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Author Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. My mind isn't that intelligent to make up such great characters. The story is mine though. Truthfully, and honestly all mine, mine, mine!
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Alicia's POV:
I woke up the next morning feeling very refreshed and thinking that it would be a great, carefree day. Everything seemed to be right again. Fred had apologized to me for his cruel words, and now I had those feelings for George. There wasn't any possible way that things could go chaotic today. Everything, I thought to myself as I got out of bed, everything was going to be absolutely perfect.
I stretched my arms lazily above my head, and then looked over at Katie's bed, where she was still luxuriously sleeping the morning away. I, on the other hand, had tons more things to do today than Katie did. I quickly changed and smiled at myself cheerfully in the mirror.
"Good morning, darling," the mirror said to me, fluffing it's hair and beaming brightly. "My, you look ravishing today."
"Why thank you," I said sweetly, smiling back at the mirror. "And I must say, that you, too, look absolutely gorgeous."
The mirror beamed at me as I walked out of the door and down towards the common room, where I expected to smiling faces and laughing people; totally the opposite. The common room was full of people, but mostly kids from the younger years. Over in the corner, slouched on the couch sat Fred and Lee, but George was nowhere to be found. I wandered over to the corner and sat across from the two of them.
The first thing I noticed was the fact that Fred had a purplish, yellowish, greenish looking eye, and a puffy lip. He also seemed to have knuckle marks on the side of his jaw. He looked at me and scowled.
"Oh dear," I said, covering my mouth. "What happened to you?"
"Shut it, Alicia," he said angrily. I looked at him alarmed. "Don't play stupid with me," he said, pointing a finger at me like I was a child. "I don't care if you and George are dating now. I really don't. But don't go ordering him to beat me up for something I already apologized for."
I blinked. "Fred, what are you…?"
"Shut it," Fred said, looking away. "You know exactly what I am talking about."
"You're off your rocker," I said casually.
Fred glared at me, and I could tell he wanted to probably knock the stuffing out of me. He probably would of, too, if Lee wouldn't of stuck his arm in between the two of us. "If you don't mind," Lee said, looking at Fred, then back at me, "I am trying to think here. If you two would kindly take your argument elsewhere, it would be greatly appreciated."
"There's nothing to argue about," I said, glaring at Fred. "He's just gone loony…"
"I'm warning you Alicia…" Fred scowled in between his teeth.
"Oh?" I said, feeling brave. "And what are you going to do about it?"
Fred looked at me a second, his eyes red with fury and rage…maybe a little hurt too. He finally said, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I think I've taken more than my fair share of beating for the past couple of days, and I wouldn't want you running to your Georgie to tell him that I'm pestering you."
"What?" I asked, knitting my brow. "I wouldn't…"
"Shut it," Fred said again, standing up and walking away, leaving Lee and me alone.
"I wonder what's up his…"
Lee looked at me sharply. I shut my mouth. "George's upstairs, if you wanted to know," Lee said. "Need I remind you, I'm trying to think."
Not wanting to get in another argument with someone else this morning, I stood up and headed towards the boys dormitories. I reached the door with the sign that said "Seventh Years" and opened it slowly. Inside, it was dark and I could barely see. But once my eyes adjusted, I stepped inside the room and softly closed the door behind me. The first bed was empty and currently unmade. Quills and parchment were thrown all about it, and I guessed it must've been Lee's…because I doubt that Fred even knows the definitions of quill and parchment, let alone use them. From the second bed, however, came soft breathing, and I figured it was George.
I softly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, looking down at the red head that was presently sleeping there. The first thing I noticed was that, like Fred, he also had a black eye, but that was about it. I reached out and touched his black eye softly, and George sat up in his bed with a start, staring at me like I was some psycho murderer coming to kill him. Once he realized it was me, his face expression softened.
"I heard you come in," he told me, smiling. "I thought you were Fred, coming to murder me in my sleep."
I smiled and slid my hand through his. He looked up at me and smiled. "What's the black eye from?" I asked, reaching my other hand up to try and touch it again.
He quickly turned his head so his eye was out of my reach. "Fred and I were quarrelling last night," he said, smiling weakly at me.
"About what?" I asked, watching as he turned back to me.
"A lot of thing," he said, pushing the covers back and swinging his legs over the side of his bed so we were sitting next to each other. "Nothing to worry yourself about."
I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Then I won't worry."
"Good," he said, blushing.
Just then the door opened and Fred stood in the doorframe. He glanced at me, then at George. After looking at me again, he finally said, "You shouldn't have her in here. We could get in a lot of trouble."
"Yea, yea," George said, standing up and walking towards his dresser. "But it was okay for you to have Angelina in here those nights, right Fred?"
He scowled. "Come on, Leesh. Get out of here." He opened the door and motioned for me to get out. George glared at Fred then moved his eyes back to me.
"I'll be down in a minute," he said, smiling. I nodded then walked past Fred and down to the common room, listening to the shouts from the two upstairs.
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