George hated Mondays. Usually because he and Fred would stay up the night before working on some invention or some new prank. But today it was just worse. It was raining. The cold water from the sky always seemed to make George more miserable. Though he always seemed to be watching it. He sat next to the window in his first class, Charms, and stared out it the entire time.
"Now let's practice…" George heard Flitwick say to the class. He raised his wand but he was still looking out the window. That when he noticed something, no, someone standing in the rain. He tried to see who it was but the rain was too thick. Maybe his eyes were just messing with him. But they couldn't be. There was someone standing out in the rain.
"Professor Flitwick. Excuse me, but may I go to the lavatory?" He barely heard Flitwick squeak out yes before he shot up from his seat. He tried to walk slowly through the classroom. Once he got out of there, he bolted through the corridors. He had to see who this person was. He ran through the courtyard right to the spot the person had been standing but no one was there. "Damn eyes…" He turned and started to walk back to the courtyard when he saw her standing there.
"Hello there! I know you're a Weasley because of the red hair!" George stared back at her in disbelief.
"Loony Lovegood? What are you doing out here?" George walked closer to her.
"Oh hello George. I'm at here because I was reading this American Muggle book and in it a girl dances in the rain. I wanted to try it!" Luna beamed at her idea.
"You're crazy!" Luna kept smiling, and then she sneezed. "And you're gonna get a cold. Come on let's go to the infirmary." George grabbed Luna's hand and pulled her back inside the castle. They walked through the castle leading a trail of water behind them. George glanced over at Luna. She looked pretty cute even if she was wet. George blinked a couple time and looked straight ahead again. Were his eyes deceiving him again? George felt his face heat up as they reached the infirmary.
"Goodness! Why are you two soaking wet?" Madame Pomfrey was both shocked and mad.
"Luna was standing out in the rain. She might have caught a cold." George let go of Luna's hand.
"And what about you dear? Your cheeks are a bit red." George felt his face heat up more.
"It's nothing. I hate Mondays. That's all. See ya Luna." With that George turned and left. He might hate Mondays but he wasn't sure what to make of this one.