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𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊

y/n's pov

i grab all of my transfiguration related books, as well as my notebook and my favorite quill, then quickly run out of my dorm and to the library.

it's already 5:07.

oops.

as i run down the corridor, i send cedric a quick text, informing him quidditch ran long, and that i am on my way.

he sends back an angry-faced kirby meme, informing me that it's fine, but that he'll hold it against me for eternity. i chuckle as i type back a response, before bumping into someone.

or two someones.

"y/n!" two voices cheer in unison.

i look up to find a couple of ginger beanstalks.

"hello, my favorite twins. what are you up to now that you're phone-less?" i question them as i walk backward to hear their response, continuing on my path towards the library.

"going to brainstorm some prank ideas with lee, need our revenge on snape," fred replies to my question.

he smiles with a wicked glint in his eyes, already having sinister ideas in his head.

"where are you headed, little l/n? and who's got you all smiley? you don't usually grin at your phone like that," george asks me.

he and fred exchange expressions of mischief and humor as they glance at one another. it brings me to release a small laugh before i reply.

to the weasley twins, anyone an inch shorter than them was considered little. they are very proud of their height.

"i'm texting... hermione... and diggory's tutoring me in the library. and i'm late." i begin to pick up speed, and the twins start shouting so that they can keep talking to me.

that technically wasn't a lie. i was texting hermione. just not when i ran into the twins.

"IF YOU HAD A DATE, WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?" george shouts, hands cupped around his mouth to increase his volume.

this obviously gains the attention of several students loitering around the corridors.

"SORRY TO KEEP YOU AWAY FROM YOUR LOVERBOY," fred continues, performing the same act as george, and drawing even more attention.

the pair giggle and high five one another.

i roll my eyes, but a laugh escapes my lips as i hold up my hand, my ring ringer sticking up at the two of them. they didn't deserve the middle finger yet.

i quickly turn around and sprint up the stairs to the library.

by the time i arrive, i'm out of breath. cedric stares at me amused from a table in the corner of the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"somebody looks tired," he jokes.

i collapse onto the seat next to him as he pulls out a flask of water from his bag.

i shake my head, and begin to pull out my books.

"drink it, you look like you're dying. i'm not carrying any viral germs or infections, i swear." cedric sets the water on the desk in front of us, hands raised in surrender.

i laugh at his defensive expression.

"what if i am..." i fake shock, pointing a finger at myself, and he slowly drags the flask away from me.

i lightly slap his arm in response.

"i was joking. bit weird of you to offer your water to someone you've known for two days, but you're the same guy who makes friends with people who smell bad. can't put it past you," i tut, then reach my hand out for the water bottle.