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Potter Stinks, Not Really Though
The next morning, the Great Hall was louder than usual.
Not chaotic but buzzing.
Every table was talking about the same thing.
Calli barely had time to sit down before she noticed something surprising.
The Gryffindors.
They were fine.
More than fine.
They were pleased.
A champion from their house never mind the circumstances.
They were chuffed.
Calli frowned slightly, scanning the table.
And then she saw them.
Fred and George were both turned halfway in their seats, waving her over.
Of course they were.
Calli grabbed a piece of toast and stood, weaving her way toward them.
She slid into the seat across from them.
"Morning."
George leaned in immediately, lowering his voice.
"Do you have anything to do with this?"
Calli blinked.
"Excuse me?"
"She'd tell us, George." Fred cut in quickly, though his eyes were just as curious. "Right?"
Calli stared at both of them.
Then crossed her arms.
"Honestly, you two." She huffed. "I would never put a fourth-year in danger like that."
There was a beat.
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
They both said it at the same time.
Fred rubbed the back of his neck.
"Bit of a stretch."
George nodded.
"Alright, quite a big stretch."
"We just thought-" Fred started.
"You'd be the smartest person to figure it out." George finished.
"Especially after our beard mishap." Fred added.
Calli didn't answer.
Just took a very deliberate bite of her toast, ignoring them.
She wasn't actually angry but the idea that they'd even briefly thought she'd help Harry do something like that...
It didn't sit right.
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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...
