The following morning, you headed down to breakfast a little earlier than usual, eager to get your fifth year off to the best start. This year, you'd be taking your O.W.L exams. Even Fred and George had seemed intent on studying, gathering proper books and ensuring they had a big enough stash of quills and parchment.
"I'm stressed already," Ishani sighed as the three of you dressed in your uniform. You nodded in agreement as you buttoned up your white shirt and tucked it into your skirt.
"Tell me about it," Selene huffed as she half-assed her navy tie, letting it droop lower than usual. "My mum bought me these charmed sweets that heal stomach ulcers. I don't think that's a good sign."
You laughed as you threw on your black shoes and did up your own tie, though it didn't look much neater than Selene's.
"I'm going to need a few of those, Sel," Ishani said, rummaging through her perfectly organised school bag.
"You know, the twins and I have been working on a formula for these bon bons that can make you jump high enough to touch the ceiling and unscrew chandeliers. If I tweaked the ingredients a touch, I'm sure they'll just give you a giant energy boost," you said thoughtfully.
"I'd rather not get my head blown off, but thank you for the offer," Ishani laughed.
"Speak for yourself," Selene said with a wink. "I'm happy to be your test subject."
The three of you idly chatted about upcoming study timetables and extra-curricular activities as you walked to the Great Hall, the smell of a nice hot breakfast wafting through the air and making your stomach growl.
"Right, I'm off to eat a whole pig," said Selene as she kissed your cheek and split off to head to the Ravenclaw table with Ishani. You snorted before walking to your familiar seat next to Fred at his Gryffindor table.
"Morning, you lot," you said quickly before taking a swig of fresh coffee from a goblet.
"Morning, hobgoblin," Fred said sleepily, his messy red hair as unkempt as ever.
"We've just been looking over our timetables," George sighed solemnly.
"And planning our suicides," added Lee before shoving a spoonful of scrambled egg in his mouth.
"How are we going out this time?" You asked, scooping hot hash browns onto your plate. "Jumping off the Astronomy tower? Drowning in the Black Lake?"
"Provoking Snape by calling him Mum," Fred suggested, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall.
"Ooh, or provoking Mum by calling her Snape?" George shrugged.
"Both? We'd guarantee our death that way," Lee said.
"I don't know, guys. That's going to be an extremely violent end. I think I'll just transfigure myself into an ice cube and sit in the sun," you sighed, shaking your head as you dove into breakfast.
The four of you chatted about dungbombs and Filch and exams until you were rudely interrupted by a group of Slytherin third-years screeching across the room. It appeared that the 'ring-leader' was that Malfoy boy who had run crying into your train compartment yesterday.
"Hey, Potter!" Shrieked a pug-nosed girl, "Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooo!"
You glanced over at The Great Hall entrance as you took a bite out of toast to see Harry, Ron and Hermione entering, their faces tight with annoyance.
Harry dropped into the seat next to George.
You slid the stack of the Third-Year timetables over to him as Ron sat on George's other side. "New third-year timetables," you said after finishing your toast.
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Photograph | fred weasley x fem reader
Fanfiction"Give me your hand," Fred murmured, his familiar crooked smile playing on his lips. He slipped his fingers into yours and gently lifted your hand, placing it firmly on his chest. "Do you feel that? My heartbeat? Hit me there. Hit me where the heart...
