"Thought you could do with a Laugh"

38. Rictusempra

Draco stormed down the corridor, furious at himself for having lost a Quidditch match to Potter again. Then, he heard someone exit a classroom behind him.

“Rictusempra!” said a male voice.

The blond gasped as a tickling sensation overwhelmed him, trying desperately to retrieve his wand from his Quidditch robes. Owing to the involuntary convulsions his body was having, this proved to be rather difficult.

Finally locating the magical instrument, he muttered a counter-curse and swiveled around to find a chortling pair of Weasleys.

“Thought you could do with some cheering up, you know, after the match,” one of the twins said. Draco wasn’t sure which one, though – they looked the same to him.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, though, I probably wouldn’t have seen the snitch if it had been circling my head, either,” the other one added, and with a laugh, they both vanished into the classroom.

Draco turned back to the route he had previously chosen with a snarl of anger. He didn’t need reminding that this match had been a perfect rerun of the one in second year.

Except this time there’d been no rogue Bludger to break Potter’s arm.