Fred And George Weasley Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Totally innocent…" Fred leaned in, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "Though for the record, if I had known you were my sister, I wouldn’t have gone around gushing about your crème brûlée skills like a lovesick chef." I gave him a slow, deadpan stare. Fred grinned. "What? It’s a very emotional dessert." Despite myself, I laughed. "You’re unbelievable." "And you’re genetically stuck with me now, so get used to it." I shook my head, still chuckling. "God help me."

I asked. “Slytherin.” I sucked air through my teeth. “I know, I know. There isn’t a witch or wizard that went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin but in my defense, not all of us are evil.” “Fair enough,” I said smiling. “So you're a nerd too?” he asked. “I guess I am. I haven’t read any of the books in so long though,” I replied. “That’s okay. We can’t all be perfect.” I laughed again

And yeah now that she mentioned, I'm interested in knowing too "You should practice the spell more often" He responded "What do you mean? Are you trying to say that I'm not good at it? Just so you know, I am a very great sorceress, and no one can break my spells except me" She informed proudly "Well then, maybe I know someone greater whom you don't know about" Arnold responded nonchalantly "That's impossible…" she couldn't complete her statement as Freddy interrupted “This doesn't make any sense,” Freddy said again. I was beginning to get worried

His fingers moved fast, mixing something thick and muddy in a glass cup. “Hello to you too, Zane,” he muttered, still focused. “And no.” My jaw tightened. “I need a new potion.” My voice came out harder than I meant, so I tried again, quieter this time. “Please.” Fred finally looked up, one brow raised like I’d just confessed something ridiculous. “Did the mighty King just say please? Wait—let me write that down somewhere. This is historic.” I scowled, but didn’t take the bait. “Fred.”

“Ah, yes. I do love to get people riled up. Who are we as humans if not passionate about something?“ George laughed, his eyes never leaving the bent steel spoon that I had set aside. “And you seemed a lot more passionate about that one small exchange over something as unimportant as werewolves, Zara,” he said, smirking at me with a wicked look that almost made me reach for a table knife and stab him right in the eye with it. “Well, that’s just me.” I shrugged. “Passionate.” “Yes, but about this in particular. Why’s that?” He asked, his suspicion starting to build up in his tone. “Father,” Deirdre called out to him in a warning tone.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re… actually amazing. You’re beautiful. It makes sense people want you. Unfortunately, it also makes sense that scums like me noticed too.” My mouth twitched in amusement, but I did my best to school my expression. “And people like Freddie too…” He shook his head. “We see someone good, and we think we can get away with playing games.” He looked over again. “You didn’t deserve that.” I stared out the window. “You think saying it out loud fixes it?” “No,” he said quietly.” Finally, we were at Whitney's. George parked the car in the parking lot and then we got out.

"But I have to be there, after all I'm the Headmaster, my boy, you…" Before he could continue with his grand speech, he was interrupted by bouts of laughter coming from Lord Ravenclaw's entourage. The 'boy' himself was looking at him amused, and even the ghosts around them were chuckling. The Headmaster is not amused, and frowns at the laughter. "Did you understand the joke, Fred?" "I did not, George. And I thought that we were the castle's jokers.."

They also had their card held up. “Jordan.” Kelly said and the whole room turned to see the woman in question blushing. Grinning, Jordan nodded. “My granddaddy always said it. My grandma was never sure if he was talking about being surrounded by the enemy or kids.” “Either way,” Charlotte laughed, “being surrounded simplifies things.” “How many more?” Someone asked loudly. “Someone is getting hangry.” Charlotte laughed and clicked the key on the computer. The program that Camille and Trevor had written for this, shuffled the quotes and pulled up another one. “Last one. Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae West.”

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

"If you push me too far, I’ll put myself back into hypnosis, and this time, even if my mom calls me, I won’t wake up!" "George!" Wendy glared at him furiously. "Stop making mistakes! Have you forgotten how kind Mr. and Mrs. Frost were to you when you were a child? They treated you like their own son! They made sure you went to the same school as the young master, and every year, they even hosted a birthday party just for you." "That was just to feed their vanity!" George retorted stubbornly. "How else would people call them saints? It’s all for show! Either way, I won’t betray my master. Even if it costs me my life, I won’t say a word!"