Sarah Newgate love story

"What are you staring at?" Sarah Newgate shot a playful glare at George Weasley, who was lost in his world, twirling a wand in his hand. 

  

"Just thinking," he replied, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "You know, about how we can get our hands on some more fireworks for the next Quidditch match." 

  

They were sitting in the warm embrace of the Gryffindor common room, the crackling fire casting a cozy glow on the walls adorned with their house's colors. The room was alive with the chatter of students finishing up their homework or recounting tales of their latest adventures. 

  

"Again?" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "You're going to get us both into trouble, and Fred and Lee won't even share their stock with you anymore." 

  

George leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "But imagine the look on the Slytherins' faces when we set off a few surprise rockets during their victory lap." 

  

Sarah couldn't help but laugh. "You're terrible," she said, though she knew she'd be just as thrilled as he was if the plan worked. She took his hand in hers, feeling the warmth and roughness of his palm, a stark contrast to the softness of her own. "But if we do this, I want in on the action." 

  

The plot grew thicker, like a stew bubbling over the stove in the kitchen downstairs. Ideas flew back and forth between them, the room's vibrant energy seemingly fueling their rebellious spirits. Yet, amidst their laughter and whispers of secret schemes, the weight of the outside world remained at bay, the walls of the castle keeping the darkness at bay for a brief moment longer. 

  

"Alright," George whispered, leaning in so close that their foreheads nearly touched. "But we'll need to be careful. I know a place in Diagon Alley where we might be able to get what we need." 

  

Sarah felt her heart race at the mention of the forbidden marketplace. She'd heard the rumors, of course, but never had the guts to venture there herself. "When?" 

  

"This weekend. The twins have a meeting with some... friends," he said with a wink. "It'll be the perfect time to sneak out. I'll send you a note with the details." 

  

Her eyes searched his, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling within. She knew she could trust George, but the prospect of breaking the rules and venturing into the unknown was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. Yet, she nodded, unable to resist the allure of their shared mischief. 

  

As the evening grew late and the common room began to empty, they decided it was time to part ways for the night. Sarah walked him to the stairs, her hand lingering in his just a beat longer than necessary. When they reached the point of separation, she felt a pang of regret. "Be careful, George," she said softly. 

  

He squeezed her hand reassuringly before letting go. "Always." With one last grin, he disappeared into the staircase leading to the boys' dormitory, leaving Sarah to ponder the adventure that lay ahead. 

  

The days leading up to the weekend felt like an eternity. Each class was a drag, her thoughts consumed by the thrill of their upcoming escapade. She found herself checking for owl posts with an intensity that bordered on obsession, eager for the note that would detail their plan.