A/N: Here's another one!
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all.
Ice: December 12, 2030
Breakfast in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was going on as normal as it usually did, save for a few leftover magical fireworks from dinner the night before. All the students were sitting at their house tables with their friends, chatting quite loudly, but this was the normal behavior. So one can imagine how out of place one certain blonde-haired, tall, skinny sixth year Hufflepuff boy looked from his spot at the Ravenclaw table, sitting next to a carbon copy of himself.
"I just don't get it, Lys. We've known each other for a long time, and when I try to make the first move, she shoots me down," he was saying, casting fervent glances at a certain redheaded professor.
"Well, she is your teacher, Lorcan. What do expect? It's practically forbidden," the other boy, Lysander, said knowledgeably before taking a decisive bite of his pancakes.
Lorcan stared thoughtfully into the distance, which just so happened to be in the direction of the same teacher. "I just wish she wouldn't treat me so coldly. So… like ice."
Lysander smiled apologetically at his brother, but the look was lost on Lorcan, whose bright blue eyes were still trained on Professor Weasley. "Well, she is a Weasley, Lorc. They're supposed to be extremely hard to get. Lots of Wrackspurts in their brains, I'd say," he added seriously before taking a long and loud gulp of his milk.
Lorcan turned to stare at his twin before speaking. "If only I could think of a way to get her to stop treating me like ice…" He trailed off, looking toward his brother expectantly.
"Well," Lysander started, "I suppose she might date you once you graduate. There's no rule against that."
Lorcan's cheerful demeanor vanished, along with his appetite. "Thanks, Lys. Now I only have to wait almost two years. Wonderful," he said unenthusiastically.
"That's the spirit!" Lysander said happily, seeming to have missed the sarcasm. Lorcan scowled in his direction before gathering his things and moving back over to the Hufflepuff table.
