Chapter 2
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Fred's POV
One day of classes gone. Thank God. I also found out early this morning that I have classes with Schuyler; a lot of classes in fact. She was in my Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. She's all I could think about recently, considering she was everywhere.
I sat silently, for once in my life, playing with my food. Wondering what Schuyler was doing. Probably sending a letter, no doubt, but what of it? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I was starting to think like a stalker, and that just wouldn't do. I looked around at my friends and immediately started goofing off with my twin.
That's when she walked in. She was quiet and didn't look up. I was kind of upset that she didn't look at me, but then again, why would she? It's not like I was special or anything to her, but still… I felt as though we connected… somehow.
At least tomorrow was another free day. No classes, just sleeping in and chilling out again. I continued to laugh along with the guys, as I usually did, but I kept thinking of Schuyler.
"I'm gonna head out, guys. See y'later." I said quickly.
"G'night Fred," the guys echoed.
I nodded and left the Great Hall. I couldn't bring myself to go to the Common Room. Instead, I just roamed around the castle, around the different floors and through the library. I sat with a book on the desk in front of me, waiting for something, anything to happen. I didn't know what I wanted to happen, but I was waiting for something interesting to happen.
Schuyler's POV
After sending the letter, I didn't feel any better. I knew I'd get advice and stuff, but really, I don't know what else I expected from sending that letter. I couldn't really face people, and I sure as hell didn't want to at all, but I was starving! I walked in the Great Hall, keeping my eyes mostly on the floor, sneaking a quick peak at Fred although he really wasn't in the mood for a conversation at the moment.
I sat quietly, ate my food and left the hall just as I had come, quiet and looking down at the floor. I snuck a look over at where Fred had been sitting, but only caught sight of one twin. Maybe he went to bed already… I thought.
My mind was still racing. I didn't want to go to bed just yet; I wanted to do something to relax. But what could I do? The library always calms me down… I thought. Yeah, I'll head to the library. Without another thought, my feet guided me out of the Great Hall and over to the Grand Staircase.
I walked up the stairs slowly, running a hand through my hair. My head was killing me. So much was happening so soon! I'd only been back for a day or two, yet everything was all screwy. A baby brother at the school, a guy who showed interest, and I missed my uncles so dearly… I wished they would write back quickly. It had been two days since I had sent off the letter to Uncle Moony. Unfortunately, I couldn't write to Uncle Padfoot, which was what I really wanted to do; I hated that he was stuck in Azkaban for something I know he could never have done.
I shook out my short, straight hair feeling the need to dye it as soon as possible. What with the eyes and the mostly black hair, I looked almost exactly like my baby brother, or closer to the truth, he looked like me. Considering that I was older.
I walked in the library, searching the shelves quickly for a book to sift through. I finally settled on a good history book. I was hoping for a romance novel, but it turns out that the school didn't have any. So I ended up reading a not so fun book, but a book nonetheless. I sat at the first empty table I saw, relaxing into the seat and dropping the book onto the table in front of me. I looked directly down at it, ignoring the world around me.
Fred's POV
I couldn't focus, not a bit… part of it had to be my usual behavior, but I was trying to read my usual prank book. Why the bloody hell couldn't I concentrate on it?
I tapped my fingers on the desk, looking around a bit and then looking back at the book. I put my hand in my hair, trying again to concentrate on reading but again, I failed.
Looking up from it, staring straight ahead this time I was lucky enough to see Schuyler sitting there, staring down at a book silently.
I looked around the library to see if anyone else was around. The room seemed empty other than Schuyler and me. I couldn't even spot Madam Pince around which was extremely unusual; she was always sitting around, particularly when I ventured in here.
I stood up, trying to be quiet and avoid drawing attention to myself before I wanted to be noticed. I walked slowly towards her table and somehow managed to trip on my own shoe lace; falling over face first, right next to her table. She jumped up and squeaked a little before her hand flew to her mouth, muffling the sound.
I felt myself blush the color of my red hair and tried to push myself up off the ground. "Are you alright?" she whispered, kneeling down next to me.
"Yeah," I mumbled. I pushed myself up on to my knees and looked at her, "Well, this went much smoother in my head."
She giggled softly. She had such a pretty laugh, I had to admit. "I'm sure it did," she laughed, "we keep meeting like this." I nodded, letting out a small laugh myself.
"Do you wanna sit down?" she asked kindly, gesturing towards the seat across from where she had been sitting.
"I'd love to," I replied.
Schuyler's POV
I felt myself flirting… it was the weirdest thing ever. I never flirt or show any interest in a guy what-so-ever. A few people had tried, of course, mainly for dares but still. I never even gave them the time of day, much less flirted back; but with Fred, it was just so easy.
"So, Black huh? You wouldn't happen to be related to Sirius Black, the serial killer?" he said. I thought he was joking, but I wasn't sure. I shifted in my chair uncomfortably. "That was a joke… sorry…" Fred said quickly when I stayed silent.
I shifted again. "It's no big. He's my uncle," I said quietly, "but nobody else has made that connection… or they just haven't told me that they've made it, either way."
Fred smiled awkwardly. "Well, I'm pretty tired," he stated, stretching out his long, muscled arms, "I should probably head back to my dorm."
I nodded. "Same here. You know how strict they are with the curfew this year." I mentioned quietly.
"Don't I know it."
I smiled and stood up. He followed suit and we walked in silence up to the common room. "Well, I'll see ya later," I said softly.
"See ya," he replied. With that, we climbed the stairs to our respective dormitories.
I got to my room and sunk down into my bed, I felt all melancholy and it was really weird. As much as I liked Fred, he was the first one to mention my last name… I missed Uncle Padfoot and Fred mentioning it just reminded me of how much I missed him.
I stood up again, stripping down from my regular school robes into my black tank top and short shorts. I climbed into bed again, closed the curtains, and fell asleep. Dreams of Fred invading my mind.