Fred and George stumbled into the common room, giggling like the giddy school boys they were. Quidditch practice had just gone particularly well and the two had lingered in the locker room afterwards to discuss plans for the future like they often did when no one was around.

"Hey guys." Lee Jordan said from behind a sheet of parchment. Fred plunked himself next to his friend and eyed the paper.

"Whatcha reading?" He asked.

"Love letter." Lee answered simply.

"No way." George said, sitting on the other side of him and peering at the letter himself. He noticed it smelled slightly of citrus. "You got a love letter? From who?"

"Oh gee, thanks George, for reaffirming the fact that I can't get a date." Lee huffed. "And anyway, it's not for me, it's for you." He added, handing the younger twin the letter.

"Now that's a surprise." Fred laughed. "Someone actually has a crush on ickle Georgie? How sweet." He rested his cheek in the palm of his hand in a mocking display of affection.

George didn't answer. His face felt like it was burning. Girls never liked him. It was Fred they always seemed to fall for, which he found annoying since the two were supposedly identical. Just because Fred was slightly more outgoing than himself... And yet there it was, "Dear George Weasley" written at the top.

"George? Did you not hear me?" Fred said, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Huh-wha?" George blinked and looked at his brother, snapped out the trance.

"Who's it from?" he asked, eying the bottom of the page. The signature was covered by George's thumb.

"Ask Lee. He read it first." He answered absentmindedly.

"Didn't get that far." Lee shrugged.

"Uh." George continued to the bottom of the page.

Love,

Heaven.

Fred snorted.

"Heaven? Heaven? The hell kind of name is that?" He laughed.

"The girl actually signed it heaven?" Lee asked disbelievingly, grabbing for the parchment. George held it away from him and narrowed his eyes at the other two.

"Shut up. It's probably just a pen name. Couldn't write her actual name or something." He snapped at the two. Even if he didn't know who it was, he felt a sort of sympathy toward the author of the note. Shy, obviously, but daring enough to sneak into the boys' dorm and place a love note in there. Unless...

"Lee, where'd you find this?" He asked.

"On your pillow. Why?" The dark-skinned boy answered.

"Oh Jeezus, she left it on his pillow? That's just..." Fred trailed off into giggles after being sent a glare from his twin.

"Just wondering." He said. So she was brave. And if she could get into their dorm in the first place, she must have been a Gryffindor herself...

In the Ravenclaw tower, a girl sat in the common room, a fifth year with short, curly, brown hair and a cute face which was currently beet red and hidden behind a book. She wondered if he had found the note yet. His Quidditch practice couldn't go on past 8:00, that would be unreasonable. No, 9:00 would be unreasonable... But that didn't mean that he wasn't back already...

She growled in frustration. Part of her wanted to take the letter back, the other part wished he had read it, figured out who she was, was on his way to the Ravenclaw tower right now, had somehow figured out how to get in, and would come into the common room, sweep her into his arms and kiss her in a way only the closest of lovers do.

"You're thinking about a boy." Came a dreamy voice. She looked up to see the resident freak of Ravenclaw house, Luna Lovegood, reading her father's periodical, The Quibbler, upside down.

"And you're reading a tabloid upside down and not even looking me." She answered.

"I am." Luna replied calmly, not having sensed the undertones of hostility in the girl's voice.

"So how do you know I was thinking of a boy?" The girl asked.

"You haven't put down that book since you came in a half hour ago and you haven't turned a single page." Luna answered simply, licking her thumb and turning the page of her own reading material. The girl looked at her exasperatedly.

Luna Lovegood was younger than her, but she still knew the girl for being a freak. They had never spoken before this moment, but the rumors she had heard had been confirmed by this conversation.

"Celestyn?" Luna asked. The girl blinked at her. This wasn't the first time someone knew her name before they had been introduced, but she still found this odd.

"What is it?" She responded. Luna looked at her over her magazine.

"Who is it?"

"Who is what?"

"The boy."

"None of your business." Celestyn sniped back, giving her a contemptuous look that she seriously hoped wasn't ruined by her still-pink cheeks.

"Okay then." Luna answered simply, looking back down at The Quibbler. Aggravated, Celestyn stood up.

"I'm going to bed." She announced only to be polite.

"That's peculiar, going to bed so early." Luna said.

"You're the one who's 'peculiar'..." Celestyn grumbled under her breath as she marched up to her dormitory and shut the door, finding her friend Machiko Yamamoto sitting on her bed. When she heard the door open and close, she turned onto her side and grinned.

"So did you do it?" she asked. Celestyn nodded. "And so the charm worked?"

"As far as I know. But then again, it could have ended up in Fred's bag, or in some Slytherin's potions book or on Harry Potter's trunk... Oh God..." Her face was turning bright red again and she groaned loudly, collapsing on her own bed and covering her face in her hands. "I shouldn't've done this. It was a bad idea..."

"Be quiet you." Machiko commanded, throwing a sock at her friend. "It was so a good idea. The charm was flawless, and we even followed the damn note up to the portrait of the fat lady. So of course it didn't land with any Slytherin, don't know where you got that idea."

"Maybe he gave one of them one of his trick sweets?" She suggested pessimistically.

"Oh Jeez. It's meant to track his scent. I think your Fred theory would be more likely." Machiko said. "Which brings me to another thing... what did you use for his scent?" The question only caused Celestyn to blush harder.

"Scarf..." She mumbled, looking down in shame. "But I only borrowed it for that spell, honest! He was just sitting there in the library, reading some book... Probably something he really shouldn't have been reading..." She trailed off and a soft smile came to her face before another one of Machiko's socks to her head snapped her back to reality. "Anyway! So I just summoned it over... He had fallen asleep by that time anyway... and I ran off."

"And you knew it was George?" Machiko asked with a smirk, suddenly feeling like tugging on her friend's emotions.

"Positive. I think I know the guy I like from his twin, no matter how alike they look." Celestyn answered, looking confident for the first time that day. Machiko laughed.

"Well good for you. I'm sure he's reading it right now and wondering how to get into Ravenclaw tower so he can sweep you into his arms and-"

"I didn't sign it with my name." Celestyn sighed. "There was a REASON I was sorted into Ravenclaw, you know."

"Oh." Machiko said, sounding slightly disappointed. "What did you sign it as then?"

"Heaven."

My first fic on here... Hope you guys like it! Comment plese!