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I blinked, which took more effort than usual. All around me was a blue haze, it was thick enough where I could see in front of me, but barely. I tried to move forward, but it took effort, as if I was wading through water. "What's going on?", I called out. My voice echoed, as if I was standing over a large chasm. I moved forward, confused. "Hello?", I called out again. The only response was my voice reverberating.
I took a few steps forward, shapes coming into my sight. I looked around, realizing something. "I'm in the courtyard". A tinkling laugh sounded from behind me. I spun around and came face to face with, "Rowena Ravenclaw?". The regal woman in front of me smiled. "You recognize me", she said, her voice deep and serene. "There's a statue of you in our common room", I let out slowly. She looked as if I was seeing her from behind a screen, but I could still make out what she looked like. She was the spitting image of her statue, but now I could see her hair was deep black and her eyes were bright blue.
"Where am I?", I exclaimed. She smiled coyly at me, when I heard another sound. I spun around, seeing, "Fred?". He was sitting on a bench, his head in his hand. He looked up at the sky, letting out a frustrated sigh. I ran forward towards him, "Where are we?". Ravenclaw cleared her throat, "He cannot hear you". I turned to her, my mouth hanging slightly open, "What do you mean?". She smiled slightly, "It is interesting you see him". My eyebrows drew together, "What?". Ravenclaw was beginning to fade from view, as if she was being pulled into the mist. "Wait!", I called frantically, "What do I do now?". She smiled one last time, a smile that seemed so familiar, "Go to him, child".
It felt as if I was being wrenched upward and I gasped for air. My arm shot out, feeling the wall beside me. The dormitory was quiet, everyone around me was sleeping tightly. A cold sweat had formed on my forehead and my chest heaved. "What the hell", I muttered. What an odd dream. I suddenly remembered something, "Fred", I let out. Was he really out in the courtyard right now? There was no way, no logical reason why he would be when it had just been a dream.
But before I could stop myself, I was sliding out of bed and tiptoeing out of the castle and into the courtyard. I shivered, the large flannel not covering much of my legs. My hair was in a low ponytail and it swung frantically as I moved silently. When I reached the courtyard my mouth hung open. "How...", I breathed. Fred jumped, turning suddenly. His eyebrows raised and he stood. "What are you doing here?", he let out gruffly.
"I had a...", I started, "Never mind". I didn't want to come across as more of a lunatic than I'm sure I looked like. Fred rubbed his temples and looked at me for a moment. "How are you not bloody cold?", he suddenly let out, moving toward me. I let out a shaky laugh, "I am". He quickly removed his jacket, throwing it at me. I reached up, surprised, but caught it. I slipped it on. It was very big on me, falling past my hands.
I tried to ignore the way it smelled, but I couldn't. It smelled like fireworks mixed with with spiced sugar. Fred looked at me for a moment. "Sawyer, I'm sorry", he let out. "Oh", I said quietly, "It's okay". Fred walked over to me so we stood face to face. "I was just...worried", Fred said, as if every word was causing him pain, "I didn't want you to stop seeing me...and George if you went out with him".
I laughed. I couldn't help myself. Seeing Fred being so serious was just so different. "Stop laughing, arsehole", he said, narrowing his eyes. "I'm sorry!", I giggled, "That's just so absurd!". He shoved me jokingly, "Well I think you're absurd, prancing around in a flimsy flannel around the castle after hours". I rolled my eyes, "Well I didn't plan on getting out of bed".
"Mhm", he said under his breath. We sat down for a while and looked up at the stars. I told him the mythology behind a few constellations, but he couldn't seem to keep his eyes on the stars. He kept getting distracted, teasing me or thinking through spells. It didn't really matter though, all I knew was that I was glad that Fred Weasley was back in my life.
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Starlight// FW
FanfictionSawyer Foster loved rules. She craved the structure of the law, the security of knowing what was to be done. Her uniform was always put on perfectly, her black hair always in a tight ponytail at the top of her head, which could often be seen swingin...