One and only ; George Weasley

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Hi! So, I usually only write authors note if I have something to say or announce and this isn't any different. I made a collage where you can see who I view as Lizzie, Kathleen and also Sebastian so you can see their faces up there^^^ Also, I hope you're loving the story 'cause I love to write it :)

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Sunday came the next day and both George and Kathleen avoided me but Fred didn't. He seemed to understand me a little better when it came to my brother and he was being a great friend. I mostly stayed in my room that day but then came Monday and that's when I saw my brother again.

I thought he had left but as I walked out of charms class, I saw him walk towards the stairs. I chose not to say anything as he hadn't seen me but I didn't know why he was still here and roaming the hallways. I soon figured out what he was doing here. He sat at the teacher's table in the great hall and that could only mean one thing.

Tuesday arrived and Kathleen and George were still ignoring me. The two of them walked together all day and sat at the other end of the Gryffindor table while Fred sat with me, probably out of pity. He kept assuring me that they'd come around and realize why I had never mentioned Sebastian.

Wednesday was a bit of a shock for me really. I had history of Magic at first with Professor Binns but afterwards I had Muggle studies and as I sat down next to Fred, the teacher walked in but it wasn't Professor Burbage like I had expected. I nearly choked on my breath, watching my brother walk to the front of the room.

Fred glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, probably to see my reaction. Girls in the class were gushing and whispering to themselves. They were all crazy about having Sebastian Blossom as their Professor but I was just angry, confused and irritated.

Sebastian picked up some chalk and started writing on the board.

Professor Blossom

"Good morning." He said as he turned towards the class with a smile on his face. "If you haven't noticed already, I'm not Professor Burbage but don't worry, I haven't gotten the wrong classroom."

He walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it, placing the chalk down. He crossed his arms over his chest, scanned the room and for a moment, his eyes landed on me before he looked away and continued.

"Professor Burbage is on temporary leave so I'm only here to fill in for the rest of the year."

Great...

"I want to do things a little different. I want us to feel a little more comfortable with being in a room together for two hours." My brother said. "Let's start of with a round of introducing ourselves. Our name, first and last, one thing we think we're good at and one thing we think we could improve. I'll go first."

He narrowed his eyes as he continued to stare into the room, thinking for a while before smiling again.

"My name is Sebastian Blossom. I'm quite good at quidditch but I'd like to get better at numbers." He said before he pointed to the back row in the right side where Angelina was sitting. He motioned for her to stand in which she did.

"Angelina Johnson." She said with a proud smile. "I'm good at Quidditch too. I'm the captain of the Gryffindor team—"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise while I rolled my eyes at Angelina's ridiculous attempt of impressing my brother.

"But I'm absolutely horrible when it comes to Herbology and astronomy."

My brother chuckled softly at her facial expression, thanked her before moving on to Lee Jordan who sat next to her.

"I'm Lee Jordan, sir. Good at talking—" he said, making the class laugh while Sebastian again chuckled. "— when it comes to quidditch but horrible at the actual playing."

Then it was my turn. I was on the back row in the left side and by the aisle. Sebastian motioned for me to stand but I shook my head.

"You already know my name."

"Well, why don't you try and be a good sport and play along?"

With a sigh, I stood up, resting a hand on the table. "My name... is Elizabeth Blossom. I'd like to believe I'm quite good at drawing. Thought I am terrible at forgiving people who leave."

People in class turned around to look at me while the smile that had spread on my brother's lips, slowly disappeared and I sat back down, leaning back as I raised an eyebrow at him.