[Chapter Twelve]
I sat a cupcake each in front of Fred and George.
“Happy birthday,” I said.
“Hey, you figured it out,” said George, picking his up.
“Or she asked Percy,” said Terry.
“Oh, hush.” I lightly punched him on the shoulder.
“Cheater,” Fred said.
“You never gave me any rules,” I protested.
Fred rolled his eyes.
“Oh, alright, you win,” he said. He reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a box of Every Flavored Beans, handing it to me.
“Yay!” I squealed.
The next month when stretched into nothing but long hours of homework (mostly from Snape) and studying. Terry and I only saw Fred and George at breakfast and I often didn’t help with them with pranks so I could go to the library (“You really are a Ravenclaw then?” Fred asked, peering over my shoulder as I worked on one of Snape’s essays). Some nights I would fall asleep at the tables in the common room, and I would be shaken awake by a prefect who would tell me to go get some sleep in my own bed.
Exams were approaching rapidly, and I knew that anything under an E was unacceptable.
“Did you hear about what Potter did?” Fred asked darkly on a rather gloomy morning (ironically).
I raised an eyebrow. I looked over at Terry, who shrugged.
“No, but I can imagine that you’re going to tell me,” I said.
“He, Ganger, and that Longbottom snuck out after curfew and lost Gryffindor one hundred and fifty points,” he said, a look of disgust on his face.
I didn’t know what to say. This entire year I hadn’t paid an inkling of attention to the hourglasses in the entrance hall, but as we passed them now, I noticed that Gryffindor was below all of the other houses, despite winning both of their Quidditch matches. Personally, I didn’t understand why Fred was so angry, but, then again, Fred and I were two completely different people. He cared about pranking and Quidditch, and, while I spend some time pranking, I would rather spend my time doing schoolwork or reading.
“So what if they lost points?” I asked. “The house cup really isn’t that big of a deal.”
“Not that big of a deal?” Fred and George both glared at me. “We could have won this year, but then Potter and that lump had to go ruin it!”
I opened my mouth to say something, but Fred cut me off.
“Save it,” he sneered. He turned and stormed away, George at his heels.
“Fred!” I called after him. My eyes stung and I blinked away tears.
“Lucy?” Terry asked cautiously. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll cool off by tomorrow, most likely.”
I shrugged.
“I’m going to go up to my dorm,” I said. “I’m not feeling to well.”
Terry nodded.
I hurried up the marble staircase and took off towards the Ravenclaw tower. I went straight up to my dormitory, which was empty, and collapsed onto my bed. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the blue curtains of my bed.
After a moment, a feeling of drowsiness overwhelmed me, and I soon dozed off.
“NO!” I shouted. “I WON’T!”
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