Cleaning the trophies Claire realized something.
She hated whoever the hell Sirius Black and James Potter are.
"So many damn trophies." She grumbled as George smiled at her.
"You know I've met Sirius Black." George piped up.
Claire didn't look up "tell him I said fuck you we get it you were good at quidditch." She scrubbed grumpily.
George shook his head and put his things down. Grabbing up some courage he walked quietly over to Claire he wrapped his arms around her startling her. His heart thumping he swore Africa could hear it.
"What? The heck? George!"
George rested his head on top of Claire's.
"You know we get to see who the Hogwarts champion is tomorrow."
Claire rested into George's arms feeling sleepy
"Yeah I hope it's me." Claire joked
"Your not of age yet?"
"It's a joke."
"Ohh I get it."
Claire snorted at George's lateness.
"Who do you think is going to be the Hogwarts champion?" Claire asked.
"I don't know let's just hope it's not someone who is a wimp."
The two laughed in agreement.
"I swear to merlin if its that Rob kid I'm gonna die." Claire laughed. George nodded in agreement. Nobody really knew who the Rob kid is. He kinda just is there.
"Bet he smokes something." George wondered out loud.
"Muggle shit or the wizard shit?" Claire wondered back.
"Both." George said.
"Definitely."
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Colors
Fanfiction"Create a new color and I won't prank you again." "Deal." Claire Becker; artist. George Weasley; prankster Total opposites but when they both find themselves in detention, there's always mischief to be managed
