When Willow Fell for George
(a two-shot story)
Willow smiled as she walked down Diagon Alley among the other witches and wizards. She felt proud for being able to do both 'wand magic' and her Wicca magic, being mostly self taught. Recently she had found from her father that the Rosenbergs were an ancient and noble wizarding family and she was, what some witches and wizards here called, a pure-blood witch, not that it really mattered to her. In her mind she was still shy, awkward-around-boys, lovable, smart Willow Rosenberg, a proud member of the Scoobies. She spotted a store called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and decided to go in. When she entered she knew Xander would have love this place. She walked over to the Pygmy Puff area and smiled as they all tried to get her attention.
They're so cute, she thought.
"Hello, miss," a voice with a British accent said, "May I be of assistance?"
Willow turned around to see a guy with red hair and freckles smiling at her. She felt herself blush madly and replied,
"Oh, hello! No, I'm just looking. I saw your shop from outside and thought it would be fun to explore."
The guy smiled even wider. He motioned for someone to come over and Willow saw his twin walking over.
"I'm George Weasley," the first one said.
"And I'm Fred Weasley. We're the owner's of this amazing shop!"
"Willow Rosenberg. It's very nice to meet you both."
The twins just looked at each other and, if possible, smiled even wider. They couldn't believe that the Rosenberg family was back in England.
"Well Miss Rosenberg, what brings you to England," George asked.
"Oh, nothing much really. Just wanted to see the world."