred says conversationally.
“Yeah,” I agree, feeling as if I can say nothing else. He gives me an amused look.
“Don’t get all uptight,” he says, poking me, “I’m still Fred.”
“Right,” I giggle nervously, “sorry.”
“So, who do you support in the Quidditch league?” he asks as we walk through the grounds.
“Uh, Puddlemere,” I reply, “you?”
“I’m a Wanderers fan,” he says, “what about internationally?”
“Ireland,” I reply, “no better seeker than Lynch.”
“I dunno,” Fred says, “I think Karoonda could give him a run for his money.”
“The Australian seeker?” I laugh, “no chance! She’s good, but she’s not that good!”
“Did you see her play last year?” Fred exclaims, “she was brilliant!”
“Crush alert,” I smirk. Fred laughs.
“Not quite,” he says, “anyway, Quidditch can’t be the only thing we have in common.”
“We both have big families,” I say, “you’re in the middle, right?”
“More or less, yeah,” Fred nods, “George is the exact middle.”
“So, you’re younger than him then?”
“By thirteen minutes.”
“Are you the only twins?”
“Yeah, you’re the only single, right?” he asks.
“Yeah, the odd one out,” I reply.
“Run me through your family,” he says, “who’s the oldest?”
“Michael,” I reply, “and his twin, Tyler. The there’s William and Edward, then Jason, Jacob and James, then Tristan and Jayden, then Oliver, Lucas and Samuel, then Noah and Nick and me.”
Fred lets out a long, low whistle.
“Damn,” he says, shaking his head, “and I thought my family was big.”
“There’s always a bigger fish,” I laugh, “do you like being from a big family?”
“Yep,” Fred nods, “I mean, I’ve never known any different, but I love having lots of older brothers.”
“What about younger siblings?”
“They’re okay,” he laughs.
“I always wanted a little sister,” I tell him, “you’re lucky to have Ginny.”
“Sometimes,” he chuckles, “she can be a handful, though.”
“Takes after you, then,” I grin. He throws me a wink.
“Someone had to raise her right,” he says, “if Mum had her way we’d all be well behaved.”
“What a shame that would be,” I laugh.
We walk into the village and I see Henry and Carma walking out of Honeydukes sharing a couple of lollipops.
“You want to check out Zonko’s?” I ask. Fred grins.
“Did you really think I’d say no to that?” he laughs.
We hang out in Zonko’s for a while and then my stomach growled loud enough to catch Fred’s attention.