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Willow walked to the library after class, unsure how to feel. Part of this felt like a strange blind date since she didn't really know Harry Potter, and could count on one hand how many times they've had a conversation.
The other part of her was extremely confused and worried. Harry was still a child and with him being so close to Draco in age, that's all she could see him as. And if the two ginger twin boys were sending her his way, he needed some sort of help.
It only took a few minutes for her to locate the three fourth years that were attached at the hips, with all of them oblivious to her arrival.
"Hello," Willow mumbled nervously, not because she was afraid of them, but still held that feeling of being scared of the situation.
Her voice made them jump out of their seats as well as causing Hermione to slam her book shut, as if she were looking at things she shouldn't. Ron quite literally jumped out of her seat and looked up at Willow as if she had three heads.
"Hi Willow!" Hermione responded cheerfully before beginning to shove all of her things into her bag and giving Ron a harsh glare.
"We were just leaving, actually. Right, Ron?" She added, throwing her bag over her shoulder. Ron didn't budge, but continued to stare deeply at Willow.
Hermione offered Willow a forgiving smile and pushed Ron along before she could question him and forcing Ron to fall out of line. Willow raised her eyebrows at him as they walked past her, then decided to take their previous seats.
"Are they always like that?" She chuckled as she hung her bag over the chair and watched as Harry adjusted his glasses.
"Basically, yes." They shared a small and polite chuckle together, then allowed the awkward silence to take over. They had a handful of connections, yet remained basically strangers.
It made sense with their last names and ages, she felt much older than him but he was still Harry Potter. He was beyond his years. Yet, they still lacked much in common.
Harry appeared nervous, well, more nervous than usual. Every time she looked at him, he looked like he was on the verge of losing his mind. Possibly because her brother was never nice to him and he dedicated years of his life to tormenting the poor boy.
"So," Willow spoke gently, as if she were trying not to crack the egg that Harry Potter seemed to be. "I have no idea why the boys sent me here."
She wondered why Hermione and Ron had to leave, since they seemed to know every single thing Harry Potter did. This action made her even more nervous but she resisted the strong urge to pick at her nails.
