I doodled on a spare piece of parchment, thinking about the potion upstairs. We had almost two months left to go before it would be ready for our consumption, and we were fretting over whether or not we would be back home for Christmas break.
"Mr. Weasley!"
I looked up. A stern McGonagall was standing in front of my desk.
"Would you like to go first?"
"I-wha-I'm sorry, what?"
"As I thought. Pay attention!"
People laughed and I felt my face heat up.
"Hey mate," said George.
"Yeah?"
"Seen much of Hermione lately?"
"Uh, yeah, I mean, I've seen her in the hallways and... stuff."
He rolled his eyes. "You know full well that's not what I mean."
"Well, you can't help but hope," I said sarcastically.
"So, hey Fred, there's this kid who is giving out pieces of some kind of coloured parchment with jokes on them. Calls them 'memes' or something like that. I saw a few, and they're hilarious. He's selling them for a sickle each. Wanna buy some?"
I laughed.
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FanfictionWhen Fred accidentally drinks Hermione's potion experiment, will they ever be the same again? Two-shot. Will continue if there is interest.
