The Twin Part 2 (Fred Weasley)
After her last class, Ophelia headed towards the astronomy tower, hoping for some peace and quiet. What she found, however, was quite different. The black haired girl from the night prior was having a very heated shouting match with a boy whose hair was as white as snow.
“You bloody traitor!” He shouted at the girl, who scoffed and crossed her arms.
“My god, I didn’t choose this, Malfoy! You know that!” Salem shouted back at him.
“You’re supposed to get your mark, same as me!”
“I can do what I want, Draco! You’re not the boss of me!”
“Bite me.” Just as Ophelia was about to break up whatever was happening, the boy with the white hair stepped forward, gripping Salem tightly, pulling her into a rough kiss.
Ophelia let out a gasp, spinning on her heel and heading back to where she came from. Skipping steps as she ran down the stairs, she barely saw the flash of red hair before colliding with it, falling to the ground.
“Geez, woman! Watch we’re you’re running!” The figure she knocked into laughed. Her head shot up and she smiled slightly.
“Oh, I’m sorry Fred.” She looked at the boy, who shook his head with a smile.
“‘M not Fred. Name’s George. You must be Ophelia. Fred’s been talking about you all morning.” He laughed, extending a hand to her, helping her up.
“Is that so?” She grinned, brushing herself off as she turned a light shade of red.
“It seems as though he’s had the same effect on you.” George laughed. She opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by the other red haired boy, who appeared behind his brother.
“Georgie, what’s taking so- oh.” Fred’s smile grew as he moved to stand next to his brother. “Ophelia. How nice to see you! We were just about to prank Draco. Care to join?”
“No, I think I’m good.” She laughed at him, making his smile grow even bigger. “You might not want to go up there.” She pointed at the stairs. “Salem and that Drake guy are up there making out and it’s not a pretty sight.” The twins raised their eyebrows, questioning what she had said. “I think you guys call it snogging?”
“Oh!” They said together, making her giggle. A younger student ran up to them, halting any further conversation.
“Everyone’s wanted in the Great Hall now!”
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Later that evening, Ophelia took a seat across from Luna, who was chatting quietly with a short blue haired boy. “Hello, Ophelia.” Luna smiled as she turned to look at her. “This is Nicholas Tonks. He’s a metamorphmagus.”
The boy’s hair turned from blue to red as he stuck out a hand, Ophelia shaking it with a smile. “Please call me Nick. Only Luna and my mother call me Nicholas.”
“I love your hair! The color looks good on you.” Ophelia smiled at him.
“Thank you.” He nodded, pushing a pair of square frames up his nose. “My sister’s is pink. It looks killer.”
“You have a sister?” Ophelia asked. “I’ve always wanted one.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool. You’ll have to meet her.” Nick smiled.
“She would like you, Ophelia. You’re very similar.” Luna piped in, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
“She would.” Nick agreed.
The three spent the rest of dinner getting to know one another before heading back to their dorms for the evening, as they didn’t want to get in trouble by the High Inquisitor, Professor Umbridge.
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“Fred-” Ophelia giggled, shoving the red haired boy as he tossed another cracker behind her. She let out a squeal as it went off, making him laugh as he wrapped his arms around her. “Stop!”
“Fe, calm down.” He laughed, making her roll her eyes.
“Someone’s going to hear.” She groaned. He threw another one down, making her flinch. “Seriously Freddie, someone’s going to come up here and catch us.”
“There’s nothing to catch, Fe, unless you want there to be-” He smirked, leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips.
Ophelia’s eyes shot open, the dorm room dark in the early hours of the morning. Months had passed since she had begun school and she had made some friends, the twin boys becoming some of her closest friends. One thing that bugged her though, other than the awful woman Umbridge who was in charge of the school, was that she had begun having these dreams. They started small, as just a conversation between her and Fred, slowly progressing into something more.
When she finally told Luna, who had become her best friend through the year, Luna smiled.
“I had a feeling this would happen,” she had said. “The Blibbering Humdingers stopped laughing when you two saw each other. They only do that when something is meant to happen.” At the time, Ophelia laughed at the thought, but now the idea bugged her. Did she like Fred? She knew as soon as the question crossed her mind. She liked Fred.
She sat up, running a hand through her tangled hair. A quiet hoo cake from behind her, the old Weasley owl sitting on the windowsill, a piece of paper wrapped around its leg with a messy bow. Leaning over, she untied the paper scanning the scribbled words.
Fe,
Can’t sleep. Meet me outside in 10. We need to talk.
-F
A tired smile slipped onto her lips as she slid out of bed. She quickly pulled on her shoes and combed her hair before slipping out of the Ravenclaw common room.
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Leaning against the railing with his hands in his pockets, Fred smiled at the girl as she emerged from her common room.
“We need to talk.” He said softly, taking her hand and leading her over to one of the staircases.
“It couldn’t wait until morning?” Ophelia responded, a small yawn slipping from her lips.
“It’s important, Fe.” He spoke in a serious tone, which instantly woke the girl up.
“What is it?”
“George and I are leaving Hogwarts.” He muttered. The pair was silent for a moment before he decided to continue. “We have no reason to stay anymore.”
Ophelia opened her mouth to reply, her eyes meeting his as they began to tear up. “What are you going to do?”
“We’re going to start a joke shop. We’ve been wanting to do it for years and Harry gave us his winnings from the triwizard tournament. It just seems like the right time with everything happening.” He said quietly, Ophelia nodding. He looked down at his feet, hearing the girl next to him sniffle.
He and Ophelia had grown close since she had arrived, and this decision was not an easy one for him. He and his twin had been itching to leave since they had become of age, and with all that was happening with You-Know-Who and the evil woman who had taken over the school, there was no better time than the present. It was no secret he had grown to fancy Ophelia. George teased him about it relentlessly while also encouraging him to do something about it, but with this new development, it felt like the wrong timing.