Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

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3 WEEKS BEFORE...

Exam week had taken a toll on Amara. On her way to class, she got lost. How does one get lost in a castle where they had been living in for six years? Trick question. Only an imbecile will find themselves in such a situation.

"Ah, fuck!" By accident, she had run into a random wall. Nearby paintings glared. She glared back. There was no time to watch words. Especially when she was five minutes late to History of Magic. Some may believe you can bunk the class because of Professor Binns and his unawareness.

The truth is that he is aware of everything. He just does not give a shit. Probably because he is dead. The sole thing he cared about was the Goblin Revolution of 1612. And how it moved towards a new era of goblin rights.

She turned around another corner and found herself lost. Again! She walked, looking down. That was a terrible plan as she smacked headfirst into a door. A large one.

"Where did you come from?" Amara grumbled.

The door disappeared.

"Well, sorry if I offended you, Door. But, I have to get to my class."

She touched the wall where the door was. Her fingertips tingled. As if it could sense something else. Or it knew something she did not. Casting a last look at the wall, she left. That's a mystery for another day.

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JUNE AKA "NOW"

They leaned against the outside of the History of Magic classroom. Ten minutes before class, Fred was arguing with George about telling Amara his feelings. He thought it was a great idea to do it in the spur of the moment. George disagreed. He needed notes. He needed to practice. Crush confessions needed to be poetic.

Thoughts of him stumbling over his words troubled him.

"Fred, I am an impulsive person. But, I am not this impulsive!" George spread his arms, mimicking an explosion. "I am going to embarrass myself."

His cheeks reddened.

A heavy sigh left Fred. Eyes narrowed, he folded his arms. "When is the perfect moment? When she gets married at the altar?"

Defensive, he folded his arms. Of course, he would not confess at the altar. As a matter of fact, he rather not tell her at all. That was a better plan. His feet followed the same sentiment. It led him away from the classroom.

A shout came from behind him. "You are just going to be a moron, then?"

"I'll just go to therapy!" he yelled over his shoulder.

THUMP!

He had bumped into somebody. George moved aside to let the person pass. "George!"

So immersed in thoughts he had been. He did not notice he knew the person. James slapped George's back. You know, like mates do. But a little too hard. George winced.

"Oh, hey," George said. "What's up?"

After looking side to side, James smirked. Almost...teasingly. He knew something that George did not. And George hated that he wanted to know so bad. Was it about Amara?

He had not seen her since exams began.

"Uh...I have something to tell you both," James' eyes shifted between the twins. "First, we have to get a quieter place."

"Ok..." George exchanged unsure looks with Fred. "Fine, then."

It became apparent that James had knowledge of secret corridors. He found one deserted on the third floor. Judging by the dust-covered floor, Filch had not been here. For weeks.