𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, Fred Weasley (eng)

2. "You were too afraid..."

Say it's been a long six months
And you were too afraid
to tell her what you want, want

And that's how it works
That's how you get the girl

"FIRST STEP: BE REMARKABLE." It was the first thing Fred heard while entering the dormitory.

Fred had not expected to find his dorm room in the state it was in after his last class of the day. When he nudged the door open, he was met with Amalie and George, along with a giant whiteboard covered in inconspicuous scribbles and drawings.

The drawings were George's work, Fred noticed.

"And what is this?" He asked, throwing his backpack on the bed and looking around the dormitory for the other boys who shared the dorm with him and George.

Along with Fred and George, Lee Jordan and James Davis slept. Despite both being quite nice, the twins preferred to talk to Lee, having more in common with him than with Davis.

Amalie alternated her gaze between him and the board, looking at him as if he were dumb.

"You are dumb." She verbalized.

"No?" Fred said, unsure.

"I wasn't asking, Fred." Stone replied to the boy who was looking at her like she had two heads instead of one.

George snorted a laugh, making both of them look at him in confusion. "What's up, man? What does that look like?"

"An attempt to summon a long-lost demon?" He tried to read the writing on the board, tilting his head. "Who wrote that, again? There's no way those are real words—"

Fred was interrupted by a shoe hitting his leg, causing him to groan and turn to the pair.

"I was the one who wrote that, you idiot." Amalie huffed, arching an eyebrow at him.

Fred and George exchanged a glance before they started off, catching Stone off guard.

"I am here and I have feelings, you know?" Amalie threw her hands up in the air, crossing her arms and pouting her pink lips.

Seeing that they wouldn't stop laughing at her, the girl's eyes widened. "My handwriting isn't even that bad!

"Lie... your handwriting... is horrible..." Fred managed to say between laughs.

"No, it's not!" Amalie looked at George. "Stand up for me, Fabian." She tried unsuccessfully, only to see George fall off the bed at her incredulous expression. "It isn't even that funny."

"You're right... But your face... your face is so..." Fred tried to speak, not being able to continue his sentence due to his laugh.

With a groan, she stood up, heading for the dorm door. "Call me when you've lost all that childishness, clowns. Which is to say, never."

.

It took about half an hour for Fred and George to meet Amalie in the common room. During the first ten minutes, they continued laughing at the girl and her offended expression, using the remaining twenty minutes to try to decode what she had written on the board.

Even though George had been with Amalie when she wrote the plan on the board — or what they thought was a plan — he hadn't understood anything she'd said at the time, he admitted. In fact, George had just been doodling pictures on the board of Fred and a mysterious girl.

Amalie suspected that George knew who Fred liked, but because Fred had never told her, she did not insist, wanting to preserve the boy's privacy.

That's because George would undoubtedly tell Fred if she asked him who he liked.