So Why Not?

'Oi! Angelina!' someone shouted.

I turned around from where I was talking to Alicia to find myself looking into the face of Fred Weasley. Behind him, Harry and Ron sat sporting looks of admiration and faint apprehension. George, stood to his right, had his mouth open in what seemed like shock for about a microsecond before he closed it and turned to look at me as well.

'What?' I called out.

'Want to come to the Ball with me?' he asked, not really caring that the whole common room was watching at this point.

I was taken aback. Sure, the whole school was buzzing about the Yule Ball and everyone was discussing dates and dress robes but I hadn't really given the event much thought. I looked at Fred appraisingly. He was funny, popular, good looking and – hell!, many girls would kill to go the Ball with one of the Weasley twins.

So why not?

'All right, then!' I shouted back and returned to my conversation with Alicia. I smiled to myself trying to look pleased about the recent development. I guess it worked seeing as no one said anything. But I kept getting this weird, nagging feeling that something wasn't right.

Walking to Charms, I repeated to myself all the reasons why I was being stupid. I mean, come on! Fred was in my year, and we were on the same Quidditch team. He certainly was my type – well built, strong, sporty in general, great sense of humour, adequately smart.

So why not?

It wasn't until half way through the lesson, when Fred charmed my teacup into shooting confetti out that I realised why not; when George gently reached over and plucked some of the glittery mess in my hair out that I realised why not.

Fred was everything.

But he wasn't George.

That's why not.