They spent the rest of the evening together and Celestyn was on cloud nine. They stayed in the library until other students started filtering in to finish homework that they'd put off and was due the next morning and they started getting shushed by them as well as Madame Pince. They left and started wandering the now filled corridors, talking about everything. George brought up Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and Celestyn lit up. He talked about all the products he and Fred had come up with and she just listened, grinning in awe.

"And we were thinking of these things called day dream charms," He was saying as they walked along a corridor, "Where you can just have any fantasy you want actually happen to you during class and the teacher won't even know. You won't have to sit through any boring lectures and the teacher won't even know anything"

"But wouldn't that have side effects?" Celestyn pointed out. "I mean, what if the teacher calls on you or you suddenly have to do something?"

"Well..." George scratched his head, trying to think of a way around it. "Of course this is all still in the thinking process. We still haven't perfected that charm." Celestyn giggled.

"Well, as a Ravenclaw, I can't condone encouraging students to not pay attention, but as your secret admirer, I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors." She told him. He laughed and grinned down at her.

"Thanks. Even though it's not a secret anymore." He reminded her. She chuckled nervously and looked down, still smiling however.

"Are you going to tell your brother about this?" She asked timidly, wondering what the other Weasley twin would think about all this.

"Of course!" George answered. "I mean, Ron's been betting that you were actually a guy this whole time. I mean, I think he may have actually been taking bets." He laughed.
"I meant Fred." Celestyn said, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I was getting to him." George said, grinning at her again. "But yes, of course I'm telling him. He's the one who's been behind me through all this confusion."

"I'm so sorry about that, really." Celestyn apologized for about the twelfth time in their conversation. George put a hand on her shoulder.

"I told you, don't worry about it. I'm just glad it was a cute girl and not someone trying to get me back for pranking them." He said. Celestyn blushed more than she had all day.

"Y-you really think I'm cute?" She stuttered. George grinned and nodded, his own cheeks becoming a little pink.

"Well yeah. I mean, girls NEVER like me. They always like Fred. Either that or they just can't tell us apart, and those are the kind of girls that neither of us even bother with." He said. Celestyn nodded.

"It must suck, people confusing you all the time." She said. George only laughed.

"Not when it's a teacher. It's kind of fun then. Confusing mum is entertaining too. Though that does suck when we're NOT trying to confuse her and she mixes us up on her own." His smile faded a little for a moment before coming back. "I mean, the earliest memories I have, some of them my name was Fred and sometimes it was George." Celestyn laughed and George beamed proudly. "You really are cute, you know?" Celestyn's face became flushed again and George laughed. "Man, you blush so easily."

"Be quiet, it's only because you're so attractive." She said, still smiling as she eyed the floor. George blinked and looked at her, feeling something in his gut flutter slightly.

"Oh please. If that's all, then you must feel the same for Fred." He pointed out, but she shook her head.

"I'll admit that Fred is cute, but... I don't know, there're no feelings there like there are for you. Not to say I'd turn him down if HE ever asked me out but..." She admitted, finishing in a mischievous grin. George just stared at her, the fluttering in his gut becoming more prominent.

"I could probably hook you up." He offered jokingly, grinning. Celestyn grabbed his arm.

"No, I like you, I said!" She insisted, her grin suddenly less mischievous and more plain happy. George stopped. They were in front of the portrait of the fat lady.

"Do you know what time it is Celestyn?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Can't say I do..." She answered. George looked at the Fat Lady who was eyeing him expectantly, not wanting to ask for the password when someone from another house was right there.

"Well what about you?" He asked the painting. "Do YOU know what time it is?"

"I know that most everyone is in the common room son." She answered, still eyeing the Ravenclaw warily. George made a face that gave away that he was deep in thought.

"Do you have homework to finish George?" Celestyn suddenly asked. George looked down at her. "Because if you do, you should really finish it. I'd hate to be responsible for your grades dropping..." He just laughed.

"My grades are bad enough as it is, I really don't think spending time with you is going to affect them any." He said. Celestyn shrugged.

"You never know. Hanging around a Ravenclaw might benefit you when it comes around to exam time." She said, giggling. George grinned and shook his head.

"I seriously doubt it, but you can try." George agreed. He glanced at the fat lady again and sighed. "Is everyone inside?" He asked. She nodded.

"Everyone who's come inside has not left." She answered. George nodded and turned to Celestyn.

"Well... good night then." He said smiling, holding out his arms. Grinning, she hugged him tightly.

"Good night George." She said, before giving him a peck on the cheek. He blushed, but squeezed her lightly before letting go, grinning ear to ear. They waved and Celestyn practically skipped away, feeling happier than she ever had. George turned and entered the common room where he was promptly pounced on by Fred and Lee. They both started barraging him with questions about the girl. Was she hot? Was she nice? What house was she in? Was she hot? What was her name? How old is she? Was she hot?

When George finally managed to get them off of him and settle himself in an armchair near the fire, he answered their questions, his grin never leaving his face for a moment.

"Her name is Celestyn. She's in Ravenclaw, though I've got no idea how old she is, she never told me. Didn't look too young though, if I had to guess, I'd say fourth year, maybe, but that's going a little young. As for hot..." He drifted off and grinned. "She was dressed pretty conservatively... but you can tell she's got a nice rack." He chuckled and Fred and Lee exchanged grins.

"How nice, exactly?" Lee dared to ask. George held his hands a rather exaggerated five inches away from his chest and nodded with a rather proud yet obviously pubescent grin. Lee gave him a high five.

"What about the rest of her though?" Fred asked. "I mean, a girl can have huge tits but still be ugly as sin." George's expression softened to a pleasant smile.

"She has a really cute face." George nodded. "No acne or anything, her nose is small, she had nice lips. Only thing was her hair was really bushy-" Across the room, Hermione turned her head to glare a George for a moment before going back to talking with Harry and Ron.

"How would you know anything about her lips?" Fred asked, grinning widely. Lee looked up, interested.

"She only kissed my cheek you dorks." George answered, rolling his eyes. "I meant they looked nice was all."

"How much make up was she wearing?" Fred asked suddenly. "Trust me, you don't want to deal with girls who spend five hours each morning putting on make up. It's just not a good idea."

"Very little, actually." George replied, nodding. "Said her friends did her up, but it didn't look like she was wearing anything." Fred rolled his eyes.

"That's the look they go for, George. You gotta be careful about these things." He warned. George rolled his eyes and protested that she was a nice girl and Fred had no reason to worry about his girl-challenged twin unknowingly dating some floozy. This went on for a good few minutes, but at the end Lee seemed to have approved her as a good catch and Fred assured him he couldn't wait to meet her.


Celestyn floated into the Ravenclaw common room dreamily, a blissful smile on her face. She sat down directly beneath Rowena Ravenclaw's statue and smiled back up at the beautiful marble woman. She vaguely wondered if Rowena had ever felt the emotion of love through all her learning. Of course she knew that she had had children, the Gray Lady was her daughter, after all, but everyone knew that marriages over 1000 years ago were rarely if ever out of love.

"Did something good happen with the boy?" Luna Lovegood's voice drifted to Celestyn's ears. She snapped to attention and saw the blonde staring up at the statue of Ravenclaw. "She sure was beautiful. I wonder if that's really how she looked though..."

"You know, I've wondered that myself." Celestyn replied, obviously in a far more tolerant mood than the last time Luna had spoken to her. "I'm willing to bet they altered a few things. Her nose was probably big and I wouldn't be surprised if she was half-blind from reading all the time." Luna nodded in agreement.

"So what about the boy?" She asked again, not taking her eyes off of the statue. Celestyn smiled to herself.

"He said he's going to the Yule ball with me." She answered, sighing happily.

"That's good then." Luna responded, a wistful smile on her lips. "I hope you have fun."

"Thanks." Celestyn said, turning around to face a bookshelf. She skimmed the titles, not really taking in anything and was too busy thinking about George. Things actually seemed to be going well. And who knows, he seemed to be having a good enough time talking to her. Maybe he couldn't get her out of his mind. Maybe she was all he could think about as he stared blankly at his unfinished homework, unable to complete it because her face kept swimming through his mind. Tonight he would go to sleep and dream of her and when he woke up, he would realize that she was the girl for him and in the morning he'd be waiting for her in the Great Hall and he'd escort her to her table, and kiss her on the lips even as he watched her go to her seat. Then he'd escort her to all her classes, holding her hand the whole way and they'd spend every moment of free time together, until the end of the day, where they were forced to part like they just had moments ago, only this time he'd pull her close and whisper three little romantic words in her ear...

Then again, she knew that he would probably...

No. She wouldn't think about probably. She would think about maybe. Because maybe was a much better fantasy. She was thinking about more maybes when a certain Japanese girl tackled her from behind.

"Well well well?" She demanded eagerly. "What happened? Tell me!" She said, grabbing her friend's arm and squeezing it. Celestyn laughed and hugged her friend.

"George is going to the ball with me!" She answered in a rather sing-songy voice. "And he called me cute on numerous occasions!"

"Yes!" Machiko squealed, hugging her friend tightly and jumping up and down. "Ohmaigawd, I'm so excited for you!"

"Where's Cho?" Celestyn asked once Machiko had cooled herself a bit (mostly from the cold glares she had been receiving from her fellow Ravenclaws trying to study).

"Cedric Diggory started chatting her up after dinner." Machiko explained. "Haven't seen her come back yet." Celestyn just shrugged in response.

"Oh well." She sighed wistfully, floating over to the window to gaze out at the mountains that could no longer be seen in the darkness. Machiko hugged her from behind.

"I'm so happy for you Cel." She said. Celestyn smiled.

"I can't believe it..." She whispered. Then she blinked as she suddenly thought of something. "Hey." She said.

"What?" Machiko looked at her, smiling.

"You should ask that Irish Gryffindor kid to go to the ball with you." She said, grinning. Machiko blushed.

"I might..." She responded, scratching her temple. Celestyn shoved her and giggled. Machiko giggled as well as she shoved her back.


Bah... this chapter was more to beef up the content. I swear I'll get the plot moving soon!