1994
Hogwarts LondonIt was already late October when Lia realized the first term exam was coming. She hadn't done much lately or paid any effort in studying. As a result, she had to go to the library everyday to study.
Sometime, Bea would tag along. But now that she was seeing a guy named Archie, she never showed up again. Lia was pretty sure Bea had given up the exam. Finn was practicing with the Quidditch team nearly everyday even though they didn't have any official game this year. Seemed like they are preparing for the friendly match with other house. Anyways, she was all alone recently.
Lia somehow felt a bit lost in these few day. When she was studying, she couldn't help but think about her future. Was she going back to the muggle world or stay here when she graduated? Who she wanted to be? She had no idea. She seemed to have no passion in anything and she didn't have any goal. And from time to time, she was jealous that Finn and Bea was so clear about who they were gonna be in the future.
"Thinking about life, huh?"
Lia got interrupted. She looked up and there stood Fred Weasley. No surprise at all. He showed up everywhere and she bumped into him for a couples time already.
"Ophelia White." He smiled. "Yes, Munchkin, I figured out what your name is."
"Well, it's not a secret." Lia giggled, "You could've just ask someone from Ravenclaw and they will tell you. It took you one week and three Potions lesson. Not good, Weasley."
"Well, I love to explore myself." He sat beside her.
"You are interesting." Lia smiled.
"Thank you! You too!" He laughed, "So, why do you look a bit down just now?"
"What make you think I am down?"
"Come on, you frowned and stared at the window!"
"Keep guessing."
"You are mysterious."
"I'll take that as a compliment," She opened her book, "Well, Mr Weasley, I need to study now."
"What a coincidence! I need to study also!" He took out the books and started reading.
Lia stared at him and murmured, "Okay then."
"What does this potion cure?" Fred pointed a name in his assignment.
"Can you please freaking stop asking me questions?" Lia nearly shouted when she heard him asked questions for the fifth time, "I am trying to write an essay and I am sure you knew the answer!"
"Shhhh! Munchkin, I don't wanna got kicked out. Lower your voice." Fred glamced at the direction of Madame Prince. "And you are wrong. I don't know the answer, that's why I'm asking you."
"Save it. You are good at Potions." She whispered, she saw how he worked in the lesson and she knew he was good at it.
"But you are excellent at Potions. Just think that I could use some of your professional knowledge." He smirked.
"Fine. It used to cure stomachache. Do you have any other question?" She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, there is actually one more. Do you know any Potions that allow plants or people grow older faster? And can mix with fluxweed?" He asked, "I try to use lacewing flies but it didn't work."
"Why would you wanna grow older?" She was confused. It was not the assignment that Professor Snape gave them.
"I am just doing a little experiment." He said mysteriously.
"Okay, Mr mystery. I think elves leaves would work but I don't think you can get it. It's very rare. Maybe there are some in Professor Snape's room."
Fred quickly wrote something down in his notebook, "Thank you! You are a genius. You know what, I think you can work at Saint Mungo. You will be a really great doctor."
"Hmm, maybe. Are you inventing some new product? What does it for? Wait, are you going to break into Professor Snape's room?" Lia asked curiously.
"You will see." He said quietly.
Still mysterious, Fred Weasley.
Authors note:)
So, here is chapter three! I hope you enjoy the story so far. Also, I hope you like these little moment of Fred and Lia.
Do you guys have any idea what Fred need the elves leaves for? Take a guess!
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