Let's SEE What Happens

"Okay, okay, enough joking around...hmm, let's see what's in store for Pugface, er, Pansy...HAHAHAHAHA oh bloody hell. This is going to be wicked. She's going to ask out Goyle by spring, and get a load of this...HE'S GOING TO SAY NO!"

As Fred finished, he sank from his bed and joined his brother on the floor, rolling around with fits of laughter. Both boys had decided to put off even their work for their joke shop aspirations for a bit of fun. Since they saw it would be going in a good direction anyway, they decided it wouldn't matter.

George sat up and said, "Woo, okay, it's my turn. Let's see, who should we See about now? Hmm...oh, how about our dear old Ronnie poo...JUMPING HIPPOGRIFFS!...I dunno where or when, but he's going to try to ask out a veela in front of a crowd of people and get shot down. HAHAHA, can't wait to see the look on his face!"

Both brothers began to giggle uncontrollably again, however just then, Fred's face turned to an expression of utmost horror. George, taken aback answered the look with, "do you See something Fred?"

Fred, trying to imagine what made him think about it, replied hurriedly, "oh...um, it's just...I was thinking about how Harry liked Cho and Seeing if they'd end up together, but I saw something that just couldn't be true....I dunno...maybe my Seeing's a bit dodgey..."

George focused on the issue and became startled with a disturbing image himself. "You didn't see....a maze...Harry and a...dead body..."

Fred and George exchanged grave looks and decided not to focus on it any longer. Anything containing serious issues, they decided, was no area for them to be concerned about.

"Let's focus on ourselves for a bit..." George finalized awkwardly. "I guess I'll go first," he started again, since Fred decided to stare at him like a flake. "I'll see about your love life, because you need a girl, mate."

Fred shot George a vexed look before George closed his eyes to concentrate. "Hmm, what's it gonna be...WELL, WELL, WELL! Looks like you're in luck, mate. By seventh year, you'll snag yourself a looker!"

"WHATS-HER-NAME-WHAT-DOES-SHE-LOOK-LIKE" Fred spat out in one breath. He was hoping it might be Alicia Spinnet. "Is she from Gryffindor?"

"No mate, it looks like either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Definitely NOT Slytherin. I can't tell who she is, but I can see she has brown curly hair....I think her eyes are green...a bit short, but is still built nice. Good job, mate, don't think I could do any better!" As George finished, Fred gazed into space trying to see if he could see her more clearly than George. To no avail, he saw exactly what his brother saw. Then something struck him.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I remember something about Seeing that Trelawney taught us," Fred began as George's jaw dropped. "She was saying some rubbish about 'A Seer's life is that of many troubles...we see clearly the fate of others, but our own is hazy as to not give us advantages over others in the journey we call life." George giggled a little bit at Fred's uncanny Trelawney imitation, but nodded his head in affirmation.

"Yeah, I remember that too. Jeez, we really need to stop paying attention in class, mate. We're going to turn into Grangers," said George as he looked in the mirror, "I think my hair's getting bushier already."

*****

"...Think he's going crazy. What a nutter," finished Ron as Fred broke his concentration, realizing he had been staring at the pumpkin juice pitcher all of dinner. Ron leaned over and asked, "Are you back with us now, Freddiekins?"

George laughed and said, "Give it a rest, mate. Obviously he has his mind on other things." At that, George motioned toward a girl sitting at the Ravenclaw table that looked strangely familiar...