.:. Three of a Kind .:. {Fred Weasley Love Story}

.:. Three of a Kind .:. {Fred Weasley Love Story}

Blue = Happy/Content
Green = Excited/Pleased/Amused
Dark Pink = Crushing
Light Pink = Love
Brown = Sad/Hurt
Light Grey = Worried/Nervous
Black = Confused
Red = Angry/Frustrated
Deep Purple = Attracted
Bright Yellow = Jealous
Orange = Surprised
Aquamarine = Playful/Happy/Cheerful
Gold = Annoyed
Violet = Scared
Burgundy = Embarrassed
Black = Confused

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Chapter 1

.:*:.

by: weatherby
As Veronica Wilson sat on the swing, gently rocking back and forth, there was nothing about her appearance that seemed strange or mysterious. Her long blonde hair flew behind her, riding the currents of the warm summer air, her somewhat pale legs swung aimlessly below her, her long, slim fingers were wrapped tightly around the swing chain. The only odd thing was that, while most of the other fourteen year-olds were happily celebrating the beginning of summer holidays, Veronica was glumly looking around the park a block from her house.

Tears were falling from her eyes, which were covered by blue coloured contacts to hide her secret. She looked around the playground she knew so well. She was sure she could navigate herself around the swings and slides, under the monkey bars and bridge, and over the model car with her eyes shut; she had done it enough times while playing countless games of Sandman.

More tears spilled from her eyes until she was silently sobbing, thinking of all the memories that were attached to this place. This was where, nine years earlier, she had first met Katie, her best friend. This was where she and Katie had spent almost every single evening of their friendship. Veronica had even had her first kiss here from Mark Amaro. So many friends had been made here; so many memories she would never forget. And now she had to leave it all behind.

Veronica's mother, Rene, had received the news four weeks earlier, but the time just flew by. Rene's work required her to move to England, so the two had packed up their lives into trunks and were planning to leave later that day.

Veronica sighed, taking one last look at the scene, then started walking home. She knew she would come and visit many times, but for some reason that didn't seen to offer her much comfort. She had the most bizarre feeling that her life would never go back to the way it had been.

Anyone who saw Veronica trudging down the street would have thought that she was just a normal teenager that, perhaps, had been dumped by her boyfriend or some other small catastrophe. There was nothing about her tall, slender body that seemed strange or mysterious. Nothing about her pale complexion or slightly rosy cheeks that depicted anything out of the ordinary. Looks could be so deceiving.

Veronica was not, in fact, a normal Canadian teenager. She was actually about the farthest thing from a normal teenager.

Veronica was a witch--a witch fresh from her third year at Jolisjardins, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had always known she was a witch, since her mother was one as well. From day one Rene emphasized that under no condition was Veronica to tell anyone her secret. When she was ten years old, however, Rene agreed Veronica inform Katie of her powers because she would have to leave to attend Jolisjardins, a boarding school. It took a bit of convincing, but Katie finally believed her best friend and found it all very exciting.

Once Katie knew her secret, Veronica didn't have to wear her contacts in front of her, which had been becoming quite a nuissance. This was due to the fact that her eyes changed colours with her mood. She had inherited this trait from her grandmother, Grace. As a matter of fact, according to Rene, that's not all Veronica had inherited from her rebellious grandmother.

Grace had been a wild, fun-loving, outgoing woman who never passed up the opportunity for a good joke--or even a bad one. She adored travelling and attending parties and didn't care what other people thought of her. In school, Grace had been a bit of a troublemaker; she always used to play pranks on those who deserved them. All of those qualities described Veronica to a letter.

"Hey, sweetie!" Rene yelled from the family room as Veronica entered her soon-to-be-vacant home. "Make sure you're all ready because I think we should leave within the next half-hour!"

"Okay! I love you, Mummy!" Veronica called back.

She ran upstairs to her room where there were still a couple of small things to pack. Her room, once so messy with knick-knacks and and clothes that she could barely see the floor, now seemed eerily empty. The only things left in her room were her bunk-bed--which her mum had forgotten to send to their new home that morning--her bedside table, and her trunk.

Sitting on her bottom bunk, Veronica began emptying the contents of the bedside table into her trunk. She examined a copy of Gone With the Wind, her favourite book. She must have read it at least twelve times. There were four picture frames sitting on the table. Two of them were of Veronica and Katie, one recent and one from when they were six. The third was of a beaming Rene, and the fourth was of all of her family on her mum's side. Rene was the fourth of eight children, so Veronica had a lot of cousins, aunts, and uncles, all of whom she loved dearly.

As Veronica placed the picture of the two best friends in her trunk, she remembered their farewell the day before when Katie had left for Australia, where she was visiting her relatives. It had been a tearful good-bye, as this would be the first summer in nine years that they had not spent together. It had also been difficult to say good-bye to Katie's parents, who were dear family friends. Veronica thought of Katie's dad as a sort-of father figure; her own father had run out on them when Veronica was four. She had very little to remember him by, and her most vivid memory was of her parents arguing.

She opened the table drawer and was beginning to close it when she noticed a crumpled piece of paper. She picked it up, smoothed it out and smiled warmly. It was a legend she and her mum had made over the years of the colours Veronica's eyes became according to her mood. It read:

Blue = Happy/Content
Green = Excited/Playful/Amused
Dark Pink = Crushing
Light Pink = Love
Brown = Sad Hurt
Light Grey = Worried/Nervous
Red = Angry/Frustrated
Deep Purple = Attracted
Bright Yellow = Jealous
Orange = Surprised
Aquamarine = Playful/Happy/Cheerful
Gold = Annoyed
Violet = Scared
Burgundy = Embarrassed
Black = Confused

Veronica decided to keep this list and stuffed it into the pocked of the denim shorts she was wearing, accompanied by a bright green tank top.

After looking around her room one last time, she joined her mother in the family room.

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