Phase Two: Hello
The next morning in the Great Hall.
Fred Weasley was eating breakfast.
Across from him, George sat with a very dangerous expression.
Fred immediately frowned.
"What?"
George calmly buttered a piece of toast.
"Operation Wingman has entered Phase Two."
Fred groaned.
"Oh no."
George nodded toward the Slytherin table.
Across the hall, Callidora Nott sat between Stella Addington and Lucy Winterbourne, surrounded by parchment and books, clearly revising.
George grinned.
"Lucy had a brilliant idea."
Fred immediately looked suspicious.
"That sentence never ends well."
George ignored him.
"We know Calli studies in the library every evening."
Fred slowly lowered his fork.
George continued brightly.
"And Lucy suggested it might help her revision if someone studied with her."
Fred stared at him.
George smiled wider.
"So naturally, I volunteered you."
Fred choked slightly on his pumpkin juice.
George gestured calmly across the hall.
Lucy happened to glance over at that exact moment.
She saw Fred.
Then she gave him a very sweet, very knowing smile.
Fred slowly turned back to George.
"You told Lucy."
George shrugged.
"She saw you skulking behind bookshelves delivering snacks like a Victorian ghost."
Fred buried his face in his hands.
"Oh brilliant."
George leaned forward.
"So tonight." He said cheerfully. "You will go to the library."
Fred groaned.
"You will sit next to her."
Fred looked horrified.
"And," George continued, clearly enjoying himself, "you will speak to her like a normal human being."
Fred peeked through his fingers.
"George."
George leaned closer.
"You kidnapped her for a picnic and kissed her."
Fred groaned louder and covered his face again.
"You can survive a conversation."
Fred mumbled into his hands.
"What do I say?"
George shrugged.
"Try 'hello.'"
Fred looked deeply concerned.
George grinned.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her. As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
