I do not own Hogwarts. I own the two OC's.
I wanted this to be a one-shot, but deep down, I know that it won't be one.
Snow fell gently in between the thin branches of looming trees. The breeze was quiet but still stung cheeks and froze ears. A lone girl sat on a bench between two trees, tightly wrapped in matching winter gear. Two long, sand-colored braids were visible along her scarlet scarf, tucked into a winter hat. She blew a small breath and it curled silver in the air in front of her, then faded off.
Footsteps crunched behind her and a small smile appeared on the girl's lips. She slid her scarf up to her mouth, not wanting the boy approaching to see. She subtly turned her head away as he sat down next to her, as the smile was widening and was getting harder and harder to hide.
Having a small smile of his own, the boy hesitantly but his hand on hers. With the other, he dug around in his pockets until he pulled out a small plastic bag of half-crumbled cookies. He took the best-looking one and offers one to the girl.
"They're honey-flavored," he stated after a few silent seconds.
The girl's eyes flicked up. "Thank you," she said, taking it in her gloved hands and bringing it to her mouth.
The boy leaned back on the bench. "Marilyn… I'm transferring to a new school next year."
He waited, expecting at least a cry or look of surprise. He wished for an Isaac, I'll miss you! or a Keep in touch with me and the others, okay?
None came. Instead. Marilyn's eyes lit up the tiniest bit. "Really? I am too. That's what I wanted to tell you."
Isaac stared. "Down South?" he said hopefully. Too hopefully, really.
"Yes!"
His breath became irregular. "Drop off at King's Cross?"
"Yes!"
"Is… is it…" Isaac trailed off, unable to bring himself to say it, Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He cleared his throat. "Where are you going to be going?"
Marilyn suddenly went pale. "I, um-don't suppose you've heard of it-I think-I can't-um-" She shoved the rest of her cookie into her mouth.
Isaac looked down and inhaled. He then muttered a few words under his breath.
Marilyn leaned forward. "What was that?"
"Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he let out in a rush. He ducked his head to avoid the gaze Marilyn was probably giving him-either amused, disbelieving, or confused.
He felt her hand draw away from his and his heart sank. He should have never said that.
"Isaac," Marilyn said softly, but urgently. He looked up.
She reached her hand into her coat and pulled out an elegant-looking envelope with a red wax stamp and emerald writing. Isaac hardly believed his eyes as he read the school name. His heart leapt and his eyes locked with Marilyn's, heart racing.
"You're a witch," he breathed.
"And you're a wizard," she replied.
The two threw themselves into a hug, laughing in intense relief. They were going to the same school! Marilyn suddenly wrapped her arms around Isaac's neck and closed her eyes. After a few seconds, they parted and Marilyn's eyes glimmered with joy.
"You taste like cookies," she giggled.