Anna Jane Mcxandra, a bright witch. She goes to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry at the age of eleven and meets the Weasley twins. Eventually she becomes best friends with them and at the start of 5th year realises that she have feelings f...
Anna grabbed a dress and a pair of shoes from her closet, clutching them to her chest as if they were armour she wasn’t ready to wear. She slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her with a soft click that echoed far louder in her heart than in the quiet room.
She stood before the mirror, fingers curling around the edge of the sink, staring at her reflection as a heavy sigh spilled out of her. 'What am I doing?' The truth pressed hard against her ribs, the only reason she dreaded the New Year party was because she couldn’t bear the idea of seeing George with Darla. Not tonight. Not when every part of her longed for him in a way she could no longer deny.
Slowly, she undressed, letting each layer fall to the tiled floor. She slipped into the dress she had chosen formal, elegant, but not too much for her comfort and smoothed it down with trembling hands. Then came the makeup. Twenty-five long minutes of carefully blending, brushing, colouring… almost as if painting strength onto her face.
At last, she slipped into her sandals and stepped back to face her reflection one more time. Her breath hitched. She looked… beautiful. Truly beautiful. A small, hesitant yet proud smile curved her lips. For a moment, she forgot her fears and simply admired the girl in the mirror, confident, radiant, breathtaking.
But reality returned as her hand reached for the doorknob. She twisted it slowly, her heart sinking. This was the last thing she wanted to do, to walk into a night she wasn’t ready for but what choice did she truly have?
Fred was perched on her bed, bouncing his leg impatiently, waiting for her with all the theatrical impatience of someone who had been there far too long. When he heard the click of the door, he shot to his feet.
And then he froze.
Anna stepped out, framed by the doorway, wearing an elegant black dress that hugged her curves with delicate precision. Her black heels clicked softly against the floor as she moved. She didn’t just look pretty, she looked mesmerising. There was an undeniable sophistication in the way she carried herself, an effortless grace that demanded attention.
Fred’s eyes widened slightly. Her pink glossy lips, transformed her soft, gentle face into something dazzlingly ravishing.
For a heartbeat, even the air seemed to pause, taking in the sight of her.
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"Woah, Anna…", Fred actually gasped, his jaw dropping as he took in the sight of her. "You look stunning. And that dress, Merlin, you look absolutely resplendent".
He sounded almost offended by how good she looked, as if beauty of this level required a warning beforehand.
Anna’s cheeks warmed instantly. "Thanks, Freddie", she murmured, blushing at her best friend’s rare sincerity.
Fred smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. "George is going to lose his bloody mind".
Just like that, her smile faltered. Her heart dipped. The name alone was enough to summon the image she dreaded most, George… with Darla clung to his arm.
