OneShot #12! HARRY POTTER; Fred. Fred sighed as he walked out by the black lake, the wind swept his long ginger hair backwards, his old robe flying behind him. He lowered himself to the ground by a big tree and leaned his back against it, breathing in the fresh air. He loved his family, really he did. But sometimes he needed someone other than George to talk to. And now that George had a girlfriend -who he wouldnt even tell Fred about- Fred definitely felt rather alone. His brown eyes fluttered shut, his eye lashes brushing against his skin. Megan laughed at her friends, who were arguing again. Her black hair was blowing around her face, though it usually sat incredibly straight, just below her breasts. Her light green eyes wondered around the scenery as she again wondered how she -a plain, boring, normal muggle girl- had gotten lucky enough, not only to be a wizard, but to be at hogwarts. Living in the beautiful castle for most of the year, a lot of people forget how truly spectacular it all was. But to Megan, it was always so magnificent. Her eyes continued to take in her surroundings when they stopped on a boy. Possibly a year older than her? He had ginger hair, and pale skin. Freckles scattered across his face. And though he was leaning against a tree, his eyes shut and his head tilted towards the sky, Megan couldnt help but notice that he looked lonely... and so very elegant. He was obviously tall with quite broad shoulders, slender hands and hips. He had long legs and high cheekbones, lips that even now, curled up at the corners in a mischievous smile. Of course, only she would take that much notice. She was after all, an artist. “ill catch up with you guys.” she spoke softly, walking towards him. “you look awfully lonely.” a soft and melodic voice broke through freds thoughts, and caused him to look at the source. She was a tall girl, with medium length ebony hair, pale green eyes and long eye lashes. Her skin was pale, and her legs long. Her lips were full and red, her hips the perfect size and she had curves in all of the right places. Her breasts were fuller than most -which she hated, it meant even more unwanted attention- and her posture was near perfect. She was a ravenclaw. The only thing that slurred her perfect image were the scars. Even in her black skinny jeans, white heels, loose tank top and leather jacket, you could see them. She had a long scar that ran down her face, starting at her temple, curving in line with her cheekbone and ending at the corner of her mouth. There were more on her shoulder blades, that travelled down into the cleavage of her shirt and 2 more on her hip. “i was attacked by a werewolf. It thankfully didnt bite me. Not that I have anything against werewolves, I just have a low tolerance for pain.” she informed him, noticing his eyes drifting along her scars. He smiled sheepishly at her. “its okay. I’m used to it, and I have nothing to hide.” she sat beside him and smiled. “im Megan by the way.” she informed him, brushing her hair behind her ear. “fred. And I spose I am. Lonely.” he replied. “well then, tell me about yourself?” she suggested, laying back against the tree and hugging her legs to her chest. And so he did. Fred told her of all of his siblings -spending longest on his twin and best friend- and of course the golden trio, of how George had a girlfriend and he felt as though he had no one to talk to. And she returned the favour, saying she was an only child with a mother who loved her, and a father, who still saw her as his little girl. Her parents were together. She was a cliché happy girl. Once she finished, she noticed Fred looked a small bit happier, but not enough to satisfy her. She stood, brushing the dust from her jeans and she put on her ravenclaw scarf. Megan held out a delicate hand to him -which, he noted, had more scars running across them- and helped him up. Fred looked at her questioningly, raising an eyebrow. Megan just smirked and entwined their fingers, pulling him along. Her eyes danced with mischief and gleamed in the sun. “we, Fred, have some serious pranking to pull.” she informed him. Fred nodded in agreement, a smirk tugging at his lips, a smirk that matched hers. “i say, we begin with the slytherins.” they spoke together, and grinned as they shared a glance. “what a beautiful start to a beautiful friendship.” Megan laughed. “its going to be a good year. For us.” Fred retorted, amusement shining in his now bright eyes. ~TA TheChosenOne
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 20:13:51 +0000
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