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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Romance Awareness Challenge
Task - You have a mark (can be a symbol/picture/anything you like) on your body. Your soulmate will have a matching mark. Prompt - (Object) Invitation
Friends Challenge: TOW After Joey and Rachel Kiss
Prompt - Feature two couples in your story.
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Marks
Harry got an invitation in the mail to Ginny's wedding to Dean. His heart cracked as he read it. Still, he RSVP'd. He couldn't skip it, no matter how much he would like to.
He knew Ginny and Dean weren't soulmates, but neither of them had any luck in finding the one they were meant to be with, so they settled on each other.
It was the same reason Harry and Parvati got together. He shouldn't feel jealous about Dean getting Ginny. He had Parvati, and she was great. She was pretty, and fun and just great. Of course, Harry wished Parvati was a little more interested in Quidditch, and maybe giggled less—that high-pitch giggle always grated on his ears—but those were her only faults.
When he and Parvati went to the party to celebrate the long awaited engagement, Harry tried to smile and mean it. He glanced at Parvati and noticed she too was fighting a grimace.
Her eyes kept drifting to Dean, and that was when Harry realized he and his girlfriend were the same when it came to their feelings. It made the whole engagement announcement even more bittersweet.
Parvati had gone to get a drink when suddenly there was a loud screech. Harry, Dean, and Ginny both went running and came upon Parvati picking herself up on the floor and trying to brush dirt off of her shirt.
She lifted the hem of her shirt slightly, and Dean's eyes widened. "What's that on your stomach?"
Parvati didn't even have to look at it. "My mark. Why?"
Dean lifted his own shirt, just enough so they could all see the mark.
Parvati gasped. "A pen?"
Dean nodded, and they eyes devoured each other.
Harry and Ginny stared at the scene.
"I think you just lost your fiancée," Harry whispered.
"Yeah, I guess I did," she agreed, but she didn't sound too broken up about it. She faced Harry. "Out of curiosity, what's your mark?"
Was it his imagination, or was there a tinge of hopefulness in his voice. "A circle of fire. Yours?"
She didn't verbally answer. She reached for the neckline of her shirt and pulled it, exposing her shoulder.
"A circle of fire?" Harry gasped, unable to believe his good fortune.
She nodded, a wide smile on her face.
He grinned.
Parvati and Dean must have noticed the exchange because Parvati's happy laugh interrupted the moment.
Harry and Ginny tore their gazes away from each other to look at the other pair.
Dean clapped his hands on Harry's back. "You and Parvati, and Ginny and I might not have been soulmates, but if it wasn't for us pairing up with the wrong people, the four of us might never have found the right people."
They all agreed with his sentiment.
Fin
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