Chapter One: Alyssa's POV

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My eyes shot open as my obnoxious alarm clock proceeded to grow legs and bounce. All. Around. The

Freaking. Room. My aunt Helena had gotten me this at Diagon Alley last year and I was still trying to decide if it was annoying or cool. It took me about ten minutes to capture my jumping alarm clock. Than I ran into the shower, trying to let the water rinse away the depressed feelings that had returned yesterday evening when I had tried (and failed) to ask George Weasley to the Yule Ball. I've been this damn school six FREAKING years. You would think by now I would be able to talk to a boy. But George isn't just a boy. George is-well George! The same George I've been in love with since he rammed straight into me in Flourish and Blotts the summer before our first year at Hogwarts.

I sighed and hot out of the shower, pulling on jeans and a fuzzy sweater under my robes. I quickly ran a brush through hair. All the while thinking of George Weasley. And that is a long time to be thinking! I have this weird hair that's halfway between curly and straight, so it usually just fuzzes out.

I pulled on my combat boots and left the bathroom to pick up my bag before I got to class.