"That stupid old hag!"
Angelina Johnson was evidently very unhappy as Phoenix and George climbed through the portrait hole after an eventful Herbology lesson.
"Now Angelina," began Fred with a smirk, "that's no way to talk about Phoenix!"
"Shut up Fred!" retorted Angelina.
"I assume this is about Umbridge?" Phoenix inquired, setting her bag down on the floor before making herself comfortable in the seat beside the roaring fire.
"Yes!" Angelina exclaimed, slamming her fist down on the table so violently that her ink bottle spilled over Fred's transfiguration book. "Oh shit, sorry Fred!"
"No worries Ange," Fred said with a smile, "now I have an excuse not to do my homework."
"Back to Umbridge," said George, taking a seat beside Phoenix and slinging his arm around her with ease, but still causing Phoenix's hair to flush a pale pink.
"Oh yeah! It's bad news I'm afraid, she's not allowing us to reform the team!" Angelina scowled, hastily tapping Fred's ink covered book with her wand.
"She said she needed more time to consider it," Fred explained, watching in amusement as Angelina swore, unable to clean away the ink from the book.
"What?" gasped Phoenix, "But we heard Warrington bragging in Herbology that Umbridge gave them permission straight away!"
"Of course, she did," Angelina seethed, accidentally setting the transfiguration book on fire. "Merlin, what's wrong with me!"
With a lazy flick of his wand, Fred extinguished the flames instantly. He smirked at Angelina as he tapped the book once and the ink too disappeared.
"Show off," Angelina muttered, though her mouth was twitching in an effort not to smile. "I'm not sure what else I can do."
Phoenix thought for a moment, she wasn't quite sure what Angelina could do. Umbridge seemed to be on a sort of determined rampage to ruin life at Hogwarts. Not only had the Educational Decree been announced early that morning, but she had also put the first teacher on probation. Though Professor Trelawney may have not been Phoenix's favourite teacher (she had just scrapped an Acceptable in Divination OWL. Her poor reading of the Crystal Ball had made her give up all hope, and had instead explained the plot of Beauty and the Beast to her examiner) she still couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for her.
"Have you tried going to McGonagall?" suggested Fred. "I'm not sure if she can do anything but I'm sure she'll stop at nothing until Gryffindor are back on the pitch."
"Don't be silly Fred–" began Angelina, but then she stopped herself, suddenly looking in awe of him. "You're a genius!"
That evening in the Gryffindor common room, Fred and George were putting on a rather interesting display of their Puking Pastilles. Phoenix, Alicia and Angelina watched, in disgust as Fred took a bite from the orange end of the sweet, then made a show of vomiting into a bucket. He would then force the purple end of the sweet into his mouth, at which the vomiting would cease immediately.
"I'm impressed by the magic," mused Alicia, as she watched as Lee, who once again, made the contents of the bucket vanish with a lazy flick of his wand. "But... I'm very disgusted at this demonstration."
"I'm starting to realise the genius behind these products," said Angelina, now completely distracted from her Ancient Runes essay. "How on earth do they do it?"
Phoenix shrugged, watching her boyfriend take orders from the eagerly watching crowd. He caught her eye and sent her a wink. She winked back at him, blushing as she did so.
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Vulnerability || George Weasley
Fanfiction"To share your weakness is to make yourself vulnerable; to make yourself vulnerable is to show your strength." Phoenix Lancaster is just as extraordinary as she appears. Being a muggle-born metamorphmagus, often meant her life was hardly quiet. But...
