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-ˋˏ CHAPTER 14 ˎˊ-
↳ ❝ [ TECHNICALLY, IT'S A FERRET. ] ¡! ❞
.・゜゜・[Y/N] POV
''Let me get this straight,''
The twins flanked my side as we strolled through the halls. They shared their information about the Quidditch World Cup. Between Ireland and Belgium. Of course, the twins were cheering for the Irish.
They also happened to tell me about their scamming friend. Ludo Bagman. Yeah, he's never been trustworthy. The twins were still peeved about it. They never got the money that rightfully earned from that.
''You didn't get your money because you guessed on who would win. And your guess was correct?''
George nodded with a shrug of his shoulder. ''Pretty much, yeah.''
''If I were Ludo,'' I started while waving my hand in the air. ''I'd have guessed you cheated. That's probably what he thought after the game.''
''Still,'' Fred scoffed. ''We earned that money. We needed that money.''
Ever since our first trip to Hogsmeade, the twins have wanted to open a prank shop. It's been their dream. And they have the whole thing planned out. Just the other day they had introduced me to some of their products they made.
I helped test a few. It was risky at first, but the twins wouldn't let me test anything that was too 'over the top'. They let the first years test those ones. Of course they had a way to reverse it, too.
The other night I spent my time with the twins. We laid on the floor of the Common Room as we thought out more ideas for the shop. While they made products for the shop, I had made the outlook of the store. I only drew the outside, but the twins thought it was fantastic.
''I'm sure everything will be fine.'' My hand moved to Fred's arm. He looked down with a short smile. ''You're probably the two most creative people I know. I'm sure you'll think of something to get the money. Without bothering Ludo.''
Now they just looked smug.
''Of course we are.'' George smirked. His walk turning to swagger. ''Nobody can possibly be as smart and amazing as us.''
Fred threw his arm around my shoulders. ''You're a close second.''
With a playful roll of my eyes, I happened to catch sight of Harry in the Courtyard. Everyone had been hateful to the poor boy. The new trend was buttons that supported Cedric, but when Harry got close, it switched to 'POTTER STINKS'.
And of course, everyone had been wearing those. I wasn't against Cedric. I'd just rather people not be against Harry. A few people harassed him as he walked up to Cedric. Cedric's friends had taunted the raven-haired boy.
Cedric had waved them off before walking to the side with Harry. Within a few seconds, his face has changed. It went from smiling and happy down to fear.
''I wonder what they're talking about.'' Fred murmured. He had seen it, too.
George had walked off, shouting down the halls for Lee.
''Think it has anything to do with the Tournament?'' I replied with a question. Harry and Cedric shared a few more words before walking away from one another.
Fred shrugged. ''I'd suppose. What else would they be talking about?''
With Fred's arm still around my shoulder, we entered the Courtyard. It was an unusually sunny day today. Honestly, I thought I'd be dreadful and cloudy.
''Good point.''
Fred was about to give a comment. Most likely something about how he's always right and how I shouldn't doubt him. Instead, our attention turned to the big tree in the Courtyard.
''Why so tense, Potter?''
Harry stopped walking.
''My father and I have a bet, you see.'' The blonde jumped down from the tree. A few chubby kids came around from the other side, standing beside the blonde. ''I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five.''
Harry walks up to shove the boy. ''I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy.''
Ah, yes. Draco Malfoy. If there's anything that the trio talks about more than their past troubles, it's him. Son to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They're quite a notable family. Rich and filled with pure-bloods. Hate anybody that's below their standards. Those of which include, Muggleborns, Half-bloods, Harry and the Weasley's.
For a moment, Fred's arm had tightened around my shoulders. He despised Malfoy as much as the next person. And he has good reason to. I gently placed my hand on his. It seemed to help his calm a bit, seeing as his hold wasn't as firm.
''He's vile and cruel. And you're just pathetic.''
Harry turned and tried walking away. Obviously, he wasn't up for whatever game that Malfoy wanted to play today. He was stressed enough as it is.
''Pathetic?'' Malfoy fumbled for his wand. His hand reaching into his pocket. When his wand was free from the confines of his pocket, it was poised straight towards Harry.
Then someone stepped in.
''Oh, no, you don't, sonny!''
Suddenly, a flash of light. Looking back, Malfoy was gone. And in his place was an albino ferret. Hovering above the ground. Mad-Eye moved his wand to throw the ferret in different directions. The Courtyard instantly burst into laughter. Including Fred and I.
''I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!'' Mad-Eye only continued to play with the ferret. ''You stinking, cowardly, scummy-''
''Professor Moody!'' McGonagall's voice cut through the crowd. She stood beside Mad-Eye.
''-back shooting-''
''What are you doing?''
Mad-Eye replied nonchalantly. ''Teaching.''
''Is that a-'' McGonagall was at a loss for words. ''Is that a student?''
''Technically, it's a ferret.''
After a travel through one of the kids pants, Malfoy was turned back into Malfoy. His hair was disheveled. His face; panicked. He turned both ways before turning away from Mad-Eye. ''My father will hear about this!''
''Is that a threat?''
Mad-Eye chased Malfoy around the tree until McGonagall had stopped him. Malfoy ran off somewhere. Most likely to hide for the meantime. While McGonagall scolded Mad-Eye, Fred and I had taken our time to walk away from the scene. Small giggles still leaving from Fred.
''That was great.'' He smiled. A hand raked through his hair. ''Finally, Malfoy got what was coming to him. If only I could see it again. Over and over.'' His arm still hadn't left my shoulders.
''Well,'' I longed. ''You can tease him about it, still. Surely he won't ever forget about it. Nobody will, for that matter.''
Again, Fred was cut off. This time, by Harry.
''[Y/n]!''
I perked up. Harry ran towards us while grappling at the strap of his bag.
''Harry,'' I smiled to the boy. ''What's wrong?''
When he reached us, I could see the faint smile still on his face from earlier. Nice to know that someone wasn't against Harry at a time like this. Someone besides myself and the trio.
''I uh, I need your help.''
Fred pulled me closer.
''With what?''
I elbowed Fred, but he didn't let go. If anything, he only pulled me closer.
''Tell me,'' Harry fumbled with his fingers as he spoke. ''Do you know anything about Dragons?''
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