Twin flame - Fred Weasley - Order of the Phoenix

real friends

playlist for this chapter

real friend - camilla cabello

look what you made me do - taylor swift 

heather - conan grey

"This one is kind of cute!" Angelina says and grabs an orange diary from the table. The shade of orange is warm, like a beautiful sunset. It has some sort of drawing of a three on it and a cat. The lines of the drawings are black and it looks like the cat wants something from the three. It's weird, not cute but I smile politely. "I can totally see you writing in this one: dead diary, today I punched everyone and their mothers in the face and I sucked their blood and performed a ritual to the devil..."

"Angelina, what the fuck?" I say and laugh. "Is that what you think I do in my free time?" I ask and she nods with a smile on her gorgeous face. I've never talked to her before and it's such a shame, she is the sweetest badass I've ever met. She plays quidditch in the Gryffindor team and apparently, she's really good. She seems to be pretty close with the Weasley twins. I am a little bit suspicious of her; She is too kind for my liking. She seems genuine though and the boys like her but they are hanging out with me, so what does that tell about their taste?

"Well now that I think about it, it does kind of make sense. Sort of. But no, that one is ugly. I hate orange and red, ugliest shit ever."

"Why, because they remind you of the greatest house on earth, also known as Gryffindor?" Lee asks behind my back.

"No, I just hate orange and red." I look at the notebooks in front of me and grab the purple one. The covers are made of velvet and it has a small silver lock. "But this one... this one is amazing".

"Oh, you're writing a book? How to make everyone's life fucking bullshit and torture people with just being alive?" Fred Weasley asks. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. Violence is never the answer... Violence is never the answer... Violence is never the answer... Violence is never the answer... Violence is never the answer...

"Well, at least I know how to spell my own fucking name." I roll my eyes and start walking toward the cashier until I notice a little green necklace. Each has a small silver letter. Very elegant. "Cute," I say to Angelina. "It's very pretty."

I pay for the diary and follow her footsteps to the next shop. When we enter the candy shop I see a familiar face standing next to the wall. Tim.

"Hi..." he starts his sentence all happy and excited but stops talking when he sees who I am hanging out with. I've been doing my best to avoid him. We do talk daily but I just try to desperately dodge him as much as I can. I have terrible regrets about our kiss because he got so attached. He started to behave in such a weird way, it was just easier to turn around at the smallest sight of him. "Let's go the get some better beers". He says and smiles brightly. I turn to Angelina and just when I am about to say no, Fred walks in and softly pushes me closer to Tim.

"Funny, because literally, this morning miss Black asked about you!" A deep blush covers my face when I turn around to face Fred Wealey. Oh my god, I am going to punch him, forget what I said earlier, violence is always the answer. I am going to hit him in the face and kick his balls back inside his body. I glare at him, panicking, but Angelina is fast.

"I'd love to go for drinks, Carmen? I'll pay the first round, you cover the second one." She grabs me by the hand and starts to drag my body to the pub.