Warriors || FRED WEASLEY FF

CHAPTER 17

It's the first time of me being here. All the elf were working hurriedly and worried.

"Fred Weasley, it's so good to see you here again!" A female elf squealed and hugged his long legs.

"Hello winky, how are you doing?" He kneeled down and smiled.

"I'm very good sir, who is this lovely lady by the way? Your girlfriend? She's really beautiful " She looked up at me with her big eyes and smiled.

I smiled back and kneeled down too. "hello, I'm Ashwini Kumar. I'm new here" I said.

"Oohh, Fred Weasley brought his girlfriend!" She squealed.

"No, winky, s-she's not my girlfriend" Fred said his ear turning red.

"Whatever you say Fred Weasley" She smiled sweetly. "What will I get for you two?"

"Um... cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer and some salt food too" He nodded.

"Anything for Fred Weasley and his girlfriend, Ashwini Kumar" She bowed and then she was disappeared in the thin air.

"She's not my girlfriend" He mumbled and shook his head. "sorry, she's always like that"

"So, you bring many girls to the kitchen?" I smirked playfully as we got up.

"N-no, like, she's very fond of me getting a girlfriend and all. I don't go around with girls,-"

"Relax, I was just messing up with you" I patted his shoulder and chuckled.

I walked around to look around with him following me and telling ne things and what he did and how winky and him are good.

When we got our food, we walked out and went to the gryffindor common room with a secret passage, short cut.

When we got there the gryffindor was already decorated, now the food is to be set up.

We all set up the food and then Harry came in and we yelled cheerfully.

"Blimey, this is heavy," said Lee Jordan, picking up the golden egg, which Harry had left on a table, and weighing it in his hands. "Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!"

"He's supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione said swiftly. "It's in the tournament rules. . . ."

"I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too," Harry muttered, so only Hermione could hear him, and she grinned rather guiltily.

"Yeah, go on, Harry, open it!" several people echoed.

Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into the groove that ran all the way around it and prised it open.

It was hollow and completely empty — but the moment Harry opened it, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room. The nearest thing to it Harry had ever heard was the ghost orchestra at Nearly Headless Nick's death day party, who had all been playing the musical saw.

"Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears.

"What was that?" said Seamus Finnigan, staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again. "Sounded like a banshee. . . . Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!"

"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor.

"You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing . . . maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry."

"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" said Fred.

Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering her.

Fred grinned.
"It's all right," he said. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the
custard creams you've got to watch —"

Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out.

Fred laughed. "Just my little joke, Neville. . . ."

Hermione took a jam tart. Then she said, "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?"

"Yep," said Fred, grinning at her. He put on a high-pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf. " 'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful . . . get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish."

"How do you get in there?" Hermione said in an innocently casual sort of voice.

"Easy," said Fred, "concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and —" He stopped and looked suspiciously at her. "Why?"

"Nothing," said Hermione quickly.

"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" said George. "Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?"

Several people chortled. Hermione didn't answer.

"Don't you go upsetting them and telling them they've got to take clothes and salaries!" said Fred warningly "You'll put them off their cooking!"

Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.

"Oh — sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted over all the laughter. "I forgot — it was the custard creams we hexed —"

Within a minute, however, Neville had molted, and once his feathers had fallen off, he reappeared looking entirely normal. He even joined in laughing.

I laughed with others and looked at everyone enjoying then smiled excitedly as I remembered what will be happening tomorrow.

The yule ball announcement.