Mayhem - G.Weasley

51. Twyla the Terrible

"I'm back from my little vacation baby. Miss me?"

"You were gone?" George folded his hands behind his neck.

"Funny as always Georgie." Twyla sauntered over to him.

Twyla O'Connor was the bane of Gryffindor. . . And George's off again, on again fling.

He finally looked at her for the first time since she spoke.

She hadn't changed at all.

Twyla was wearing her custom uniform, engraved with gold lettering. Actual, gold lettering.

Her hair was in a short platinum blonde bob and her dark blue eyes stood out amongst her smokey eye makeup. She covered up her face of freckles that George had always liked.

He always preferred girls in their natural state, but he couldn't not appreciate when makeup accentuated their features. But she almost always overdid it.

She was significantly shorter than George, almost annoyingly so sometimes his neck would strain having to look down at her.

Twyla ran a manicured finger over George's chest. He almost had the urge to smack it off of him. He especially, was not in the mood for her games. Not tonight.

The O'Connors were a prominent rich family in the wizarding community. They often pulled Twyla out of school for obscenely lavish vacations all over the world.

Just because they could.

Last thing George remembered was she had left at the beginning of the school year for Italy. All of her homework and lessons were delivered by owls for her to stay in touch with the curriculum.

George had actually liked how they left things between them.

They had both decided it was better off that they don't see one another, especially considering how much the O'Connors hated the Weasleys. Their relationship was always toxic, but neither could stay away. Twyla perhaps as a dig to her strict father. And George because. . . Well, he was lonely. And he couldn't ever get the memory of who she once was out of his head.

Before she started to fulfill her rich-bitch stereotype to the highest degree, she wasn't actually all that unbearable. She had first caught George's eye when they shared a potions class together. Then she opened her mouth and George was immediately off put. Twyla was one of the worst students he had ever seen. It's not because she didn't try, it was just because potions weren't her thing. Snape had asked—more like ordered—George to help tutor her. They spent agonizing months together trying to get her to understand the art of potion making.

At first they could hardly stand one another.

She couldn't stand him because of his status. And he couldn't stand her because she was shallow enough to care about those things. Even though he had wasted so much time trying to help her.

One night, George had met her at the library. Normally, George would have to wait at least an hour for her to arrive. But that night, she had beat him there. She had makeup running down her face as she had been crying. Twyla had just caught onto the fact that her friends would only follow her around because of her status. She had overheard them bashing her, confirming everything she ever feared about herself.

What had really sent her reeling, was Draco Malfoy. Twyla had the biggest crush on the Slytherin boy ever since she could remember. Her so-called friends were gossiping about how much Draco found Twyla annoying. And that he only entertained her because of her family's success.

George was the only one who told her like it was. The only one who treated her like a normal person, even if they did argue most of the time. He had stuck by her to help her pass potions, even though she was openly hateful towards him.