Time Is Galleons

Louise and I were taking George and Fred up to the hospital wing. George and I were walking in front of Louise and Fred. She was panicking about Fred's white hair and beard. I, on the other hand, was laughing with George. He thought he looked quite hilarious.

George smirked down at me and turned around so he was walking backwards and in front of me, "how sexy do you recon I look?"

"Quite sexy. That beard," I pointed to it, "right there — it's unbelievable how sexy it is. And the white hair, it's the biggest turn on I've seen."

"I would have to agree with you there. But I don't think it looks that great on Fred. He can't pull it off like I can."

"That's rubbish! Everyone knows I'm the better looking twin. You lot don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come off it, Fred. Even Abbie agrees with me."

"Of course she does, you pillock. She obviously fancies you. She has for the past what? Two years?"

"I-I have not! I. . .I don't know what you're t-talking about!"

George looked down at me — I wish he didn't; I was blushing furiously. My eyes slowly travelled up into his greens hues. He lifted his eye brow twice before I swatted at him. That stupid git. I couldn't help but to laugh. "I missed that cute stutter of yours," his smile only began to get larger until Fred spoke up.

"Oi, Abbie. So who was that Beauxbaton boy flirting with you?"

George's eyebrows knitted, "he was flirting with you?"

"No, he was not. He was introducing himself to me and asking how you guys were planning on trying to pass the Age Line. His name is Léon. He's a nice guy." I folded my arms over my chest and blinked up at George. I had a feeling he was getting mad.

"Yeah, I bet the bloke's a really nice prat until he tries to get in your pants." He huffed before turning around and walking further away.

I slowed down so I could walk with Louise and Fred. "What's got his wand in a knot?"

"He obviously doesn't want some other boy flirting with you, Abbie." Louise shrugged, gripping Fred's hand. Fred smiled at Louise before he slugged his arm around my shoulder.

"Don't worry, mate. I don't really think he's mad at you. I think he's more mad at the Beauxbaton guy."

"Léon."

"Er. . .yes, Léon."

We all — George eventually joined us again — walked into the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was over at a bed, attending to some girl from Ravenclaw. Personally I never met her. Only thing I knew about her was that her last name was Fawcett. I couldn't help but to giggle — to see a white, long beard on a girl. . .that was just too funny. Madam Pomfrey turned her wand from her and looked up at us. I don't think she realized we were there till I was snickering quietly.

"Did you lot using an Ageing Potion?"

"No, we just magicked our hair and faces to do this —" Fred smirked quite broadly.

"—Because we thought our girls would fancy it if we looked this way."

"Very funny." Louise spat before looking at Madam Pomfrey, "yes, they used Ageing Potions."

"Alright, this way."



The next night at dinner, we sat at the Gryffindor table and the boys were back to normal. No more white hair and no more beards. They were back to being gingers once more. I loved their ginger hair. It looked so cute on them. Léon was sitting with us instead at the Ravenclaw table. He said all the girls were getting too giggly for him. He sat between Hermione and I. Hermione seemed to think he was nice — he flattered her as much as he did me. George still didn't like him one bit. Hell, George even pulled me closer to him and wouldn't let me move from where I was. Fred started to like him — until Léon started flattering Louise, of course. I'm pretty sure he's just trying to be nice. But, boys being boys, they haven't realized that yet.

Once our plates were cleared and wiped clean, we turned towards the front of the room. When I turned, George was behind me. He pulled me closer until my back was against his chest. He leaned in, closer to my ear, and whispered, "After this, want to sneak down to the kitchens? I can hear your stomach growling from here. We could get you some cake probably. You need it anyways. How much do you weigh now? Sixty?"

"I weigh eighty-two, thank you very much."

"You need to eat more."

". . .I eat as much as you and Fred. And you lot eat as much as Harry's Uncle Vernon, I bet you."

"Probably." This was the last thing George said before Dumbledore, Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch started talking.

In just moments, we'd find out who was the champion from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and most importantly to us — Hogwarts. Léon was beaming towards the Goblet of Fire. He had informed me that he actually entered the tournament and was hoping to get in. I patted him on the shoulder, still leaning against George and whispered a good luck to him.

The first one to be called from the Goblet was Fleur Delacour. Léon sulked and looked back at his plate. He started speaking in French. Only thing we could understand was Fleur's name. I don't think he was too happy about Fleur being champion. He told Hermione it was probably because she was Madame Maxime's favourite student. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look as she comforted him. Ron didn't look too happy at this, but it didn't take him long to get distracted by Fleur. I was really starting think that Ron fancied her a bit. The next one to be called out was Viktor Krum. Alot of people were cheering, the Durmstrang students, the Slytherins and any other student that was a fan of his. it was cool that we had a famous Quidditch player at our school. The next one to be called was that pretty fagot — Cedric Diggory. The twins and I booed. We really didn't like him much at all. He was a show off and nothing more than a pretty face. In fact, I didn't really even find him that pretty.

I turned around to talk to George now since the Goblet was done.

"Why the hell was Cedric chosen? What's so special about him?"

"Honestly, Abbie, I don't know. Someone from Gryffindor should've been chosen — we're braver, no?"

"Obviously. But whateve—"

There was a loud noise. The Goblet of Fire was flashing a different color than the blue. It was red again. Was there a mistake? A paper came shooting out from it — a fourth. . .champion? In the Triwizard Tournament?

"Harry Potter. . ." Dumbledore said a little bit on the quiet side before saying it loudly once more. "Harry Potter!"

All of our eyes shot over at Harry. There's not way Harry would've put his name in the Goblet. Harry didn't want all that fame. I know he didn't. I was talking with him not that long ago about his fame and he told me that in all honesty, he wanted to be normal — no fame.

Hermione pushed Harry slightly, "for goodness sake, Harry. Get up."

I caught a glimpse of his face as he got up. You could see the utmost horror in his face as he got up and walked towards Dumbledore. There was no way that he actually put his name in there. You could see it in his face; pure surprise.

After Harry was gone, Ron looked furious. "I can't believe Harry would put his name in there! And not tell me! It's unbelievable!"

"Ron," I turned and looked at him, he was sitting next to Louise. "Harry didn't put his name in the Goblet."

"And how do you know this?!"

"Harry told me if he could, he wanted no fame. Why would he do something to get more fame?"

"Plus, Ron, did you see the look on his face! He was obviously surprised that his name was in there!" Hermione started to look at furious as Ron was.

"Yeah, surprised he got away with it!" That was the last thing Ron said before storming out of the Great Hall.