Catch Me If You Can → George Weasley

Twenty-One

Apollo was unsure of what to do. Cedric and Adrian had yet to talk to each other, each sitting at their respective tables. As Apollo did not want to take sides, he did not sit with either of them. At dinner, the meal he finally decided to show up to, he searched for the only other person he would really want to sit with. Sammy. Unfortunately, though, they were seated at the Gryffindor table. Right near George Weasley, much to Apollo's chagrin. However, it was either that, or sitting with some of the people from his team, and he was not so sure he wanted to do that.

So, with an inaudible sigh, he made his way over and sat between Sammy and George. Apollo shoved George to the side, while sending a forced smile to his cousin.

"Wolfie! What a surprise!" George exclaimed.

Sammy raised an eyebrow. "Wolfie?"

Before Apollo could respond with something snappy, George came up with a lie. "It's a nickname!" He said happily. "He's really into reading about that one wolf in Norse mythology, what's it's name?" He looked to Apollo for help.

Apollo sighed, but provided the name. "Fenrir."

"Fenrir, right! Yeah, so it fits, right?"

Sammy looked from George to Apollo, before finally shrugging. "Weird," They commented. "Polly told me you weren't friends." They smirked. "Are you-"

"No!" Apollo quickly snapped. "Still not friends."

"But you are sitting here," Fred pointed out.

Apollo scoffed. "It's the only option I had," He muttered.

Oliver leaned forward. As usual, he sat across from Sammy. "You'll be too embarrassed to sit here once we beat you in Quidditch," He said confidentially. A young redhead nodded in agreement. Apollo recognized her as the girl from the beginning of the year, the one who got him mixed up with George in the first place.

While Sammy kicked their friend's leg under the table, Apollo scoffed, but narrowed his eyes at the young girl. "What's your name?" He asked, unintentionally scaring her.

"G-Ginny, Weasley," She stuttered.

"She's in second year," George said.

Apollo hummed in acknowledgement. "You should meet my friend Luna. She's in desperate need of friends," He said at last, after observing her for a few seconds.

It was then that Harry Potter and his friend Ron Weasley sat down. This, thankfully, stopped George from calling Apollo a softie. Ron was sulking, which Apollo was not sure was unusual.

George leaned over to the blonde beside him. "He lost his pet," He explained in a hushed whisper. Apollo only nodded in acknowledgement.

Harry was giving Apollo a very confused look, but the blonde payed it no mind. He only looked over to Sammy, who only had a glass of Sprite in front of them.