stardust ⋮ george weasley

sixty-four :

S I X T Y - F O U R

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On the morning of the first Quidditch Game, Adeline couldn't help but notice that the mood in the Great Hall wasn't bright and joyful as it had been in the past. Normally, both houses would be excited and even if they were nervous, they wouldnt care too much. Gryffindor especially would be so focused on beating Slytherin that theyd spend more of their energy trading insults with their rival house and getting hyped up for the game.

But even Adeline couldnt help but notice the tension in the air the moment she stepped into the Great Hall. She tried to keep a smile on her face as she walked in with her best friends, but the uncomfortable feeling just couldn't escape her no matter how hard she tried.

The sound of Ophelia commenting about Adeline's choice of sweater pulled her out of her own thoughts. "Interesting new sweater you've got on there," She commented with a laugh. "I think this the first time one of you aren't wearing my sweaters."

"It's a Gryffindor sweater! It's not like I'm still supporting you guys!"

"You've betrayed me. I'm never getting over this loss."

"These sweaters look the exact same," Adeline pointed out with a laugh.

"They are pretty similar," Melanie admitted. "But Adeline's just has 'Weasley' across the back."

With a grin, Estelle added, "Well, since it probably is her future last name, it seems only right that she starts wearing it now."

Adeline shoved Estelle lightly with her shoulder, but she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning at the thought of being married to George one day.

Meanwhile, George was beaming at the sight of Adeline approaching in one of his Gryffindor Quidditch sweaters tucked into a black pleated skirt and red and gold ribbons tied into her hair, and he immediately got out of his seat to jog towards her. Feeling a little more bold than usual that morning, George spun her around and then stopped her mid-twirl by wrapping his arms around her waist. "You look good today, Addie," He said before leaning his face towards hers.

The kiss got cut off before their lips even touched when George felt himself get shoved in the shoulder, breaking the kiss and knocking him out of his lovestruck daze. "Can you two calm down over here?" Fred questioned loudly. "I think you made Ophelia vomit into her pumpkin juice."

"It's no longer drinkable!" Ophelia yelled, raising her goblet in the air in an effort to emphasize her point.

"We didn't even kiss," George complained.

"And thank goodness for that," Estelle muttered, earning an eyeroll from Adeline.

"Let's just sit down and try to get through breakfast without you scarring all the first years," Fred said as he gestured towards the Gryffindor table. "You two can snog all you want after we win the game."

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The Gryffindor match, unfortunately, wasn't going as well as their games had been in the past. Ophelia, Angelina, and Katie had all been trying their best to keep the Quaffle out of Slytherin's hands, but it did little to stop the Slytherin's team from scoring on Ron. Ron had already been incredibly nervous going into the game, but the more the Slytherin's scored, the worse he got and the more he fumbled and let the Slytherin's points go up.

Of course, it didn't help that the stands of Slytherin's fans were now singing a song written by none other than Malfoy himself entitled 'Weasley is Our King', all being conducted by a fifth-year girl with short black hair and a sneer on her face.