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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." ― Oscar Wilde
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The last thing I would have expected was to be in the middle of a quidditch match. Seeing George and Fred soaring through the sky on their brooms while Ron, Ginny, and Bill chasing after them in the bright blue sky. Personally I wasn't much of the sport type but this was so entertaining that I couldn't resist.
They continued their flying. Ron was about to grab the snitch. When WHAM! His body flung off the broom when Fred purposely pushed him off. Ron dropped to the grass and groaned.
I gasped at the sight. "Are you okay, Ron!" I asked Ron from the porch watching the small Weasley quidditch match. He continued to groan till he got up and gave me a thumbs up. Bill was still in the sky laughing at his brother laying the the grass floor. He gave me a cheeky smile as he helped his brother up.
Round after round each Weasley was exhausted and worn out. Their little quidditch game was George, Fred, and Bill against Ron and Ginny. Not as surprising as they were all left at a tie. They all slumped down in the living room. I joined them bringing rags to help them wipe off their sweat.
"That game left us no where!" Ron shouted. They all huffed and grumbled under their breaths.
"Well honestly it was entertaining. Especially when Fred knocked Ron off his broom." I jested. Fred laughed in remembrance Ron rolled his eyes.
"Besides that, before we have a conversation, you all stink of sweat and grass. Go get washed and ready before your parents come back home with Percy." I claimed as I pinch my nose from their smell. They all look at me with betrayal and hurt. I roll my eyes. Weasley's and their over dramatics, I thought.
"Wow. I am just shocked by the sudden words spoken. I think I'll need tissues." Ginny says, putting her hand over her heart playfully as if she was heartbroken. Fred and George played along as well. I threw the remaining rags at them. They laughed and got up to get washed up. Minutes later curiosity took over me as I walked across the house. I came upon a book filled with pictures. Pictures of the Weasley's. I started to laugh seeing a picture of Bill as a toddler with food smeared across his face and him pouting. Never would I have thought I would see that of him. Picture after picture, my laughter never died down. I was soon interrupted by the voice of feet shuffling. I quickly put down the book and turned around.
I was given the face of an annoyed Bill Weasley. His red face with his hair in a ponytail.
He furrowed his eyebrows, "Having a good laugh are we."
My eyes widen never seeing Bill look so stern. He looked like my mom when I got in trouble going into the Forbidden Forest with Bill in second year. Wasn't a pretty sight. His arms crossed with his left foot slightly tapping on the hardwood floor.
"I was just laughing about stuff." I mumbled out. Bill knew like the back of his hand. He would always know my emotions. I was clearly lying since I said "stuff" when I usually described what I do. He arched his eyebrow and stepped closer to me. I stepped backwards feeling his height overpower me. I raised my eyebrow at him trying to act confused. He tilted his head and jutted it to the book hidden behind me. Dang it.
"Yeah, good laugh at old pictures of me." He fumed. I took my hands up in protest.
"In my defense! It was just laying around so anyone could see it! Come on it's just baby pictures of you nothing too serious." I claimed. He rolled his eyes at my claim.
"Yeah, yeah. Just baby pictures."
"Bill, why are you moody like this? I thought the pictures were kind of cute." I foretold. He turned red and looked at me. Confusion played across my face at his sudden redness. My eyes widened at what he was thinking.
"N-no! I meant it's like the pictures not you! Wait! I mean I'm not saying you're not cute b-but. Merlin I'm talking too much." I started to ramble. He then started to laugh at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms.
"What. Why are you laughing at me." I questioned. His laughter died down when he looked at me.
He shook his head in amusement, "It's fine Lynx. I get it. Besides it's nice to know you think I'm cute." He's so smug. I can't wait to slap that smug smirk grin on his face. He walked away feeling more confident then before. I swore I saw him strut.
I talk too much for my own good.
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Hours later Bill and I sat down on the grassy floor outside looking at stars. Ever since he and I became friends in school, we would always try to find time to look at the stars. The night sky was beautiful this time of day. I turned my head to see Bill staring at the stars. I've always admired Bill's features. Loving the way his lips curl when he smiles. His freckles playing around his face. I could count them all day if I could. His red hair falling down his shoulders. The thing I admired the most about him was his scars. The scars on his face was like a plague to him. He hated everything about them. When he was attacked by Fenrir Greyback I couldn't see him for months. Letter after letter I still haven't heard from Bill.
He soon came to my door with tears in his eyes. Apologizing over his words. He looked so guilty and sad when he saw me. At that moment I knew Bill was brave. Braver than I could ever be. He is such a strong passionate man I'm just so fortunate to even be friends with him. Friends. Right, just friends. What am I thinking I'm just complimenting him, right?
