Isela's Corner .

Divination was horrible. I barely kept my eyes open as Professor Trelawney goes on and on about whatever shit she pulled out of that damned crystal ball of hers. Although what was more annoying is of course, the one and only, Fred weasley.

His medium-length hair, his stupid face, that shit eating grin. Everything about him just messes with me in the worst way possible. And why was he staring at me like I was the most interesting thing in the room? I mean I always am but still. I just couldnt help but feel "observed" in a way. Was there something on my face? Is my hair messy? Is it my posture?

Oh god, is he planning something?

Merlin, I might pass out from all the thought running circles around my mind. At this point, I just couldnt wait for this day to end and sneak out after curfew. Its the only time I get to relax, anyway. Thinking over and over about why the hell he was looking at me, Professor Trelawney suddenly calls my name.

"What did you answer for number four, dear?", she asked.

I could only look down at my own work when I realized, shit. I haven't written down a single thing since I stepped into this classroom. "Define Phyllomancy and explain what medium is used to practice it." ... What the FUCK is folomocy or however the fuck you say it. I could only helplessly look around the class, hoping someone would volunteer to take my place, only to see all of them either staring at me, (Fred Weasley), or half asleep. I didn't know what to say.

"Um… maybe it’s… asking a wizard named… Phil? And the… medium is… just Phil talking? I think? I really dont-"

Before I could even finish guessing the answer, the whole classroom erupts with laughter while im face to face to a very disappointed Professor. When she opened her mouth to speak, the universe answers my prayers. The bell ringing was like music to my ears. I jumped up my seat and bolted out the classroom without a second thought.

The night comes, I slip away from my common room, my surroundings dark. I immediately listen for footsteps other than mine. I started to walk after I was sure the coast was clear. Suddenly, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I heard footsteps coming right towards me. Fast ones. I barely had time to react until I practically slammed right into them. They smelt like cinnamon. When I looked up, I was face to face with a very familiar red-head. Fred Weasley. Odd, he wasnt with his twin, the less the better I guess. He looked just as surprised, if not more, as I was.

"What are you doing here?", I say, annoyance clear in my voice because I did not want my night to be ruined by him, out of all people.

"I could say the same to you." , he breathes out.

I look down. He was holding a piece of parchment of some sort. Wouldnt be surprised if it was some kind of new prank product he wanted to test out. I straighten up, about to walk past him when he stops me.

"Woah there, are you really going to leave me that fast?"

"What?"

"Oh you know, wouldnt you love to talk with your favorite gryffindor every once and a while? Its not every day that we end up alone. Just the two of us.", he says before doing a stupid wink.

"I dont have the time for this."

"Come on, It will be fun."

"Fine."

"I knew it. You just couldnt resist me can you?"

"You wish, Weasley."

"Oh, I do."

I sigh. Why did I even agree to this at all?

Some time past, talking to Fred is not that bad after he sets his gigantic ego aside. He wasnt as bad as I thought. Turns out he came outside for the exact reason as I did. We ended up finding out that we had a lot of things in common. I felt almost flattered to finally see him beneath all of his sarcasm. He was almost soft, even. Shit. I dont want to fall for him. What if he didnt like me back? We never got along anyway. After a few hours, we decided to go back to our dormitories. The walk back back was quiet and empty after we had part ways. I kind of missed the noise, although a crucio spell cant even get me to admit that.

The sun shines brightly towards my bed which was right beside the window. It was a friday, thankfully. Breakfast was quiet. I keep zoning out thinking about what me and Fred had talked about last night. It felt nice, to finally have someone that understands. Merlin, Ive lost my mind.

I walk to class when suddenly, he walks towards me. turn around to find him holding something out for me. It was the object I saw him holding last night.

"Weasley, if you think im falling for this you thought wrong."

"I swear its not a trick. Please, just take it."

For the first time ever, he looked nervous. Almost desperate, even. I finally give in and grab the parchment from his trembling hands. I close my eyes for a second, bracing myself for something to pop out and onto my face, or worse, but nothing came. I slowly open my eyes and observe the item. Now that I see it up close, this is definitely a letter. I look up at him in confusion, and was met with literally no explanation.

"I wanted to give you this."

I open my mouth to speak but he already walked off to George, who was grinning like a maniac. I open up the letter and...