On the night of the yule ball Katie Bell has mixed feelings and flashbacks.

A short poem I wrote when I was bored. It starts in Fred's p.o.v then switches to Katie's ten back to Fred's

Fred and George shared the dream of owning a joke shop and being world-renowned pranksters and it just happened that Katie Bell shared this. Though Katie was younger they became fast friends after Fred pulled her hair on the train to her first every time at Hogwarts. This is a story of the summers at the burrow and how Ron always seems to come in at the wrong time.

A short one shot told from George's perspective on Katie Bell