Cerulean - Fred Weasley

Chapter 5 - Beauxbatons and durmstrang

The weeks appeared to fly by. Classes had gotten significantly harder, Simone found herself not only dreading potions class, but also the daily transfiguration essays. As the leaves turned crimson and the breeze became sharper, she found herself studying with Hermione yet again. 

"Are you almost finished?"

Simone sighed, not even bothering to answer the younger girl. The maple trees were swaying lazily outside the window, blocking her view from the desolate quidditch pitch. How she missed quidditch! The rush of the wind through her hair, the fervent excitement before a match, even Roger's intense training protocols. Maybe she could work out on her own time. 

"Merlin's pants!" Simone yelped, snapping out of her daze. "Lunch ends in five minutes! I'm going to be late for potions!"     

The girls scrambled to their feet, exiting the library. "I can't deal with Snape right now," Simone grumbled.

"At least you have the feast tonight to look forward to. Plus we get to meet the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students." Hermione replied brightly.

"I forgot about that." Simone mused. "I think that can get me through the next class."

She and Hermione parted ways at the end of the corridor. Sighing, Simone made her way to the dungeon. Roger was already waiting.

"Hey Simone, I'm going to sit with  Lola this class," he muttered, gesturing towards the curvy Gryffindor. 

"Bros before hoes, arsehole" she hissed.

"What if I put three sickles in the douche jar?"

"Fine," Simone said begrudgingly.

They quieted as Snape arrived, filing into the classroom. Simone took a seat alone at the back of the classroom, glaring at Roger. 

"Pretty gross right?" Fred plopped down in the seat next to her. "Stealing my potions partner. Control your man."

"Excuse me?" Simone raised a singular eyebrow at the redhead.

"Or are you dating Cedric? Either way, tell Roger to lay off. I was going to ask Lola out tonight."

"So sorry to get in the way," she replied sarcastically.

"Silence," Snape said, glaring at the pair. "Today we will be brewing amortentia. Can anyone tell me what amortentia is?"

Roger raised his hand. "A powerful love potion, sir."

Snape pursed his lips in displeasure. "Incorrect. Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skilful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called love. This potion will be brewed over two classes. You will be working in pairs. The instructions are on the chalkboard." 

Fred grinned at Simone. "Ready to fall in love?"

She rolled her eyes. "The world's strongest potion couldn't accomplish that."

"I'm offended. I consider myself a very loveable person." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Just check out these baby blue eyes."

They set off working. Amortentia was indeed a difficult potion, far more advanced than anything she had attempted before. Twenty minutes in, Simone's hair had puffed into a giant curly ball.

"Excited for tonight?" Fred asked, scrunching his freckled nose at the putrid scent wafting from Angelina Johnson's cauldron. 

She grinned "Definitely. It will be fun to meet my competitors."