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FRED WEASLEY WAS the last person anyone expected to find in the library on a particularly snowy day in December — without his twin, nonetheless. However, there he stood, his warm brown eyes scanning over a book about the history of magic. It wasn't his choice to be reading such a dull and boring material, but his and George's extracurricular activities, that may or may not involve pranking the first year Slytherins, had meant he was dreadfully too far behind on his studying to be anywhere else. His brother had in fact meant to be with him as he, too, was behind, but rather chose the company of Katie Bell instead of himself and A History of Magic by Adalbert Waffling.
After deciding that his eyes would surely fall out if he stared at the book before him for any longer, Fred let his eyes wander around the library, which for the most part was empty as everyone else had the right mind to be participating in snowball fights outside. His eyes moved to the window, where he could gaze down at a group of Hufflepuffs making snow angels and looking like they were having the time of their lives.
Because they're not stuck in a bloody library, Fred thought snarkily to himself.
The sound of an overly obnoxious laugh caught his attention, and Fred turned his head to see a familiar Ravenclaw sitting alone at a table opposite him. Emilia Gleeson wasn't someone the ginger haired boy often crossed paths with, and he had only talked to her a handful of times when she had caught himself and George creeping through the corridors whilst she was on perfect duty. She seemed unaware of his stares as she devoted her attention to the book she held. Fred couldn't make out the title, but was suddenly curious as to how a bloody book could make someone laugh so loudly.
Deciding his mind needed a break from the torture he was putting it through, Fred stood up and walked over to the prefect, who had still yet to notice his presence. He settled next to her in a flash, and allowed a mischievous grin to settle upon his lips. She had certainly noticed him then, but still chose to focus on her book rather than him. An overly dramatic sigh left his lips and he was quick to pluck the book out of her hands, a chuckled escaping at her doe eyed expression.
"Gleeson, what book could you be possibly be reading that made you cackle like an old crow?" He flip the book closed, careful to keep a finger lodged between the pages as to not lose where she had been, "Much Ado About Nothing? Merlin's beard, Gleeson! What're you reading this rubbish for?"
"It's not rubbish," Emilia snapped, snatching her book back, "And I'm surprised you even know what it is."
"What do you mean?" Fred looked offended, his heart pressed against his chest, "I know what a book is!"
"You know, I didn't think I'd have to deal with you during day hours as well as night," She scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Why are you in here anyway? Don't you have some first years to torment?"
"What else you got?" Fred asked, ignoring her question a grabbing the book that she had placed to read after, "Quidditch Through the Ages? Blimey, I don't think I've ever even seen you at a Quidditch game."
