As the Second Wizarding War ended, many students decided to go back to Hogwarts to finish their studies. Anne-Leigh Conway was one of them.
While she attempts to come to terms with what's happened, she gets entangled in an effort set forth by Headmi...
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Chapter 4: Blueberry Blues™
Leigh didn't expect something big and...tall...to stand in her way as she turned left after walking down the last steps of the staircase leading from the Headmistress' office.
She stopped straight in her tracks, only centimetres away from the obstacle in front of her. She looked up, only to be faced with the view of Fred Weasley looking down at her. God, he was tall. The white shirt cladding his upper body was surprisingly white, even up close. Fred raised an eyebrow as he gazed down at her her. "Not looking where we're going, are we?" He said in a soft, yet melodic tone.
Leigh cleared her throat and aptly took a step back, using the palms of her hands to straighten out her robes, as if they for some reason had gotten wrinkly in the kerfuffle. Heat rose to her cheeks as she realised she had stood way too close. "Sorry," she mumbled before quickly stepping aside to walk past Fred, and George who stood a few metres to her right.
However, as she started walking down the corridor the two of them followed, walking on each side of her. "You're not trying to avoid us, are you?" George spoke, studying her with playfully squinting eyes.
Fred hummed in agreement to her left. "Staying with McGonagall longer in the hopes we would have left."
"Not to mention attempting to rush away from us right now," George chipped in.
Leigh sighed, yet not stopping in her tracks. It felt ridiculous walking around the castle with the two of them towering at each side of her. "I wasn't rushing." She insisted.
George looked over at Fred, "She wasn't rushing she says. What do you think Freddie? Do we believe that?"
Fred shook his head, again looking down at her. "Not for oooone minute."
She stopped in the middle of the corridor, placing her hands on her hips, her notebook still in hand. In hindsight it felt unnecessary to bring - no notes had to be made in that short (and frankly, disappointing) meeting.
"What do you two want?" She huffed as she eyed them suspiciously. She had never been able to read them properly. Although she doubted few people could.
"Oh nothing really..." George trailed off, eyes drifting off down the corridor before his gaze returned to meet Leigh's. "Just your ultimate approval and promise that you won't rat out our best products to McGonagall."
Leigh rolled her eyes. "I will be doing no such thing. Some of your products are straight up dangerous and they don't belong on school grounds at all."
George looked like he might say something truly stupid next, and her suspicions turned out to be correct at he out of nowhere shoved his bottom lip out in a pout. "Pleeease." He insufferably dragged out the word. As he saw Leigh's unphased and unimpressed expression he stopped the act, and looked at his brother in defeat. "Wasted a perfectly good pout for nothing."
