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"This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea." George mumbled throughout their hike, a muggle flashlight in hand. They knew that their father had somehow taken their wands in their pretend nap, for some reason, he must have forgotten that they were still underage.

Fred and George crept through the busy campsite, most of which, the people were getting ready to go to the stadium. Fred couldn't wait much longer, and decided to do it a couple of hours before the game started.

Go to the tent, somehow persuade Florence to come out, have Fred talk to her. It seemed like a really, bloody easy plan. But was it, really? George doubted that for sure, and had expressed it multiple times during their walk, hoping that somehow it would get through to Fred before they even arrived.

"How is this any different from our countless after curfews adventures in the castle?" scoffed Fred, who was getting annoyed with his brother's repetitive mumbling, "Pipe down, will you?"

"Okay first off, must I remind you that we're not worrying about that warty old Filch catching us, right? This is Florence—"

"You're making it sound like she's dangerous. Are you actually scared of her, Georgie?"

George's cheeks flushed into a light shade of pink, "Not scared, per say. But admittedly, Freddie, she is scary when she needs to be. And I don't want to get on her bad side."

Fred chuckled, "You're already on her bad side."

"Yeah. Thanks to you, tosser. You could have just told her how you felt and everything would be sunshine and rainbows—" Fred clamped a hand over his mouth, cutting him off.

"We're here." said Fred, seeing the familiar Alexander Haddlowe outside, sitting crisscross on the grass in a serene manner.

That was until he had spotted the both of them, making him topple over in his franticness to get up. And when he did, he wasted no time going up to them.

He was essentially a couple of inches taller than the two, not exactly towering over them, but just enough to slightly look down at them.

"What in Merlin's name are you two doing here?!" he reprimanded in a harsh whisper, arms folded over his chest in displeasure.

"I need to talk to Florence, mate. Please just persuade her to come out for a couple of minutes. I just want to explain." said Fred, only to be promptly turned down.

Alexander chucked hollowly, "Uh, no. I don't bloody think that's going to happen. She's mad at you, what part of that do you not understand?"

"I understand that, I bloody do, okay? That's why I'm here, so hopefully I could explain and so she wouldn't be mad at me anymore."

"Couldn't you have just waited until we got back to Hogwarts to do that? Why here?"

George nodded in agreement, "Well that's what I told him. I would be enraged if he listened to you though.... Jealous, more like."

"Why don't you go play Romeo for someone who gives a shit?" Alexander sighed, "Because Florence doesn't want to see you."

Both Fred and George stared blankly at him, clearly not getting the reference that he had said.

Alexander rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious, you two best head back to wherever your tent's at. If she comes out I'm going to look incredulously guilty."

George's eyes flickered to the entrance of the tent, eyes widening as he did so, "You spoke to soon, mate."

Florence stood there, slowly making her way towards Alexander. She held a tense expression on her face, "Why are you here?" she said, addressed to Fred, obviously. Nicolai came out moments after, a toothbrush still jammed inside her mouth.

She and Alexander shared a look, before she spat the toothpaste out of her mouth.

"I–I just want to talk, Florence, please? I need you to hear me out..."

For a moment everyone looked at Florence, who was thoroughly considering it in her head. Nicolai held her toothbrush tightly in her hand, waiting for her friend to speak.

'What the bloody hell is this' she mouthed to George, who surprisingly understood, 'I did my best to stop this. He wouldn't listen.' he replied.

"Then talk." said Florence, gesturing for him to do so, "Otherwise, you're wasting my time." she finished tersely.

Fred looked around awkwardly, "I was hoping we could talk somewhere discreet?"

Florence nodded, much to everyone's surprise, "Okay." she said, and she and Fred detached themselves from the others.

George stared at the two, "Did that just happen?" he asked to no one in particular, Alexander nodding absentmindedly, "To be honest I was expecting something more....dramatic..."

"And violent." George added

"That's the thing. She can be bloody unpredictable when she wants to." said Nicolai.

"Well doesn't really guarantee Fred's safety for sure. She could be plotting his death at the moment" said Alexander.

George shook his head, before looking at Nicolai, "Ten sickles says Fred's getting snogged." he said.

"Ten sickles says he won't get snogged and will return with a swollen purple eye," replied Nicolai, making George snort.

The two of them shook on it. Alexander sighed audibly, "Horrible. You two are awfully horrible."

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"So," said Fred, as soon as they were standing under the shade of a tree. Florence's face was barely visible from the dark, the lights from the campsite barely illuminating her face.

"So? You tell me what you came to say." She said, arms crossed defiantly, as an indication that she was still going to be closed off, even with whatever she was going to say.

"You know what I'm going to say. I've said it before."

Florence frowned at this, "Yes, I do. But you're supposed to say it rather than have me recall it because you said you wanted to talk, not to play a memory game."

"Because," Fred started, "I know that it wouldn't even mean anything if I said it again."

"Then why bother? You're obviously wasting your time, and mine." she said, refusing to meet his intent gaze, "And the game will be starting in awhile..."

"Florence, please," he said, taking her hand in his, Florence yanking it away almost promptly. Fred looked hurt, but proceeded with what he was going to say, nonetheless.

"I know I made you feel stupid, I know what I did was stupid. But I'm telling you—had I known that you felt that way I would of have done differently."

She looked at him, his eyes filled with sincerity, all though something was preventing her from just burying herself in his arms.

Florence remained silent, which scared Fred, but the silence also urged him to keep talking.

"I think the reason why I did what I did was because I was scared. I—I didn't know how you felt, I didn't either by that time. I knew it was actually something. But I couldn't really point a finger on it. And now I do—I like you, Florence, I really do, possibly from the moment I got you in to detention..."

"That's not true," she said simply.

"Yes it is." Fred insisted, "I know it is. I was just so engrossed in admiring how feisty and smart and beautiful you are that It was enough to distract me from sorting my feelings out. The girl I talked to on the protean, I liked her more than I did with you. And knowing that you and her were one and same, you could just imagine how much I regretted screwing things up..."

"I forgive you," Florence said, in a barely audible voice that Fred somehow still caught amidst the noise from the distance. His eyes lit up, and he was so ready, so ready to put his arms around her.

"...But you screwed it over so bad, Fred..." this wiped the smile off of his face, "You think I didn't like the guy that I talked to, too? I constantly thought about him, I lied a few instances to my friends for him.."

"I know it may not seem like much of an issue but to put it frankly, I have never liked someone as much as I liked you, or my protean buddy." she said, voice cracking.

"So I forgive you... but I don't think that I have the heart to just let you pick up from where we left off. I don't think I even feel that way anymore, not after what happened."

Lie! Florence's thoughts screamed at her in a disgusted way, Why are you lying to yourself?!

"I'm sorry too," she said, "but our talk's over, I guess."  She refused to look him in the eye properly. "The game's starting in a few minutes. You and George might as well go back to your tent to prepare."

And with that, she turned away, making her way back to her tent where George, Alexander and Nicolai were sitting crisscross on the grass. They scrambled back up to their feet as they saw Florence approaching, however grew disappointed as Florence passed them, going straight into the tent.

"I swore I saw her knuckles red. Hand over the sickles, Weasley." Nicolai nudged George who scoffed.

"No one but you saw it. We need a more solid proof. And besides, you might just be making it up, Clearwater."

Nicolai frowned, "Now why would I do that—?"

"Guys!" said Alexander, startling the two out of their growing squabble, he looked perplexed, staring at the direction where Florence headed, "The two just left it on a bad note, obviously. Could you two stop gambling for one second and comfort the people that needs to be comforted? George, I'm sure your brother would need you right now."

George nodded in agreement, Nicolai calling him out before he got too far, "You still owe me the sickles if your brother has a bruise! You be honest now!"

"In your dreams!" he called back, before quickly making his way over to his brother who looked sullen and sulky at most.

"You okay, Freddie?" he asked, patting him on the back as they started back towards their tent.

"Obviously not," he retorted.

"Well what happened there?"

"She basically said that she's forgiven me... but doesn't think everything could go back to the way it used to be..." Fred mumbled.

"....Aw, cheer up, brother. I'm sure she doesn't mean it. I heard half the time girls don't mean it when they say that."

He raised a brow at his twin, "And who told you that?"

"Lee," George shrugged, making Fred chuckle, "You know he just says that to make himself feel better when all the girls he likes rejects him, right."

"I know that. But it's a very optimistic outlook, don't you think? That's what you need right now. No need ti be sad, not yet, we have a Quidditch game to watch."

"I don't think I'm even up for the festivities anymore," he said truthfully.

"A load of waffle, that is!" George exclaimed, draping his arm around his brother's shoulder. "You'll have a massive great time and you know it."

"Yeah," he mumbled, smiling a bit for the sake of it, "Yeah you're right."

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