Sparks Fly In The Dark ~A Hogwarts Love Story~
Okay, this is the story of Willow Levine. She is a 14 year old witch. She has a twin, her name is Stella. She also has a younger sister, Summer. They are all a little on the gothic side, but not too much. Anyway, she has a huge crush on Fred Weasley.
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I had somehow managed to roll my ankle up to the stairs, and much to my dismay, George had to catch me. Dammit, wrong twin I thought, looking at the roof. I turned to George and thanked him, before rushing up to Vi, who was trying to contain her snorts and giggles.
"Oh, shut your guts..." I shot at her.
"Oooh, tender are we?" she teased. I hurried off to the great hall, and took my seat at the Ravenclaw table.
I took my chances, and spared a look at Fred. He was laughing and chatting with Angelina Johnson.
As he should be I thought. She is pretty, and in Gryffindor and she is in his year. Of course he would like her . My heart sunk a little as I thought this. I spotted Summer farewelling Seamus and Stell kissing Dean. Violet perched herself next to me, however her and Blaise kept exchanging longing looks across the hall.
I nearly vomited. I waved my hand in front her face.
"Earth to ViVi...." Her only response was a deep and meaningful sigh and another longing look in Blaise's direction.
Dumbledore approached his little stand, and told everyone about this TriWizard Cup. I had no intentions of entering or trying out or whatever. So I let my mind wander.
After what seemed like forever, I jumped in surprise as someone waved their hand in front of my face.
"Huh, w-what?" I stuttered. It was Stella.
"You have been staring at Fred this whole time!" She giggled. I flushed.
"Did he see?" I glanced in his direction, and as if on cue, he smiled and winked at me.
"Maybe a little...." Stella answered.
I wasn't too worried, actually.
This mightn't be such a bad year, after all .