Welsh Green
Saturday lunch was loud, warm, and comfortably chaotic.
At the Slytherin table, Calli barely noticed any of it.
She sat with her legs tucked beneath the bench, a copy of Advanced Potion-Making propped open in front of her, parchment scattered around her plate. Every so often she'd pause mid-bite, scribble something down, then go back to reading, muttering under her breath about infusion times and counteragents.
"...but the Ministry's stance makes no sense!" Lucy was saying, waving a folded copy of the Daily Prophet at Stella.
Stella nodded, leaning in.
"It's inconsistent at best. If you compare it to..."
Besides them Calli continued muttering to herself. "Veritaserum... three drops? No, that would be catastrophic..."
Across the hall, Fred Weasley looked like he was suffering.
He poked at his food. Moved it around. Didn't eat it.
Sighed.
Stared at Calli.
Sighed again.
Beside him, George finally snapped.
"What's got your knickers in a twist, Freddie?"
Fred sighed dramatically and leaned back.
"When is the right time to ask her out, George?" He muttered. "We're acting like the kiss on the train never happened."
George followed his gaze toward Calli, who was currently whispering while scribbling furiously.
"You'll think of something." George said. "You're good at it when you actually try."
Fred didn't look convinced.
"Just don't drag her to the Astronomy Tower again."
Fred huffed a quiet laugh at that and nodded, though he still looked thoroughly miserable.
George clapped him on the back.
Then stood up.
"Right. Leave this to me."
Before Fred could question that statement, George crossed the hall and stopped at the Slytherin table.
"Ladies." He said smoothly. "Will you join me for a second?"
Lucy raised a brow.
"What's up, Weasley?"
Stella already looked intrigued.
Calli, meanwhile, didn't even blink, too busy underlining something aggressively and muttering, "Truth serums should be illegal, honestly..."
George jerked his head toward the doors.
Lucy and Stella exchanged a look, then stood and followed him a few steps away.
George lowered his voice.
"We all want them together, right?"
Lucy didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
Stella groaned softly.
"I cannot take Fred's lovesick, I got kicked-in-the-behind puppy expression any longer."
Lucy nodded in agreement.
"It's tragic."
George spread his hands.
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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...
