She was a misfit, he was a git.
Matilda Diggory enters her fifth year of school, ready to remain as under the radar as possible, only there's a catch. She's somehow managed to catch the eye of a particularly annoying redhead, who seems hell-bent on...
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The morning of her first day of exams, Matilda woke up feeling as though she barely slept a wink.
She turned her head to look out the window, seeing the orange tinge of the sky and the early morning rays glistening against the Black Lake in the distance. She could imagine the sound of birds calling to each other, water splashing as ducks spread their wings, the slight wind rustling the leaves on the trees. The sweet sounds of summer.
Sighing to herself, Matilda slid out of her bed and reluctantly got changed into her school robes silently. The other girls did the same, each of them too occupied with revising topics in their heads to acknowledge the other.
Matilda was done first and left to the common room where she found Fred and George leaning against the sofa, presumably talking about something amusing as they both had smiles on their faces.
"How can you be so happy on exam day?"
The two of them turned their heads in her direction and Matilda felt her nerves ease as Fred grinned at her.
She had come to terms with liking his company — but there was a voice in her mind that wouldn't stop whispering that she was putting her secret in danger by accepting friendship. As much as she wanted to believe Fred would understand, nothing was ever certain, not with that temper of his.
And that was terrifying to her.
"Hello? Earth to Matilda?"
She blinked rapidly, bringing herself back to the moment. Both Fred and George had their faces up close to hers, making her step back.
"Yes. Hi. Hello. Sorry, what did you say?"
"We asked if you were heading down to breakfast."
"Yeah, I was." Matilda shoved her hands in her pockets. "Wanna join?"
Fred grinned, ushering out the door and into the corridor. "'Course we do. Big day ahead means a big breakfast."
"You always have a big breakfast, Freddie," George said.
"Okay, but today it'll be bigger. Like Ron sized breakfast."
Matilda frowned, "He doesn't eat that much, does he?"
The twins raised their brows.
"Does he?" Matilda repeated, though this time she sounded less confident.
"You watch him at dinner tonight, Tilly," George said, smirking. "I could almost bet that the chicken wings will be gone within ten minutes because of him."
"Why only almost bet?" Matilda questioned, jumping over the invisible step as they made their way down the Grand Staircase.
"Beef casserole," the two of them replied in unison.
"He would eat all of it?" Matilda asked incredulously.
