In an Instant // ᵈʳᵃᶜᵒ ᵐᵃˡᶠᵒʸ

rotten bloody luck

It seemed the whole world was buzzing with excitement as snow piled down on the ground on the evening of October 31st.

I sped out of my piano room towards the great hall; I had gotten so caught up on a song that I had lost track of time, until I realized there were only twenty minutes until we were supposed to be in the great hall to see the names pulled out of the goblet of fire.

I turned a corner quickly, my shoes almost slipping on the floor—

"Damnit!" I yelled as I tripped over an outstretched foot and pitched forwards. Just as I was about to face-plant for the second time this month, a pair of hands pulled me upright followed by loud laughter.

"George!" I hissed, whipping around and hitting him on the shoulder. "Are you trying to bloody kill me?"

"Why's it always me?" He laughed, "how do you know Freddie here wasn't the one to trip you over?"

"My hand had easier access to you. And besides, Fred would never."

Fred laughed, ruffling my hair. "That's my girl."

"Tut- tut," George shook his head, "such a Slytherin."

"What can I say? The sorting hat had its reasons." I rolled my eyes, turning to continue walking, as they got up and fell into step on either side of me.

"So, who do you reckon will get chosen? For the tournament, I mean."

"Obviously Diggory for Hogwarts. The bloke won't stop bloody talking about it." George muttered bitterly.

I smirked, bumping his shoulder playfully. "Better him that you! Heard about your little stunt to put your name in the goblet. Didn't work well, did it?"

"It was Freddie's idea! You know, we really thought it'd work."

"Oi! My idea-"

"No need to fight over it, ladies. It's not that big a deal. Besides why would you want to enter a tournament like that anyways? There's been deaths in it before." I shuddered, not wanting to think about one of my brothers in the tournament.

"That makes it all the more fun, Giggles." Fred winked, earning a murmur of agreement from George.

"You are both idiots."

"But your idiots!" They grinned, draping their arms over my shoulders.

I laughed, "My idiots."

"I thought I was your idiot?" The three of us turned to meet Draco's smirk, his head cocked to the side in question.

"Think we should leave the lovesnakes alone, what about you Georgie?"

"Fred!" I hissed, lashing out to slap his arm, which he evaded easily.

"Violence is not the answer, Giggles! And try to keep the snogging to a minimum, will you? It's bad enough you're associating with the bloke."

"You know, sometimes I really, really hate you." I reached out to hit George's chest, and he easily ducked down under my arm and quickly walked towards the great hall with his brother.

"Love you too!"

I rolled my eyes, turning back to Draco with a guilty smile. He only smirked even wider, sauntering over to where I stood.

"Mi stai già sostituendo, belle regazza?"  He asked, tilting his head and smirking cockily.

"Uh... okay? What's with the French?"

"Non è Francese, idiota. È Italiana, chiaramente. La lingua dell'amore. Mais je peux aussi parler Français, si vous préférez."

"I have no clue what the bloody hell you're saying." I peered at him, my eyebrows knitted together in unimpressed confusion.