"Who the bloody hell are you?!"
"The gingerbread man!"
"Oh we're screwed"
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[Book 1]
Mya Halliwell and Lea Scott were always diehard Harry Potter fans. They use to say up late on weekends binge watching the whol...
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"Expelliarmus!" Neville shocked the class- and himself- as he finally was able to disarm the dummy.
"Fantastic, Neville. Well done, man," Harry clasped his hand on Neville's shoulder proudly as the class cheered out for the boy.
"Wow, I never thought he would do it," Mya smiled as she clapped her hands along with everyone else.
"Love, didn't you just get that down last week?" Fred looked down at her with a smirk.
"Shut it Fredwerd," Mya narrowed her eyes at him.
"Hey, I'm just pointing it out," Fred raised his hands in self defense. "You're doing amazing by the way."
"Whatever," Mya mumbled as she walked away.
"You should be top of the class!" Fred tried to fix his mistake as he followed her around the room. "I'm sorry!"
If you're wondering if the two have gone official with the school, then you will be sad to hear that they have not. Because even though they have gone practically this whole first part of the school year with their bodies tied together... they were both sill chicken to ask the other. Simple words to most, difficult words to these two.
Their friends had a running bet to see when they would finally do it. While some, like Lea and Hermione, bet for the fun of it over the winter break, others like Ginny and Ron bet it would take them a whole year before the two idiots figured it out.
"So that's it for this lesson," Harry announced at the end of the class. "Now, we're not gonna be meeting again until after the holidays. So just keep practicing on your own as best you can. And well done, everyone. Great, great work."
After the meeting, everyone lingered around a bit. More than they usually did for their escape routes. Wanting to say a proper goodbye before the long holiday break apart.
Mya was talking to some kids as they were the last in the room. She laughed at a joke one of them told her before her eyes caught something in the room. Rolling them, she said a quick Merry Christmas, before excusing herself to take care of the two ginger trolls that didn't seem to get the hint Harry was trying to give them.
"We've been thinking," Fred held out his Skiving Snackbok for Harry to see.
"We could always slip Umbridge some Puking Pastilles," George picked up the little devilish treat.
"Or Fever Fudge. They give you massive, pus-filled boils-OW!"
"Come on boys," Mya had taken reached up and grabbed Fred's ear. She was going to grab George's, but she didn't want him to lose it yet. "Say goodbye to Harry."
"Bye Harry," The twins repeated as Mya shoved them out of the room.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Fred kept repeating when Mya had not letten go of his ear yet. "This hurts you know!"
