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✷❝𝓗e is not my pal!"
"Yeah, I am not!"
"He is a purely, bloody troublemaker! A bloody idiot, professor!"
"Well, in that case, you are an adorable troublefinder, dear." Professor McGonagall declared calmly, her giggles echoing among the chaos.
She wasn't looking for trouble. She was trying to avoid it.
But George Weasley had a way of showing up exactly where she didn't want him - thunderous, like the fireworks he set off in Filch's face. Sneaky, like the fox she hopelessly wished to cut out of her life. Maddening, like every time she tried to brush him off, only for him to find her again.
Sometimes, love comes with fireworks. And not how you expect it. Certainly not in this story. ˎˊ˗
જ⁀➴ 𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: 𝗡𝗢 𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗧 ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ