𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲-𝐨𝐧-𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 [ george weasley ]

➵ six | powerful

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𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘-𝐎𝐍-𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄
chapter six ─ powerful
(with a little bit of tender)

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SEPTEMBER BLED INTO OCTOBER the way a tortoise might move across a vast desert ─ slowly, well aware of the world's vendetta against it. In the same way, Heidi was soon beyond convinced that the world was out to get her.

Tutoring George Weasley turned out to be even more work than she had expected ─ which is saying something. She soon discovered that George Weasley wasn't held back by a lack of talent or natural aptitude ─ he was held back by his own inability to care. They met up once a week in the library for an hour. George spent this hour complaining. Heidi spent this hour counting her blessings, trying to maintain some hope in the world.

Surprisingly, Heidi's favourite part of the week soon became her DADA lessons with Alita Byrnes. Of course, this was because her teachers had become depressingly serious now that 'O.W.L.s were upon them', and each hour spent in class felt like a day. In contrast, Alita created rhymes for jinxes, mnemonics for hexes, and a song for magical beasts with verses added each time Lupin brought another one into class. In return for her tutoring, Alita had made Heidi promise to punch Percy Weasley, should he ever require a good socking.

Heidi didn't tell the twins about this. They would inevitably ask for the same promise, and Heidi wasn't forgiving enough to make them promises yet.

Heidi's other favourite part of the week soon became Wednesday evenings ─ Lydia had prefect duties, Angelina and Alicia had quidditch practice, and Heidi had the dorm room all to herself.

The Weird Sisters blared out of Alicia's wireless, Heidi nodding her head along with the beat as she scanned a copy of Witch Weekly. Pure bliss was the term that came to mind.

Naturally, pure bliss never lasted long at Hogwarts. Heidi was simply grateful that Lydia was the first back, slow smile spread across her face as she unpinned her prefect badge and flopped backwards onto her bed.

"Jules and I are going to be married," Lydia said. There was a beat of silence. Then, Lydia shoved her face into her pillow, screamed, and sat up again.

"He's asked you already?" Heidi asked, brow furrowed. "Wait, are you guys dating?"

"Oh, no, he doesn't know it yet," Lydia said calmly, changing into her pyjamas. "But he asked if I wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him sometime."