The Shenanigans of the Misdirected Owl

Chapter 1: Nutters the Owl

Marigold Allina Canticum sat with her head sitting on her desk as her forehead felt the cool metal. The window lay in front of her desk open as she breathed in the cool air. Many things crossed the young witch's mind as she sat there. The most prominent thought was his face. How long would it be until she got to see her beautiful brown eyes, and his fiery red hair? Twelve hours.

It had been just this summer that Marigold decided that she was in love. She didn't know how long she had been in love or for that matter why she was in love, but as a sixth year at Hogwarts she knew. She knew she was in love with one of her best friends. George. She thought as she smiled to herself.

Just as she began to endeavor into her wonderful day dreams about the fiery redhead, the young witch received a terrible nip on her hand.

"OUCH!" Marigold screamed as she shot out of her comfortable position she once held upon the desk. Marigold met face to face with her very own, Nutters the Owl. She had been sending messages to and fro the burrow all summer to her dear friend Ginny, and of course her favorite lovable twins.

Nutters just looked at the witch with the same manic expression as he always did when he arrived with a letter. Nutters dropped the vanilla colored envelopes and stood there expectantly waiting for his owner to bequeath him a treat.

Marigold went to the small cupboard that sat in her room. She pulled out the owl treats that sat in the tiny jar, and quickly picked up the envelopes that lay on her desk.

"Nutters you are a crazy git." The witch teased as she gave the owl its long awaited treat, and ripped open the first envelope.

It read:

Mari-Mari-Marikins!

It is your favorite twin George writing because his brother Fred is a git and can't use a quill to save his life. It makes you wonder why he only got three O.W.L.s huh? Anywho! The Weasley father unit was wondering when you will be using the Floo to get your fanny over here! We shall be heading out the day after tomorrow and we need you to make a full Quidditch team. Plus, Fred and I have some new products that you need to see! Oh and I call sitting next to you on the train because I'm your favorite! I shall see you in the morrow!

Sweet Dreams, Marigold!

The lass couldn't help but smile at the wizard's silliness, but couldn't help but sigh as her heart was betraying her. She couldn't be in love with her best friend that was silly and childish. Nonetheless, she put the letter in the box with her other letters. The lass proceeded to open the second envelope that lay on her desk that was from her dear friend Ginny.

Marigold!

I understand how you feel, trust me. I think that I may have feelings for someone else, but it really is complicated. But Really? You really have a crush on George! That is the most wonderful thing I have ever heard! I've always wanted another sister, and you knew that! Why don't you just tell him? I'm sure that he wouldn't reject you. I've noticed the way he would act when he got a letter from you. Just tell him. Oh! And PaPa wants to know when you are coming in! He said that he has to know when his favorite brunette is arriving, a flatterer, that one is!

Much Love, Gin Gin!

Marigold smirked to herself as she thought of her dear friends the Weasleys she couldn't help but love them. Marigold has had her trunk packed for days practically dying to leave her forsaken home. The one thing you must know about this dear witch is that she is an orphan to one of the most influential homes in the ministry of magic. Evangeline Orpington took Marigold into her home only after her dear sister Daisy was killed by a band of death eaters. Evangeline was the complete opposite of Daisy which much to Marigold's dismay meant in the presence of Evangeline, Marigold was to be 'prim and proper.'

Evangeline held on of the highest seats in the Ministry of Magic which dealt with the protection against the Dark Arts. Marigold hardly saw Evangeline because of her viriogours schedule, and the only times she did see Evangeline was when the Galas came around. Marigold was forced to be a regal woman with decorum which was quite the opposite of who she was. All Evangeline wanted to do was show the world her 'perfect' daughter who received eleven O.W.L.s.

Regardless of her boisterous personality, and bold behavior Marigold was an excellent student that could care less about her studies. Marigold knew that her fate was sealed because her dear auntie Evangeline would set her up with any job she wanted. Not that Marigold wanted to even work in the ministry, but she would be the 'prefect' daughter.

Marigold sighed as she approached her cupboard to retrieve a piece of parchment and a quill to write back Ginny. She made the note brief:

Gin-ger Ale!

I can't tell your brother that I like him silly! He is my best friend, and I can't ruin what we have! Now I shall be there promptly at 7:00 as I know your dear Mummsy loves to have an early breakfast!

Cheers, Mari

Marigold quickly sealed the envelope as she gave it to Nutters.

"Now, Nutter I need you to bring this to the burrow okay?" She questioned the owl. The slightly insane owl hooted in response and began to leave for his journey to the Burrow.

Marigold made her way to the wonderful bed that lay in her large room. Slowly falling to sleep having dreams of Quidditch, Snitches, and on lovely redheaded boy.

~.o.O.o.~

George sat at the edge of his bed looking out the window of his room. He waited for the arrival of her letter like a child would wait for presents from Saint Nick.

"Are you listening to me you crazy git?" Fred asked as he hummed his pillow at his seemingly identical brother. George nearly fell off his bed as the unsuspecting pillow made contact with his head.

"Sorry, was a bit off. Repeat?" George said as he broke out of his day dream. He looked toward his brother with indifference in his eyes.

"Are you alright lad? You seem a bit zonked out today…" Fred commented as he started to talk about more business endeavors with his brother. The truth was George was utterly and completely ZONKED. He had waited countless nights for her letter, and spent many nights worrying. He couldn't possibly understand why he was feeling this way.

He started to feel like he liked Mari-kins. He knew that she was just like family, and to him and George, well they were the three musketeers. But he couldn't help but bubble over when her received messages from her because she was special. NO! He thought, George did not know it but he was falling for his best friend.

"Alright the lot of you it's light out!" Molly Weasley screamed as she went up the stairs of the burrow. The two lads hit the sack quite quickly, and all was well until there was a tap at the window. George got up quite brusquely as he opened the window to find Nutters sitting there.

"Hey there Nut." George greeted the owl as he scratched his head. The owl dropped the envelope and enjoyed the petting he received from George. George thanked the owl, and sent him on his way. George could smell the delicate sent of Marigold on the envelope as he opened it.

Fred could see George reading the note as he rose from his bed. George could not believe what he read, and felt as though his heart was ripped into two.

"What's it say lad?" Fred asked as he tried to read over his brother's shoulder. George crumbled up the letter with much gusto.

"She'll be here for seven." He replied glumly as he climbed back into bed. Fred could feel that the air was off as he nodded.

"Hey, Georgie are you alright?" Fred asked his counterpart as he pulled the covers over his body.

"Sod off. Alright?" George said as her turned to face the wall with his heart broken into pieces.