"Ron…it's happening again." Hermione barely warned him as some pink hearts made their way out of his bag and started floating around the Great Hall, gaining size. A smile crept across her features as she watched amused how the boy jumped in the air in a miserably failed attempt to catch them, going beet red with embarrassment. However, the bright face was slowly replaced with a frown after the image of Katie Bell appeared in some of the bigger hearts. Without a second thought, Hermione raised her hand and with a flick of her wand the floating hearts popped like soap bubbles.

"That's it!" Yelled Ron in frustration and took his seat at the table once more, taking a generous bite of his chicken to calm down. "That's the third time this week! She probably thinks I'm obsessed with her after this bloody circus."

"I'm sorry to tell you mate, but you really are obsessed with her." Harry deadpanned, earning a look of disapproval from Hermione, who gave him a hard nudge in the ribs from under the table.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Don't encourage him, Harry!" She cut him short with a severe look. "Ron, you know those two are doing it just to tease you."

Some seats further away, a pair of identical red haired boys were smirking deviously at the scene before them.

"I'm going to get back at them for this."

Night caught Fred and George Weasley in the kitchens. Several rolls of parchment were sprawled over one of the large tables along with ink bottles of different colors.

"Now see George, I was thinking that it's not enough to just grow feathers. Why not transfigure the person into a canary. What do you say?" Fred asked while in the process of rewriting the recipe for one of their joke products. They planned on calling it Canary Creams.

However, the other twin didn't say a thing.

"George?"

Again, nothing.

He stopped writing and turned to look at him, noticing his eyes were fixed in a darker corner of the kitchens, where a girl with long chestnut hair stood, twirling one strand with her fingers. She had her back at them and appeared to be writing something too. Fred had the feeling he knew the girl from somewhere, but he couldn't quite figure out from where. That hair twirling was familiar to him as was the hair color. Then something clicked in his mind. He had caught George looking at her during meals or classes several times.

"Isn't that the girl you fancy?"

His brother just nodded.

Fred raised an eyebrow. It was just awkward; he kept gazing at her.

"Forge, do you even know her name?" The twin asked in hopes of putting some sense in his mind.

"Persephone Ignis Baines, 5th year, best friends with Victoria Waters, Sagittarius and the most talented girl I've ever seen." George replied mesmerized, his eyes never leaving her back.

"Forget I even asked." The red head deadpanned. He shook his head in defeat and continued to write, thinking what was she writing late at night the kitchens that was so important. Surely girls like her were fussing over their beauty sleep.

"What is she even writing there?"

"She isn't writing." George informed him as if he missed an essential piece of information. "She's drawing."

"Oi, why don't you just go to her and ask her out? It's annoying to see you gawk at her like that." He continued, not letting George say a word in his defense. "Besides you already know so many stuff about her the poor girl will think you're a stalker."

The other red head opened his mouth but found no reply and closed it, a tinge of red surfacing on his neck and ears.

"If you don't ask her then I'm going to." Fred tried to blackmail him but, seeing the face his brother made, he decided to tell him otherwise. "Relax, I just wanted to see your reaction, which may I add was brilliant."

He actually had other plans for his brother.

Disclaimer *which applies for all chapters just because I'm lazy*: I do not own Harry Potter. I own only my original characters.

Riiiiight so I know Seph (Persephone for short) sounds like a Mary Sue...She isn't! You'll find along the way she isn't as perfect as Georgie here makes her.

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I think that's about it... Enjoy! ^,...,^