Hurrying down the moving staircases before breaking into a run up the next flight of stairs leading towards the Gryffindor Tower like a kneazle chasing a rat was Callidora Nott, passing by students enjoying the afternoon in a blur.
If she was lucky, she'd catch Harry before Gryffindor Quidditch practice.
Fred had mentioned over breakfast that Oliver Wood 2.0 aka Angelina, had scheduled another lengthy training session, which meant Harry would be leaving the common room any minute.
She rounded the final corner without slowing down.
"Oomph!"
Instead of reaching the Fat Lady's portrait, she collided full force with someone.
Or rather, tackled them.
The two of them landed in an undignified heap on the stone floor.
A familiar laugh sounded beneath her.
"Hello, love."
Calli blinked.
Fred.
His arms were already loosely wrapped around her waist as though this had been his plan all along.
He smiled up at her before gently tucking a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear.
"Miss me that much?"
Calli couldn't help smiling.
"Sorry, Fred."
"That's not an answer."
She laughed and kissed his cheek.
"I'm here for Harry."
"Ouch."
Fred let out an exaggerated sigh before throwing his head back against the floor.
"The betrayal."
Calli rolled her eyes affectionately.
"You are impossible."
Fred stretched out even more dramatically until he was lying completely flat on the corridor floor.
"My heart has been shattered beyond repair."
Calli leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose.
"There."
She stood and held out a hand.
"Up you get."
Fred looked at her hand.
Then back at the ceiling.
"No."
"No?"
"Leave me here."
"Fred."
"I shall remain where I have fallen."
She opened her mouth to reply.
The Fat Lady's portrait swung open.
Harry climbed out, nearly tripping over Fred.
"Er..."
"Harry!"
Calli immediately abandoned Fred on the floor and hurried over.
"I've been looking for you."
Harry looked between her and Fred.
"Should I ask?"
"No."
"Fair enough."
Calli lowered her voice.
"I know it's a big favour..."
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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...
