BOOK 8 OUT OF 12 OF MY HP SERIES
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
Nimah Black and Fred Weasley were both rivals in everything. Their differences were obvious to a fault and it did not make it any better when the two became Captains of the Quidditch teams. So what hap...
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CHAPTER TWELVE
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Finally, the day had arrived. Fred had spent weeks working up the courage to confront Nimah, and now here he was, standing before her with his heart racing like a snitch in a Quidditch match.
"You know," Nimah said slowly, her voice a dangerous mix of calm and menace, "nothing is holding me back right this moment, Fredrick Weasley." Her eyes narrowed, and Fred instinctively recoiled, feeling an ominous chill run down his spine.
To say she looked ready to hex him into oblivion would be an understatement.
Fred swallowed hard, nervously drumming his fingers against his thigh. He held back the very real urge to turn and bolt down the corridor. Nearly half a month of avoiding her hadn't been enough to prepare him for this moment.
"Y-you're right," he stammered, his voice shaky. "Nothing's holding you back."
Nimah tilted her head, the gesture more threatening than he thought possible. "I'm so glad we're on the same page," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Now, I'll give you...let's say a few minutes before I take my wand out and actually hex you."
Fred let out a nervous laugh, trying to buy himself some time, but Nimah's piercing glare made it clear that time was running out. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment before finally beginning.
