George Weasley

I sigh as the train pulls up to the station, wishing again that the year had lasted longer. I'd met so many new people, had so much fun, and learned things that were BEYOND breathtaking.
"C'mon, Peyton. It's only until next year," George Weasley, my best friend from Hogwarts, says, ushering me into a cabin with his twin brother, Fred, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Lee Jordan. They're all Gryffindors in my year, so I'm nervous like I was on my first ride of the train.
"Yes, but that's two MONTHS without magic AND you guys!" I protest and sit down between George and Alicia.
"My brother Percy says it doesn't feel that long, honest." George smiles at me with radiant brown eyes. His hair is flaming red and cut boy-ishly short.
"Well....still. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too. And the Christmas pudding. Mum just can't seem to make it right," He jokes, obviously not getting my flow. I've liked him all year, but just acted like a friend because it was easier than admitting I liked him.
"Wonder who will still be there next year, teachers i mean. Heard Dumbledore's getting a bit old" Angelina says from behind her issue of Witch Weekly.
"A bit old?! Rubbish!" Fred snaps, "He's the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts, my grandparents say!"
"Yes, well. Things can change..." Fred and Angelina start fighting, so I fake like I need something to eat and George follows with me. I feet somewhat flattered, cause he rarely left Fred's side.
"I wish they'd shutup." I say.
"Yea, me too. I mean: Dumbledore's great, eh!" He says.
"Oh, yes." i reply, but my mind is elsewhere, "Look. I had sooo much fun helping you two prank this year. I hope we can still do it next year."
"Why wouldn't we? " he says slyly.
"I dunno. Just saying. If that git Cedric ever gets on your nerves...you know who to call," I wink.
"Sweeeeet. But, uh. There's been something I've been meaning to tell you."
"Yes?" My heart starts to pound.
George leans in close to my ear. I'm so short against him so it probably would look funny. I can smell him, chocolate and candy wands from the lunch trolly.
"Write to me." He breaths, then flashes a wide grin and slides back into the cabin. I think I might have had a heart-attack, except for the fact that my heart wasn't stopping or frozen: it was doing a victory-backflip/gymnastics routine in my chest.

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