"You're fucking ridiculous," Aurella grumbled as she walked beside George toward the massive arena that had been set up for the first event.
"You're fucking ridiculous," George mocked under his breath.
Aurella scoffed and tightened her grip on his hand until her nails were digging into his freckled palm. After two weeks of this nonsense, and despite agreeing to get along, they were no closer to actually succeeding. It was a fortune that both Fred and Kira knew, or else it would be even worse.
"Aren't you two just so sweet," Fred cooed. He was walking beside George, his cantering walk identical to his twin. Now that she and George were dating or in a relationship or fake dating or whatever you wanted to call it, she couldn't stop herself from noting tiny differences between the twins, whether it be a freckle on George's cheekbone or the slightly differing shade of eye colour. It was enough to make her wonder how she hadn't noticed these differences before.
Beside Aurella, Kira snickered. "Going to convince everyone with that act." Her friend's English was becoming much more clear as the weeks ticked on, and though her Italian accent lingered, it was becoming better. Aurella wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do with a Gryffindor Quidditch chaser that Kira seemed to be growing attached to.
"I'm sorry," George spoke slowly, over-enunciating his syllables. "I won't make fun of your accent anymore."
Aurella scoffed, digging her nails in once more before she let go of his hand. So what if everyone realized it was a facade? She'd do anything to get away from this asshole and back to the normalcy of Beauxbatons. What she wouldn't give to look at Henri and have the reassurance that everything was all right.
They joined the long stream of students heading into the arena, a blend of colourful uniforms and pins. Aurella could make out a few Beauxbatons students ahead of them, wearing casual clothing underneath long black cloaks they must've smuggled from Hogwarts students. Aurella herself was wearing one of Mrs. Weasley's knitted jumpers for George. She hated to admit that the soft blue fabric was cozy against the crisp fall air-- even if the blaring yellow 'G' made it more than clear what she was wearing. George had insisted on it that morning, claiming that they needed to show everyone they were involved.
The students formed a bottleneck heading into the arena and Aurella shuffled, glancing around the area. There was a loud clamour of excitement in the air as students prepared for the first event. Aurella scanned the area, craning her neck to see if she could see Henri's dark hair anywhere.
"Stop looking for him," George hissed. His long fingers intertwined with hers, and for a brief moment, Aurella couldn't help but wonder what they felt like on other parts of her body. "You're going to make it obvious."
Aurella rolled her eyes but stopped looking around. They were approaching the gates.
"Aurella!"
Aurella turned, frowning. Across the way, she made eye contact with Charlie, who was standing near the edge of the stadium, a tall woman with dark hair and a lean muscular figure standing next to him. Charlie beckoned her over.
Her eyes widened. "What is Charlie doing here?" She asked George.
George followed her gaze and frowned. "I don't know. In his last letter, he was in Romania working at capturing dragons."
Aurella shrugged and moved towards Charlie, unintentionally tugging George with her. "Maybe this event has something to do with dragons."
They picked their way through the crowd, leaving Fred and Kira behind. As they approached, Charlie eyed their twined hands.
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Flourish and Blotts//George Weasley
Fanfiction"I don't know what we are now, and I don't know what we are going to be in the future, but I do know that I want you with me, no matter what we are." It was finally supposed to be her year. Aurella de Clare had the specialization she wanted, the bes...
