George and you, quidditch, love, and the beginning of another year at Hogwarts. I wonder how it'll go...
⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for y/n
I am not following the plot of any of the books. I wrote this storyline myself.
Jus...
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒹𝒶𝓎*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
𝕾𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟑𝖗𝖉, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏
⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊Transfiguration required a lot of note-taking. You sat beside Fred on your right, and Lyra sat to your left, every once in a while eyeing Fred. Your head was in the clouds as you fiddled with your quill. Professor McGonagall was writing furiously on her chalkboard about animagi, a required subject as she kept repeating how it would be on the end-of-year exam.
You felt a slight tap on your pinky finger, your hand was lying flat on your desk so you glanced to your right at Fred. He smiled and waved at you a bit motioning to something. You wondered what the hell he had wanted from you before you noticed the little hearts you had been continuously drawing as you zoned out.
You blushed and quickly scratched over them with more ink. Fred continued to prod at your hand but eventually gave up. Instead, he passed a small slip of paper to you, it read: 'Who were those for? ;)'.
You quickly scribbled back that it was for no one and the rest of the class you paid attention, as Professor McGonagall had caught your eye after you handed back the slip of paper to Fred. Lyra noticed this and shifted a bit at your side as you took notes again more hurriedly since she seemed about ready to erase the chalkboard for punishment because of you not taking notes and instead passing them in her class. She had yelled at the twins before because she did not tolerate funny business in her class. She didn't tolerate anything actually. Which was why the twins had resorted to note passing in the first place. Unless permitted or called upon, McGonagall had a strict 'no speaking' rule while she was teaching. This was one of the few note-taking classes at the beginning of the year before it was all to be practical hands-on spell-casting. Only theoretical homework was given thankfully.
⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊After successfully avoiding Fred's questions as you raced out of class and towards the library, you stopped to catch your breath while taking a seat at an oak table pushed against some bookcases. Two chairs were sat side by side, yet you were there alone. You gathered some parchment from the library's bookkeepers and began to write a letter to your parents that was overdue. You had promised to write them yesterday but the excitement of it being your first day made you forget about such a task.
'Dear Mom and Dad,
I hope that Lacey is doing okay, please take care of her and make sure she gets a bath. I could smell her on my way out the door! I hope you guys are also doing well and wanted to tell you about my first day!
