Chapter Nine- Tawalny's Lost It

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One day in April Fred George and I had Divination. I hate Divination a lot.

So Tawalny gave us some tea and told us to drink it. It was disgusting, by the way. Then we were supposed to trade empty cups with our partner.

So George and I traded cups and looked at the left over tea leaves. We were trying to figure out what it was supposed to be when Tawalny walked up to our table and took my cup from George.

She gasped and looked at me, "You're going to fall in love, my dear. Let me have that." She said taking George's cup from my hand.

She looked from me to George a few times before a smile crept onto her face. George and I were trying to back away so she wouldn't notice.

"You two are going to make the perfect couple!" She exclaimed, "You'll have adorable children and a beautiful wedding!"

George and I looked at each other with the is-she-on-drugs look.

Then Tawalny stood up strait and walked to the next table.

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After class Fred and I were disguising the events in Divination. George had walked off soon after class ended.

"She's lost is!" I exclaimed, "George and I are friends, that it! I have no romantic feelings for him and he has no romantic feelings for me!"

"Right." Fred answered rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious! Besides, if I did like him, I could never tell him! I know he doesn't like me and that would ruin our friendship! I probably would barely see you guys!" I said to Fred.

"Amara, listen." Fred started grabbing my shoulders and bending his neck so he could look in my eyes.

"I get it. Tawalny shouldn't have said that, but if you think that you telling George you like him would ruin your friendship with him or I. You don't know us as much as you think." Fred said, completely seriously.

"But I don't like-" I tried to say.

"Yes I know you 'don't like George,'" he said in a terrible high pitched imitation of me, "now will you please shut it?"

"Sorry," I mumbled walking to my dorm.

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