"You daft fool!" George yelled, eyeing his brother incredulously as he paced around their small room at home. Fred was sitting guiltily on his bed, as there wasn't much that he could really do at the moment.

The seemingly small row that Fred and Florence had on the train remained a mystery for a couple of days. Fred refused to talk about it, but George found his ways into getting his twin brother to talk.

And when he did find out, well, the way George found out was the worst timing of all.

Unaware of George's oblivion about their whole plan exploding at her face, Nicolai had immediately sent him an owl, expressing how distraught she was with everything.

And so George, not understanding a single thing on Nicolai's letter, had demanded Fred to spill the beans.

And so there they were. Fred was currently being reprimanded like an eleven year old boy and felt helpless about it. Not by his mother, no. But by his twin. Imagine that.

"You told Jordan and I that you two talked? Why all the waffle, Freddie? What possibly made you think in shambles and to lie to a Ravenclaw?"

"It was stupid..." Fred mumbled.

"Well I'm glad you figured that out! A little late yeah, but atleast you did. You don't lie to a Ravenclaw, Fred, you bloody learnt that the hard way."

He sighed, "I know, but believe me I regret almost all of it... I didn't really mean for it to go down that way—"

"Well just so you know, Florence isn't speaking to Nicolai... I hope you realize how big of a damage that shitty lie brought down—"

"Merlin, George, stop guilt-tripping me, will you?"

"But you deserve it," he said pointedly, plopping down beside him, "You really upset her, you know. Said Nicolai."

"I know..." Fred murmured yet again.

"Now even if we clearly think the same why, I have no idea why you bloody did that. I mean, it's obvious that she likes you, and you like her. What else was holding you back?" George rambled.

He frowned, "No she doesn't."

"What?"

Fred huffed, "Florence. She doesn't like me, well, not in that way, for sure."

"Are you kidding me right now?!" George breathed out, frustrated. He had stood up once more, and was making clenching hand gestures in hopes of showing how frustrating it was. "What made you think that she doesn't like you?! She basically told it to your face!"

"I must have misinterpreted it. There are tons of ways you could like a person, Georgie, not just romantically. Besides, I thought she fancied a bloke like Jeremy Stretton or Roger Davies—"

"Stretton? Davies? So that's it, you lied to her because you were being an insecure wuss?"

"I wasn't insecure because of her Quidditch Teammates..." Fred scoffed, "I-I just thought I wasn't good enough for her—I don't know, believe me I'm confused."

"Sounds exactly like being insecure." George muttered bitterly, receiving a glare from Fred.

"I've sent her an owl though."

"And you think there's even a chance that she's going to answer it?"

He shrugged, "I think so. She didn't really give me time to explain... And she doesn't seem like someone who wouldn't hear someone out."

"Well if you didn't do what you just did, you wouldn't really need to owe anyone an explanation." George muttered bitterly.

Fred threw his hand up exasperatedly. "There you go again."

"What?"

"Guilt-tripping me!"

"Well, once again, you deserve it!"

Their row was cut short as their bedroom door was thrown open, an annoyed Percy popping out, "Could you two pipe it down? Someone is actually trying to get into a good job for a successful future, you know? Not everyone is ambition-less in this house." he snapped critically.

"Oh don't bore us to death, Perce," yawned a voice, a head of long red hair coming in to view. Ginny had practically shoved the angry soon-to-be Ministry Worker out of the way, entering Fred and George's room.

Percy did nothing but scowl at them, before leaving the room no less annoyed that he was when he entered. Both Fred and George looked curiously over at Ginny.

"And what made you think that you're allowed in?"

The young girl shrugged, "I don't know, maybe because I chased the Blubbering Butthead out of your room. I deserve a pass at least.

She walked over towards Fred's bed, plopping down, "You know you should really change your curtains. They look a bit dusty."

"Ginny get out," George sighed, "We have important matters to discuss, twin confidential."

"Yeah I figured," she said, "Errol came in with a few letters by the way. Mum's swearing like she's on firewhiskey because the bloody thing crashed in to her apple pie."

"Letters?" Fred repeated, his attention finally turning to Ginny, "Are there any addressed to me?"

The twins stared hopefully at Ginny.

"Hmm," she began, finally getting up from the bed and sauntering to the door, "No, they were just Ministry letters. Some for Percy, others for dad..."

Ginny saw Fred's expression fall.

"Bet you thought they were from Florence, huh?" she winked, "Not that twin confidential if someone could so easily eavesdrop, huh?" Ginny said one last time before disappearing out of the room.

"Ginny!"

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Looking through a pile of muggle books that his great nan owned before was one of the best decisions that Alexander made so far in his summer vacation.

Curling up in the couch and reading old English that he couldn't quite understand, he was content.

Until the sound of his fireplace practically exploding had disturbed him from his tranquility.

He was blown out of his comfortable position as he recoiled, peeking from the back of his couch to find a dusty Nicolai standing among the ashes.

"Merlin, Nic! You could have sent me an owl before you flooed here to my house!" he reprimanded as the brunette dusted her clothes.

"Hey, your mom said that I was welcome any time. Remember? Asher's birthday? Third year?" she said, "What, so no nice to see me, then?"

"It isn't nice to see you," said Alexander, "because one—I'm still mad at you. And two, you could have flooed in on me naked."

Nicolai raised her brow, "Why would you be naked in your living room? You have a bloody big window and I don't think you're one to scandalize."

Alexander rolled his eyes, "You know that's not the point, right?"

"I know." she grumbled, "But I need some parchment, and bad. I ran out. Florence hasn't replied to anything yet."

Alexander scoffed, standing up from his seat, "Well I suppose my house was closer to you rather than Penelope's room, yeah?"

"You know she doesn't like giving me anything. And besides, she's packing them away for her stupid move."

"Where's she going?"

"To North America.... New York I think? I didn't really listen in that much when she was talking about it during breakfast. So can I borrow some parchment off of you?" she inquired hopefully.

"Fine," he said, seeing as he didn't really have much of a choice, "But it doesn't mean that I'm not mad at you anymore, alright? Nothing changes it."

"Yeah, fine. But that wouldn't really stop me from trying to make things better between us." said Nicolai, who headed for the stairs.

She knew the house too well, running down the halls with Florence and Xander during their 1st year, and then the second, and then the other years following after. It had been Christmas break, and Adrianna hosted a sleepover for the three.

Asher was much too young, a really fussy and easily irritated toddler. And at some point during the nighy, Mrs. Haddlowe would go up to tell them to keep it down a little bit.

Mr. Haddlowe made the steak and sauce for Nicolai, and always looked forward to it whenever she and Florence would visit. The Haddlowes and Mrs. Price were like an extended family to her. She loved them just as much as she loved her own.

Xander had been the first person that she met on the train. Nicolai had wanted nothing more but to slip out of the compartment that she shared with Penelope and her much too perky peers.

She bolted out of the compartment so fast that she collided quite hardly with the blonde boy. Nicolai had accidentally elbowed Alexander in the eye on their first meeting.

They met Florence a little while later, at the boats. The poor girl was a crying mess on her first day. It was the three of them and a little mean Scottish girl together in the boats, sailing across the Black Lake with a tiny lamp to illuminate their way.

The other girl had been gloating about having a father to the extent where Florence suddenly dissolved in to tears. Alexander decided to give the 1st year Florence (who he barely even knew) some justice by tripping the Scottish girl as she went up to put the Sorting Hat on.

And when the three of them found themselves at the same house table, they knew that it was the start of a great friendship.

They did almost everything together—except detention. Nicolai was the one who mostly got in to trouble, Xander one time when he took the fall for her during second year, and Florence just recently with the Weasley twin incident.

Countless memories of sneaking in to the kitchens for Florence to bake. The elves were generous enouh to lend them the kitchen, and in return they would give them some of the pastries.

Their friendship for the past five years has been nothing but laughter, expressing strong care towards one another, playful disses, sitting together in dead silence to finish up homework and many other things that came with a rare friendship that clicked very easily.

And Nicolai knew that she wouldn't let anything ruin that friendship—especially one of her stupid actions. No, she was going to try and sow it back together at all costs.

"It's eerie how you always know where to look for my supplies when I change it almost every year." said Xander as he stood by the doorway, watching Nicolai sift through his stash school supplies.

She successfully retrieved a roll of parchment, smiling, "What can I say? Friends have good instincts."

"You're going to have to try really hard with this one. Florence felt really bad about you lying to her." Xander said, crossing his arms.

"I'm aware." she mumbled, "I will do just that."

He nodded knowingly, "Good," he said, as if having nothing more to say.

"Is Adrianna still home?" asked Nicolai out if the blue, Xander nodding, "She's in her room. Why are you asking?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to say hello for awhile... May I?" she excused herself, exiting the room before turning left. Adrianna's door was slightly ajar.

She could hear slight talking, not Adrianna's voice. She saw an envelope with the Ministry stamp hovering infront of the blonde girl. It must of have been important.

"....Quidditch World Cup......accomodation for you and your conpanions....."

Nicolai immediately bursted in to the room, startling the older Haddlowe. "Agrippa—! Oh, Nicolai, I didn't know you were coming by."

"Hey, Dri," she began, "Could I maybe, ask for a favor?"

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a.n: HELLO GUYS I'M SUCH A CRAPHEAD WHEN IT COMES TO UPDATING. You see school just started, and it takes quite a lot of effort in adjusting to a new school. In a new town, In a new state, In a new country. And not to mention a new education system lmao American Education is so confusing for me.

-Denise