Flashback.
I sat in the crowded room Mum had taken my little sister and I to see a “magic” show. Mum was the biggest muggle ever, she ever bought front row tickets, to Mr. Trixx. Who was Mr. Trixx you ask? Only the greatest magician of our time, greatest muggles knew of.
“You, You in the front row. Copper Hair” I looked up to see Mr. Trixx pointing near me. Too make sure he wasn’t pointing at me I pointed at myself.
“yes Sir’e you, Dearyy!! I can’t get this runny babbit outta this here hat on me own!! Get up here kiddo.” I stood my little eight year body up and walked on stage. Ever since I pulled the “runny babbit” out of his large top hat I had hated magic more than anything in this world. I despised the lies they told children. Until of course that fateful day I got my letter, confusion and excitement hit me like a tidal wave of shock but even more joy.
My first year was decent I was very shy and reserved. Until one day, near a week into school I was walking down the long, lanky, moving stair case. Suddenly the rug beneath my feet yanked out from under me and hovered a few feet above me. Confused, annoyed, and sitting flat on my ass, and bright red I looked up and saw two tall red haired boys. Laughing harder then I had seen anyone laugh for a very long time, Hell one was even tearing up. Probably due to the look on my face; after all my jaw had fallen open and I was super wide eyed now, and sitting exactly when I had fallen but the rug was now resting over my tomato red face. I bravely stood up and launched the ugly, battered rug off my head and ran up four thin, shaking staircases to the red headed twins.
“Bloody Hell!! What are you doing?!?” my feelings were a little hurt after all why did they do that to me?
“Uhm. . . haha” one moment of seriousness was all the one on the left could manage without busting up laughing.
“Seriously! Who are you even?!” I was really upset at this point.
“Fred.” One muttered between laughs.
“George.”
“We’re Weasleys.”
“Well. . . That really hurt!!” You whine a little just trying to keep the conversation going, witch you did rather well on.End Of Flashback.
I stood awkwardly next to platform 9 ¾ eagerly awaiting the Weasley twins, Who I spotted from practically a mile away. After all how could I miss the flaming red hair and brilliant emerald eyes? Nobody could.
“Hey Fred, Hey George!” you yelped excitedly at the happiest moment since you had seen them the year before.
“Hey Jessah.” Started Fred.
“how’s your summah Jessah” George finished as Fred gave him bunny ears.
“Sucked without you blokes. God I missed you two so much!” You announce to practically the entire train station as you run a few feet forward and fling yourself into the middle of the two Weasley twins.
“Bear hug!!” Fred yells as he steals you away from George and gives you a noggie, then squeezes you with all his strength.
“ehh George. Can’t Breath. Lungs. Squished!” You pretend to try and wiggle your way out of his hug.
“heh let’s go now.” He lets go but your eyes meet for a few seconds and your stomach fills with feelings that you’ve never had before. He gives you a look one you’ve never seen form a Weasley boy before. For a few seconds there you had completely forgotten that George was there.
“Y-You look different then before” Fred mumbled under his breath, another thing you had never seen him do.
“hah yea. She cut off all her hair! Doesn’t look half bad Jessie.” George responded. Witch you had the year before it had been below your shoulders and over the summer you had started wearing make-up you were glad no one mentioned that. George stood up and began to leave the booth.
“and your going where?” Fred questioned, raising his eyebrows at his identical twin.
“Bafroom.” Not that there was anywhere else to go. Out the corner of my eye I saw Fred staring at me with the most serious face.
“W-what?” you ask very uncomfortable with his eyes boring into you.
“I-I fink. . . Jessie I love you”
