We all nodded at each other and the decision was made. The rest of my day was spent with Fred and George. We hung out by the lake, they showed me some more of their ideas for pranks and I showed them some things I’d come up with in the journal they gave me. As the day wore on though, I started to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t understand why. I wasn’t scared really, it was more like I just knew something bad was going to happen. I tried not to show my apprehension, but I could tell from the looks Fred was giving me I wasn’t doing that good of a job. So when George was messing with Lee near the water and I was sitting with Fred closer to the willow tree, he turned and asked, "Blue, what’s wrong?" Not "is something wrong’ but "what’s wrong’. He knew me well enough to see I was anxious and while annoying at the time it was also strangely comforting.