Obliviate My Rebellion {Book 3}

28. The Quibbler Interview

“Yeah,” said Harry fervently, looking over at the Ravenclaw table. Cho had just got up, and, still not looking at him, she left the Great Hall

"She'll come around eventually." I said, gently proding Harry's arm. "I could talk to her if you want. It might come across better now that she knows I'm your sister."

"Don't bother talking to her, she'll think I sent you." Harry sighed tiredly. "So, how was Quidditch practice?” 

“It was a nightmare,” said Ron in a surly voice. 

“Oh come on,” said Hermione, looking at Ginny, “I’m sure it wasn’t that -” 

“Yes, it was,” said Ginny. “It was appalling." she looked around, until she saw Gennie sat at the Hufflepuff table with Arthur and Sam. "Gennie was nearly in tears by the end of it. She hid it well though.” 

Ron and Ginny headed off for baths after dinner, while I opted for the dorm showers. Feeling cleaner in my pyjamas and glasses resting on my nose, I joined Harry and Hermione to do homework.

After going between attempting to sketch the Hogwarts symbol for half an hour (anything to put off Astronomy homework) Fred and George turned up. 

“Ron and Ginny not here?” asked Fred, looking around as he pulled up a chair, and when Harry shook his head, he said, “Good. We were watching their practice. They’re going to be slaughtered. They’re complete rubbish without us.” 

"I am here, you know." I said, waving at the two of them.

"Yeah, well you were great, always have been." George said dissmissivley, sitting next to me and flipping through my sketchbook. "But come on, Ginny's not that bad. Actually, I'm not sure how she's so good, we never let her play with us."

“She’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,” said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books. 

“Oh,” said George, looking mildly impressed. I took the oppurtunity to snatch my sketckbook back. “Well - that’d explain it.” 

"If if makes you feel any better, I didn't realise Lacey was pulling pages out of my books to roll a joint for over a year." I said to George, finally giving up on my failed drawing.

“Has Ron saved a goal yet?” asked Hermione, peering over the top of Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms. 

“Well, he can do it if he doesn’t think anyone’s watching him,” said Fred, rolling his eyes. “So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up his end on Saturday.” 

 He got up again and moved restlessly to the window, staring out across the dark grounds. “You know, Quidditch was about the only thing in this place worth staying for.” 

Hermione cast him a stern look. “You’ve got exams coming!” 

“Told you already, we’re not fussed about NEWTs,” said Fred. “The Snackboxes are ready to roll, we found out how to get rid of those boils, just a couple of drops of Murtlap essence sorts them, Lee put us on to it.” 

"I could be doing loads of stuff right now." George yawned, flopping his head against the sofa. "I could be catching up with Lacey."

"Sleeping with her more like." Fred muttered under his breath, and George whacked him across the head.

"Talking, Fred, talking." he scowled. "And watching Disney films with Hollie and flat hunting... God I want to go now."

"Awh, you and Lacey are so cute." I grinned. "When's the wedding?"