𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱, fred weasley

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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
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-: sixth year :-

── IN WHICH THEY'RE CAUGHT

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"And what do you think you're doing out of bed?"

The stern voice made Fred and Elodie instantly fall silent, the hall once filled with giggles and quiet mumbles that resembled a hushed conversation stilled. 

The pair turned slowly on their heels, to see Professor Snape staring at them. The Slytherin head of house's eye flickered from the pair to the bag they were holding between them. 

Elodie glanced at Fred, his head shaking slightly in an effort to try and tell Elodie not to say anything. And she got the message, falling silent. She didn't doubt that Fred, after his many years at Hogwarts, was an expert at detailing just why he was out of bed, or just why he wwas doing a certain thing - he was a natural at that sort of thing. 

"Mr Weasley, what is in the bag." Professor Snape asked. Except it wasn't really a question, more of an order. It made Elodie's heart jump to her throat, because Professor Snape really shouldn't actually be looking at that, especially not when there were hidden alcohol bottles under the damp towels and a tightly folded piece of parchment that detailed the song that came from the egg. 

"Professor Snape, I don't really think it's any of your business." Fred replied. Elodie's eyes widened slightly. She knew that the twin could be a lot more.. cheeky towards teachers - but she hadn't expected him to be so open about it.

But they were rather drunk, and so that was that.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. It will be thirty if you don't hand it over, Mr Weasley." Snape droned, and Fred sighed, unhooking the material straps from his and Elodie's hands, handing it over to the teacher. 

"What will he do?" The Beaumont girl felt incredibly nervous as Fred returned to his position beside her. 

"Don't worry about it, love. He can't do anything - not to you anyway." Fred shrugged. "Besides, I don't suppose Madame Maxime would be very happy with him taking the egg. And you can talk back to him - Merlin I knew I liked you for a reason." 

"Thanks?" Elodie said, her eyes flickering from Fred, to Snape and then back again. "Do you think he can speak French or can I say rather unpleasant things to him?"

"Don't take it too far darling." Fred mumbled in return, but the look in his eyes. A smirk had appeared on his lips and Elodie watched as he followed Snape's actions. "Trust me, I would love to see you speaking French at the same time as insulting Snape, who knows what the git knows. God what am I saying that would be so attractive."

Elodie's lips curled up in a simialr smirk to Fred's as Snape cleared his throat, obviously wanting to get their attention. He was holding the egg in his hand, and the slip of parchment in the other. "I will be taking this for the time being. As for you two, Mr Weasley return to your dormitory and Miss Beaumont do that same. You may collect it in the morning."

"I don't think so." Elodie spoke up and already looking furious at her simply speaking up. "You see Professor, Madame Maxime won't be very happy when I inform her of what happened tonight."

"I don't suppose she will when she finds out you're breaking curfew either." Snape didn't seemed to change the tone of his voice, but something jumped in the emotions on his face.

"Oh she won't care. Why? Because of the egg you're holding. She won't appreciate a Hogwarts Professor taking the Beauxbaton's champion's clue. I don't suppose you heard about the Rita Skeeter incident?" Elodie said and Snape didn't reply. 

Not much more happened, but Snape placed the egg and parchment back into the bag, handing it back to the girl with a glare. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Return to your dorms." Snaoe said, before swooping off. 

"He officially hates me." Elodie mused, turning to look at Fred, who seemed rather speechless. "Calm down, Freddie. Don't want to get too excited in the corridors."

"You're right." He said, before taking her hand and pulling her forwards. "And just so you know, I don't have any plans of returning to my room yet."

"I hoped you would say that." Elodie giggled, the drunk confidence fading away into simply drunkness. 

And the happy couples continued like that, disappearing into the dark of the night.

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