I can't. Ever since the other schools have arrived this morning I can't seem to get anything done. People are everywhere constantly! And it doesn't help that everyone thinks that our "guests" are the coolest people to ever come to Hogwarts.

"Why can't I walk down the halls without bumping into someone?" I ask, annoyed.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." George starts,"I consider it be lucky running into one of those Beauxbaton girls."

"Oh yes, those girls are really really-" Fred starts but I cut him off.

"Really really what now, Fred?"

"Uh, really female like."

I give him a questioning look,"Really female like? So does that mean I look manly?"

George laughs at his brothers stupidity as Fred tries to cover up what he said, "No! You're lovely! You are! What I meant by that was-"

"Oh stop it already. You're just making things worse for yourself." I scoff. Fred then walks in uncomfortable silence between George and I.

"But honestly I am serious. There's people everywhere and I keep bumping into people. Sooner or later I'm going to lose it." I huff in frustration.

"Lose what?"

"Do NOT push me George. I'm serious."

"Oh how could I forget? You're never one to joke around."

"Fight me." I poke out my tongue at him then continue to walk. After walking for a few minutes I stop.

"I forgot where we were going." I say sheepishly.

"Lunch (y/n)."

"Already?! Gosh I don't even remember going to class..."

"You didn't."

"Yeah, you slept in."

"How'd you even forget that?"

I try to think back and remember that but for some reason I can't. "Hm. I can't remember that either."

"Yo Fred, I think your girl is losing it."

Fred shook his head,"Like we have room to talk."

"True..."

I shake my head, "No guys I guarantee you it is just my lack of rest this past week and a half- or so..."

"It's been much longer than that. All you care about these days are your books." Fred says in a let down tone.

"Yeah, hate to say it but you've turned into Hermione."

"I sincerely hope there is nothing wrong with that." Said a bushy-haired girl as she approached us.

George smacked his face in annoyance. "Literally everything that has to do with you, Ron, or Harry- one of you is there to hear it."

"Well pardon me for 'always' walking in on your ridiculous gossip." Hermione says with a sarcastic voice, " Oh but no offense to you (y/n)."

"None taken."

And with that she turned down the other hall where she found Harry and Ron sitting by a window.

"Those three are always together." I say.

"Annoyingly enough." Fred remarks.

"No really guys, I don't see anything wrong about it. Do you think anything will ever split them apart?"

George scoffs at my last comments, "That is very unlikely. I feel like the only thing to split them up would be death itself."

I smile to myself, "I'm sure a lot of people say the same about you two you know."

"Yeah but that's different." Fred says.

"Yeah, Fred and I here are twins. So that makes it okay."

"So you have to be twins for it to be okay to hang out with someone a lot?"

"Not what we meant." George facepalms.

"Related then?" I ask.

"That makes it better I guess." George says as he pulls out an orange from his bag and throws it at Seamus.

"What the orange?!" Seamus yells as it hits him.

"Haha...what a little git..." George then laughs quietly amounts himself.

"Oh you two are real mature..." I smirk.

"Oi now, it's not like you're perfectly mature yourself now either!" Fred tells me as I begin to walk faster, "-and why are you walking so fast?"

I spin around on my heel and start to walk backwards, "I gotta eat fast so I can make a quick stop at the library!"

"Ugh again?! (Y/n) this is the fifth time this week, and it's only Wednesday!"

I laugh as I spin back around and face the crowed, "No my dear Fred, it's Thursday. And this is actually my sixth visit to the library!"

I here Fred's quickened footsteps behind me as he tries to catch up- failing due to the amount of people in the hallways.

"Exactly my point! These trips are getting really excessive."

"Okay tell me how to spell excessive and I'll call it off." I say while glancing over my shoulder at him.

"(Y/n)!!" He shouts as two people cut him off and he's stuck behind.

"I will see you later then! You'll know where to find me!" And with that I walk into the dinning hall.

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"Six-hundred and fifty two...Six hundred and fifty three...six hundred and fifty four-" Fred counts as I read to myself.

"Six-hundred and fifty fi-" I slam my book closed causing Fred to flinch and slide off the table.

"Is it so much to ask for some quiet time to read?!" I ask.

"I wasn't bothering you was I?" He asks back with a mocking smile.

"Noooo, you were just making me lose my trace of thought. And what exactly were you counting anyways?"

"Every time you blinked." Fred says, trying to hold in a laugh.

I roll my eyes. He can be bored yet easily entertained so easily. Wait did that even make sense..?

"Why don't you go find a book to read or something?"

"I don't know what book I want to read," he whines.

"Well go look around and pull up anything that looks interesting," I say as I slowly open my book back up again. "But please try to be quiet about it."

He then leaves; finally giving me peace and quiet. So I am able to start my reading again.

I start to look through books on the shelves farthest away from the history of Magic ones. Because those are the worst...

I pull out like five but they all look boring so I throw them out the nearest window.

The fault in our moons by Green John, no. Convergent by Monica Roth, nope. Fifty shades of black, actually maybe...nah. Zach the Movie? That one sounds interesting I'll put that in a maybe pile.(a/n: oh yes I did! XD)

I throw all the ones I don't want till I come across one that catches my eye.

"The Adventures of Scott Brady? I wonder what this is about-" I open the cover to find a description but what I found was so much better.

I shut the book and ran back over to (y/n), getting "shhh-ed" like twenty times.

"How did you already find one?!" I ask, a little disappointed that he didn't take very long.

"Yes and look at the picture on the inside!" He smiles as he opens the front cover of the book revealing a terrifying picture of a bald, scientist- looking man, riding a white tiger while holding a spear.

"Why would you curse my eyes with such a thing?" I ask with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"It's funny. He looks like one of those me. You'd find in one of Ron's posters!"

"One, he looks psychotic. And two, what kind of posters does Ron have exactly..?"

"Oh you know. Those kind."

George then enters the room with (y/f).

Both of which seemed to be short of breath.

"Now Fred, I had just gotten a brilliant idea!" George exclaims.

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