lumos // fred weasley

quatre

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Celestine was exhausted by the time she returned to her dorm. The twins had unloaded all of the craziness that had happened over the summer; their trip to Egypt, the new gags and pranks they had planned, etcetera. They only called it quits when Celestine had almost dozed off while they were pitching the idea of Canary Creams.

She admitted, she missed them loads. But she still wasn't sure if she could keep them in her life. She would rather push them away, along with everyone else, than have people find out, and they drop her like old trash.

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Classes started up the following morning, Angelina practically dragging Celestine from her bed. The girl couldn't remember the last time she felt fully rested, and it seemed her late night thoughts weren't helping in the slightest.

"There they are!" George exclaimed.

Fred cocked a brow at Celestine's slumped form. "What's up with her?"

Angelina huffed, "I could barely get her out of bed. Poor thing was up most of the night."

Celestine rolled her eyes, "Was not. Just doing light reading and then some."

"You look like shit," Fred said.

George nodded in agreement.

"I'll be fine, boys," the girl replied. She grabbed an apple from in front of her and began to munch on it, well aware of the boys continuing to stare. She looked up, "Honestly! Now quit worrying about me and eat before class!"

"Yes, ma'am," they chorused and did as they were told.

The first class they had was Transfiguration with the Slytherins, and Professor McGonagall was not starting them up easily. She immediately launched with the Inimatus Conjurus spell.

Angelina was on her left and kept elbowing Celestine in the side as she started the doze off.

"Oi! That hurts you know," the girl hissed.

"Then quit falling asleep, you dunce," the quidditch player replied.

"It's not my fault."

"Oh sure-"

"Ladies, am I disrupting anything?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"No, Professor," Angelina said.

"Sorry, Professor," Celestine said.

"May I continue?"

Celestine blushed and nodded.

"Thank you," McGonagall eyed them. "As I was saying...."

"Falling asleep in McGonagall's?" George asked as both twins fell into step with Celestine.

"Bad Celestine," Fred tutted. "Whatever are we to do with you?"

"Oh, shut it will you," the girl snapped. "Between Angelina's jabs and your lectures, I feel like my parents have come to Hogwarts with me."

"That would be a sight, wouldn't it?" Fred snickered.

Celestine groaned, "I should have gone to Beauxbatons."