It Doesn't Matter How Old You Are

"Man I love the food here!" you said grabbing one last helping of roasted potatoes and chicken. "Shhh....Belle, Dumbledore is going to speak." Ginny said giggling. So Dumbledore got up and gave his usual speech about the school and how we have a new Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher (again). He informed everyone about the dementors being around and searching for escaped murder Sirius Black. After the feast, everyone headed back to their houses where I met back up with my boyfriend George Weasley and his twin Fred. "So, Belle, how was -" Fred started to ask/say. "-your summer?" George finished for him. "Great, yours?" I replied. We talked until we got to the portrait of the fat lady. "Quidditch" said Fred. The portrait swung open and all three of us went in and talked on the couch for a bit. Fred decided to go talk to Lee while me and George continued talking (with the occasional kiss/snog thrown in) when I noticed that a face appeared in the fire.