May the Best Man Win |×| Fred Weasley | 1 |×|

"Well then, may the best man win!"

"The best man? Sorry, are you daft?" Evelyn asked, offended.

"Oh, right. Umm. May the best person Win!" he paused. "Doesn't really have the same ring to it, does it?"

"Nope."

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She was the creative. The calculated. The clever. He was the obnoxious. The exciting. The lively. She had blue eyes, she wore blue robes - his hair was fire that clashed with his clothes. She made plans and he shattered the norm, she thought everything through and he disregarded the rules. She threw the quaffle, he brandished a bat, she found comfort in the ordinary and he broke free of expectations.

Evelyn Fortescue had thought she and Fred Weasley were as opposite as sugar and spice when he first crossed her path - and the four years they'd barely mixed within had assured her she'd thought right. Until an icy encounter as the summer drew to a close, after which their lives seemed thrown together at each twist and turn.

And when he teased her, she talked back, and when he challenged her, she took his hand and gave him a chance. And they found a friendship, and maybe more...

And Evelyn discovered that his wild ways weren't as foolish as she'd thought before.

[ 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑶𝑪 ]
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