Preparations
The weeks blurred together.
Calli barely had time to breathe.
Between N.E.W.T. classes, endless studying, prefect duties, time with Lucy and Stella, and trying to carve out moments alone with Fred, her days became a constant rush from one thing to the next.
Not that she minded.
Not entirely.
But it was a lot.
The only thing that seemed to cut through the chaos was him.
It started small.
A flash of red hair between library shelves.
A shadow falling across her parchment.
"Working hard, are we?"
Calli wouldn't even have time to look up before Fred leaned down, quick and certain, and kissed her.
Right on the lips.
Gone just as quickly.
Something warm would land beside her hand; a honey tart, a sugar quill, once even a small box of chocolate frogs he claimed he'd "liberated" from the kitchens.
By the time she properly processed it, he'd already be halfway across the library, shooting her a grin over his shoulder.
Calli would sit there, completely still.
Quill hovering mid-sentence.
Heart doing something entirely unreasonable in her chest.
The butterflies never went away.
Not once.
She told herself they would.
They didn't.
She didn't want them to.
Lucy had witnessed one of these encounters exactly once.
Her reaction had been immediate.
"He's an idiot." She whispered dramatically.
Stella didn't even look up from her book.
"You say that every time."
One particular evening, the three of them had taken over a corner of the common room, books and parchment spread everywhere.
Herbology.
Of course.
Calli and Stella were deep into their essay, cross-referencing notes, occasionally muttering corrections to each other.
Lucy, meanwhile, had absolutely no interest in their Herbology essay.
"Give me your hand."
"No."
"I need it for homework."
"I don't care about Divination." Stella pointed out without looking up.
"It's palmistry." Lucy begged, already reaching across the table. "I need fresh hands."
"Just read your own." Calli muttered, not even glancing up as she continued writing.
Lucy grabbed Stella's wrist.
Stella pulled it back without effort.
"No."
Lucy huffed dramatically and turned to Calli instead.
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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...
