This Can Never Be Real || George Weasley

Twenty three

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐯

"Hello class! How are we all?" Professor Diana Toller said. She smiled brightly to the class. There was a chorus of hi's and good's as we watched her walk to the chalkboard. "Brilliant. My summer was great. Enough of that, an on to what we will be doing." She used her wand to write notes on the chalkboard.

Verse 1.

Chorus.

Verse 2.

Chorus.

Bridge.

Chorus.

Once the words were written out, Professor Toller turned to us. "This is the structure I want you to use for the assignment this term. You will write a song that you will play in the class in our last lesson before the Halloween Feast."

We all exchanged excited and nervous glances, immediately beginning to group or pair up.

"Hold on, hold on,@ Professor Toller said. "There will be no groups or pairs. This is an individual assignment. Your piece can be instrumental, vocal, or both."

Pulling out pieces of parchment, I began to got down songs I could use for this. I could easily play, because of how many songs I had written and composed in my free time, but I felt as if I hadn't done so in ages.

George was sitting right next to me, and I noticed he hadn't written anything. He was dtaring out into space, his leg bouncing up and down.

"What're you thinking about?"

George turned to me, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, eyes diverted away from me as a flush crept up on his cheeks. "Nothing, really. Just thinking about someone."

"Oh?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Who might this someone be?"

George looked away, writing down notes on the parchment in front of him, blocking it from my view. "None of you business."

"I'll make it my business."

"You can try."

"I will."

"Fine."

"Fine."

There was a beat of silence and I growled.

"Why can't I know?!" I whined, stopping my quill and leaning against the back of my chair, looking around at the class. Everyone was all chatting away, so one was paying attention to our conversation.

"Because I don't have to tell you."

"Yes you do. I'm your best friend."

Georges laughed and he said something under his breath. I thought it sounded like 'that's the problem.' but I shrugged it off.

"It's not even like she feels the same way," he said.

I turned to him, his eyes still focused intently on the paper in front of him as he wrote. "How do you know?"

"Because there is no way someone like her could like someone like me."

I scoffed. "Yeah right. Anyone would be out of their mind not to like you. I'm sure if you asked she'd say yes."

"She wouldn't."

"You never know."'

"I do know! I'm quite aware of how she feels toward me."

I looked at him wide eyed. I didn't expect him to be so annoyed. I knew that I had pressed too far, and decided to turn back to my work, an uncomfortable silence calling between us.

I was too busy writing down lyrics for my song to notice that the bell rang, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"It's lunchtime," George said, fiddling with my book bag strap. "C'mon. I'm starving."

I smiled gratefully and began to walk down the hall with George. The silence felt wrong, so I was about to say something when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

I whipped around to see Jacob, and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"Hey!" I said.

"Hi, Zell," he smiled. "I was thinking after dinner could study in the common room if that's okay with you?"

I smiled and nodded. "That would he great, Jacob."

He smiled and we stocked away to Care of Magical Creatures.

"Alrigh' everyone," Hagrid said, coming out of his hut. "Follow me! I got a good lesson for yeh today!"

He led us near the edge of the forest and around a paddock, with nothing inside.

"Gather 'round the fence here!" He said. "Now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books."

"How can we do that?" Katie asked. "They keep biting us."

Hagrid looked crestfallen.

"Yeh've got ter stroke 'em, o' course," He said, taking Katies book and stroking its spine. The book made a strange noise and fell open, lying quietly in his hand.

"The whole time I just needed to pet it?" Katie cried. "Thanks Hagrid!"

"Now turn ter the page abou' Hippogriffs," Hagrid said.

I loved magcal creatures, so I took the book and stroked it softly, going to the page about Hippogriffs.

"Hippogriffs?" I asked, squealing. "Oh Hagrid, you're my new favorite teacher!"

Isa and Katie burst out laughing.

"She's mighty excited, isnt she?" Hagrid asked, chuchkling as well. "Now-- come ou' Buckbeak!"

From the back of the paddock, a large creature came out toward us. It had the body and hind legs f a horse, but front legs, wings, and head of a giant eagle. The taons were enormous and probably deadly.

It was beautiful.

"Hippogriffs," Hagrid roared happily, "Beau'iful aren'they?"

"Amazing," I said, staring at the creature in awe.

"So," Hagrid said. "The firs'thing yeh've got ter know abou' Hippogriffs ere; Don't never insult one, 'cause it ight be the last thing yeh do. Yeh always be polite, see? Yeh walk towrd 'im, yeh bow, and yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed to touch him. If he doesn't bow, then get away from him quickly, 'cause his talons hurt."

He looked at us excitedly.

"Righ' who wants ter go first?"

"Five galleons Zell will volunteer," George whispered to Fred, which made Fred nod. "Deal."

"Me!" I said, my hand shooting up in the air.

"Alrigh'," Hagrid said. "Easy now, Giselle, yeh've got to have eye contact, now try not ter blink...Hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much."

I slowly bowed down to Buckbeak, heart rate accelerating.

I was looking intently at Buckbeak, and suddenly, relief flooded through me.

Buckbeak bowed back.

I heard my classmates cheer and moved to pat Buckbeak on the head.

"Good job Giselle," Hagrid said, clapping. "Er- back to the castle, everyone! Class dismissed!