It's pretty cool, being a twin. Especially when your twin is every bit as insane as you are.
always seems to focus on the negative side of being a twin. Yeah, we
tended to get the same clothes, yeah, people always mistake us for each
other and yeah, sometimes a girl will fall for the one who doesn't
But on the other hand, because we dress the same,
people mistake us for one another. This means alibis, especially when
we're doing the sort of thing that Filch gets all uptight about.
strange. If one of us is someplace and making enough noise, then nine
times out of ten, people will swear that we were both there. It's
What generally is magic is what the other one of us is getting up to, two floors down and three trick staircases away.
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
Well, we have to test them somewhere, right? And where better to do our testing than on our favourite caretaker, Argus Filch?
Life is going to be incredibly dull when we leave Hogwarts next summer and have to cope without our chum and his mangy cat.
Still, while we're here, there's lots - and lots. Oh, and lots and lots and lots - of fun to be had.
The thing is...
You see, if I tell George, then he'll think that I've gone absolutely mad.
Oh, sod it.
It's all to do with this ruddy Tri-Wizard Tournament. That's the problem.
I don't mean that I'm worried about Harry being involved. The kid's
made of stern stuff, and he's survived sharing a house with George and
me. What can a bunch of doddering old teachers - and Professor
Dumbledore, of course - come up with that'd faze him? Not to mention
his saving Ginny's life, and all the other mad stuff he's got up to.
You know, he once flew Dad's flying car into the Whomping Willow. Him and ickle Ronniekins, anyway. I'd have killed to do that, but Harry acted like it was no big deal.
he's barking mad, and I don't have any concerns about him being in the
Tri-Wizard Tournament. He'll probably win, or at least be in there at
No, the problem with the Tournament is that, well...
Look, what you have to understand is that...
suppose I should start at the beginning, shouldn't I? I mean, it'd make
sense, right? It's just that being off topic is kind of fun.
George and me, we're well settled into life at Hogwarts. We had a bit
of a settling in period at first, you know, a couple of days when we
were learning our way around and not mucking around too much.
But Bill and Charlie had told us so much about the place, and Percy
told us so much about the teachers, that it quickly felt just like home.
And when you feel comfortable someplace, you don't mind blowing bits of it up, right?
by the end of our first year, George and me were pretty well known. Oh,
we lost loads of points for Gryffindor and had to book detentions a
month in advance because we had so many of them, but people thought we
Including the girls.
Now, at first it
was fun, you know? The girls were just like the boys, in their way. But
in our second year we made it onto the house Quidditch team. The
thought of Oliver Wood referring to us as 'a pair of human Bludgers'
still brings a tear to my eye. And at first, there was no difference.
Then, one day, the girls were suddenly different.
I don't know how to describe it, but they weren't just longhaired boys anymore. They were girls.
Oh, and the girls loved a Weasley in a Quidditch uniform, believe me.
first, there wasn't much to it, of course. Just a bit of snogging. Then
as we got older, it got to be more and more, well, you know. Let's just
say that we could always have something for the weekend, if we wanted.
And sometimes other days of the week, too.
By the end of last
year, it wasn't just detentions we were booking in advance, it was time
alone in the dormitory. Fortunately, it's just George, Lee and me, and
we worked out a rota that kept everyone happy.
And now there's the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
one day, long ago in second year, everyone on the house team got
talking about the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and how cool it'd be if it was
ever held again. And we made a pact that we'd all enter if it ever came
Of course, this year it's being held
again. And it's being held at Hogwarts. And Angelina Johnson is the
only one of us who was old enough to cross the Age Line and put her
name in the Goblet.
Ruddy Age Line.
Merlin's teeth, that was an argument and a half...
"Hey Angelina," I said. I was always one for the classic opening lines.
"Hey Fred." So was she.
"Big news about the Tournament, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm definitely going to enter," she said.
"Oh, right. Are you sure you want to?"
wouldn't I?" she asked, turning those big, brown eyes of hers on me in
surprise. "A thousand Galleons? And just think how famous the champion
"It's going to be dangerous," I said, frowning slightly.
won't be that bad," she said, grinning slightly. "Besides, didn't I
hear you telling your little brother that the danger would add spice to
Arse. Yeah, I said that. Me and my big mouth.
"That's different," I said, slowly.
"Different how?" she asked, her gaze icing over slightly. I shivered.
"We're, well, we're Weasleys," I said lamely. "We're used to a bit of rough and tumble."
"And I'm not?" Angelina asked, her voice as cold as her gaze.
Weasley? Well, you really don't have the hair for it," I said, laughing
slightly as I reached out to brush at her fringe. She slapped my hand
"Fred, how long have we been on the team together?" she demanded.
"Well, four years this year," I said.
"And have you ever known me shy away from anything rough?"
"So why should I be worried about the Tri-Wizard Tournament?" she asked.
werewolves, merbeasts, giant spiders... Not to mention all the spells a
Tri-Wizard Champion would probably have to fight. Yeah, I could have
said some of that, could have made her realise how dangerous the
Tournament would be.
I could have. Instead, I just stood there, looking stupid and feeling like I'd been hit with a hammer.
Because, well, Angelina's a girl.
And if I said that to her, she'd have hit me so hard that I'd have been lucky to land within Hogwarts grounds.
it just hit me, right then, that standing in front of me was a great
friend who also happened to be a really, really attractive young woman,
and one who I suddenly wanted to keep from getting hurt.
Don't you just hate it when that happens?
blame Wood, myself. The whole time that he was captain, he drilled it
into us: No dipping your quill in the team's inkpot. And he bloody well
made sure that we understood what would happen to us if we started
dipping and it all went wrong.
So for three years I'd been
looking at Angelina as, well, a friend. Not a girl, just a good friend,
and definitely not someone who I wanted very much to stop her glaring
at me by shoving her up against the wall and snogging her senseless.
this all could have gone a hell of a lot worse. Fortunately for me,
George came past right then and spilled a bunch of fireworks in between
Angelina and me. By the time we'd put them all out - oh, all right,
George and me made a few more of them go off. I mean, might as well
have a bit of fun, right? - the moment had passed and Angelina had
calmed down a bit.
'Course, she was still glaring Killing Curses at me, but what's a guy to do?
spent the next two weeks on tenterhooks around her, trying to avoid
getting speared on that gaze of hers, the one that makes it feel like
I'm the biggest piece of scum on the face of the planet.
for once, I was actually quite enjoying the lessons. We'd started
working on our NEWTs and had loads of work to do, but Mad-Eye Moody's
Defence classes weren't exactly a chore, you know? He was teaching us
all kinds of useful stuff, and some of it even had a practical use.
Like how to hex that Malfoy arsehole if we ever got the chance.
of the problems with not playing Quidditch this year is that there's a
lot less time to hang out with the girls. Despite what McGonagall says,
the team has tended to get cut a bit of slack by a lot of our teachers
when it comes to our work. This year, though, the only classes that I
have with Angelina are Transfiguration and Potions, and they're not
classes you can muck about in. So it was up to me, and Moody's little
tips on ambushes and surprise tactics, to catch Angelina and get her on
Of course, I enlisted George's help. He knew that
Angelina and I had argued, and was happy to get two of the team back on
speaking terms. I don't think he had any idea what we'd argued about,
nor why I was so eager to get Angelina talking to me again.
how am I going to apologise to her?" I asked, late one evening. It was
over a month since the argument, and she hadn't shown a single sign of
"Well," George said, sitting up and looking
happy. "You could slide down the banister on a tea tray and crash
though the doors into the Great Hall bearing a huge bunch of roses and
declaring how sorry you are before the entire school tomorrow
I grinned. It's always nice to have someone who thinks the same way you do. I suppose it's a twin thing.
"Nice, but a bit flashy. I reckon I'll save that for Christmas," I said. "I was thinking something a bit more low key."
George looked appalled. I couldn't blame him. I don't think we've done anything low key since we were about three years old.
"Well..." he said, looking dubious. "What about doing something for her? Remember Nicola Gravstein?"
"Yeah. You dated her for about three weeks, didn't you?"
my record. I was thinking about how she liked me to carry her bag
around and stuff. Simple stuff like that. Be a gentleman."
well, I'm not sure that'll go down too well, either," I said. I was
starting to feel pretty miserable, and George definitely looked worried
"If you told me what you were arguing about, it might help."
"I sort of suggested she couldn't handle being in the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
"Because she's a girl?"
"Well, yeah, sort of."
"Oh." George's shoulders sagged, and he looked like he was about to be ill. "You're lucky to be alive, you know that?"
"Oh, Fred, this is bad. This is very, very bad. You know
how mad Angelina got back in third year when Marcus Flint started
putting it about that she was only on the team 'cos Oliver fancied her."
"Yeah, that was stupid. Everyone knows that Oliver bats for the other side."
"Oh, alright. Back to business. How can I apologise to Angelina..."
"Just say you're sorry?"
It was Alicia, one of our other Quidditch team-mates. George perked up immediately.
"Genius," he said. "It's so simple, and it'll work."
"You really think so?" I asked. It seemed almost too simple.
"Trust me," Alicia said. "All she wants is an apology from you. I'm just sick of hearing about it all the time."
blushed slightly, a first in my experience. Neither of the other two
noticed though, probably because they were lost in their own little
world. Another day I'd have had something to say about that. Now I was
wondering whether Alicia's suggestion might have some merit to it. It
seemed too simple.
I looked at the list George and I had prepared
Gred: Rocket powered broomstick with go-faster stripes
Forge: Fireworks display in front of all the school
Gred: Declare that you'd sooner snog Snape than argue with her a moment longer. Then snog Snape to show how serious you are.
Forge: Tickets to the next World Cup. As a player. Someone must need a good, young Chaser.
Gred: Slip McGonagall some Ton Tongue Toffee so you can spend all the next Transfig lesson apologising.
then, one of the younger girls - another twin, quite pretty but a bit
young, maybe a girl for Ron? - came bursting into the common room.
"No manners, young people today," George wheezed, in an elderly manner. Alicia laughed.
"There's going to be a ball on Christmas Day!" the younger girl said, breathlessly.
Suddenly the common room was in uproar, for about five seconds, anyway.
they noticed that I was sitting absolutely still, not jumping up and
down or shouting or any of the other reactions I save up for such
momentous announcements. In fact, I was sitting there completely
I'd just had the most amazing idea.
I looked up, and blushed - again! - as I realised everyone was looking at me, waiting for my reaction.
I jumped up, a huge grin on my face, and let out a bellow of delight.
Everyone else started capering and yelling too, and my grin receded slightly as I relaxed my forced expression of glee.
But it only receded very slightly, because I'd had the best idea.
Not only was I going to apologise to Angelina, but I was going to ask her to this ball.