Vulnerability || George Weasley

Unpredictable

The next few weeks past in a haze and October brought rain and harsh winds. Phoenix and the other sixth years found that they all had a mountain of homework, every week they had a minimum one or two pieces of extra work for each and every single one of their subjects. Not only was it their extensive amount of homework but their classes had proven to be challenging. They were now expected to be using nonverbal spells in all of their lessons and most still mumbled incantations under their breath.

Fred and George had managed to create even more mayhem around the school; they had managed to flood the Slytherin common room, transfigure twenty seven chairs into sheep and let them loose in the Great Hall at breakfast and fill several of Filch's folders with Stinksap in their free periods.

As the weekend of Angelina's birthday arrived, Phoenix, Fred, and George were found in the Library. Phoenix, finishing her Transfiguration essay and Fred and George, making paper airplanes fly around the room.

"Why did you come to the Library with me if all you are doing is making airplanes," said Phoenix, looking up from her essay to the airplane that had just hit Cedric Diggory on the head.

"Well we didn't want to stay in the common room," said Fred.

"Because Hermione will be begging us to join S.P.E.W." said George, looking at the S.P.E.W. badge that Phoenix had on her bag for the reason that she only took because she wanted Hermione to stop pestering her about house elves.

"And Lee is in detention," said Fred.

"Wait," sat Phoenix. "Lee has a detention and you don't? It seems you two have certainly changed your tune."

"My dearest Phoenix," said Fred casually, flicking his wand so that another paper airplane flew high in the air, "Our tune will always be as it always has been."

"Lee got a detention in Muggle Studies and we're not in that lesson," said George.

"What did he do?" said Phoenix.

"He asked if Muggles had bigger breasts or not," said George, the corners of his mouth twitching. Phoenix laughed and Madam Pince shot her a disgusted look.

"As always, Lee's never ending charm," she said. "Why don't you annoy Angelina and Alicia then?"

"We just wanted to spend time with our best friend. Is that such a crime?" said Fred, looking at her incredulously.

She smiled at this and shook her head. "Of course not."

"Are you looking forward to tonight then?" said Fred, finally putting down his wand and looking down at Phoenix's essay.

"Keep your voice down," whispered Phoenix, looking around at the other students and Madam Pince, who was looking over Ginny's shoulder as she studied. "We don't want loads of people to find out."

"Sorry," whispered George.

"But yes I am looking forward to it," she said quietly. "We're going to do it in your dormitory if you don't mind."

"Why?" inquired Fred.

"Because," whispered Phoenix. "We can't do it in our dormitory because boys can't come up there."

"Come on Pixy," said George airily. "You know we don't care if we break a few rules and you have been in our dormitory loads of time."

"But you literally can't go up to the girls' dormitories," Phoenix said. "The founders considered boys to less trustworthy than girls so they put a charm on the staircases to prevent them from entering."

"Boys can be trustworthy," said George defensively and Phoenix laughed, quieter this time as Madam Pince prowled closer to them.

"Really? How long have you known Lee?" Phoenix whispered, her voice shaking with quite laughter before returning to her essay. "Merlin knows what he would do if he ever saw one of our bras on the floor."