Chapter 322: Manipulating Muggle Officials
"Will seems to have made Sylvia upset again." Ginny was chatting away with relish to the other members of High Tower about the matter.
Ron's eyes lit up as he stuffed a large chunk of chocolate into his mouth. "This is way more interesting than Percy getting twelve O.W.L.s—though Mum was thrilled about that for a whole week."
Hermione looked up from a book thick enough to double as a brick. "Ron, don't talk about Percy like that, and besides, we shouldn't gossip about our friends' business."
"Oh, drop it, Hermione," Fred Weasley said lazily, leaning back in his seat and tossing a color-changing Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans in his hand. "This is the most interesting 'non-magical event' at High Tower this year."
George leaned in with a mischievous grin on his face. "And the target is Sylvia, Slytherin's ice-cold beauty. They say the guys chasing her in Slytherin could line up all the way to the other side of the Black Lake, but she never gives anyone a second look—except for Will."
"Do you guys want some cake?" At that moment, Neville and Hannah also entered the compartment. "What are you talking about? How did I just hear Sylvia and Will?"
"Tell us the details, Ginny!" Fred urged. "Fill them in too."
A few minutes later, everyone wore gossip-filled expressions, and Fred and George exchanged a glance, both wearing that "we've got an idea" look.
"Lads," Fred stood up and clapped his hands. "I propose—taking bets!"
"Bet on what?" Ron asked.
"How long Will and Sylvia are going to be at odds this time!" George said excitedly. "I'm running the book!"
"George, we can't gamble on our friends' relationships—" Hermione tried to stop them.
"Oh, don't be a spoilsport, Hermione," Ginny sided with