AN: this is a kinda short explainary chapter with a twist
Zari looked into Fred's eyes wished he would come closer. It was the only way she could tell Fred and George apart, their eyes. Despite the fact that they were exactly the same they seemed so different. The red hairs, and freckles, looking like innocent cute little boys, but under the looks, were two mischievous rowdy teen wizards.
Zari had been waiting for this day ever since she had first seen them. Zari remembered waiting with her muggle mother at platform 9 and ¾ to board the Hogwarts Express. A family of red heads standing off to the side, then a few adults moved and she saw them teasing their family, switching the names on their brothers' trunks. Slightly scared to go to Wizarding School the fear melted as she saw the two boys laugh for the first time.
One by one the years passed, and eventually four years passed and now they were there for their fifth year. Each year Zari began to notice them more and more, each year hoping to get them to notice her. Not until last year had she noticed that she could tell them apart if she looked into their eyes. Not that it mattered until last year, last year she had finally chosen between the two. Zari wasn't sure why she liked Fred more, she just did. He was exactly like his brother down to the last freckle, but still she liked him more.
Fred smiled at her, and glazed back into her eyes. 'Those eyes' Zari thought to herself. She could stare into them for ever. Whenever the times got tough Zari had found some way to look into those eyes and her problems seemed to disappear.
Only Zari's Father knew of her obsession, and he only knew because she had to get him to develop her film of the two boys so she could plaster their picture on the wall of her room in her father's house. Her old friends, from before she moved to London when she was 10 with her mother, knew too. They had seen the pictures plastered on her walls. None of her friends knew that she went to Hogwarts, they thought it was soon kind of boarding school, with some really weird sports*quidditch*. They had seen her picture of them in their quidditch robes with their brooms, and stick thing (for hitting the Bludger).
Fred moved in closer to her, his sweet breath on her face. 'Oh god, why do I have to be so shy' Zari asked herself. Taking a deep breath she leaned forward and kissed him. He smiled at her and they drew away. He leaned forward and engaged her in a breath taking kiss. Zari wrapped her arms around him.
"ZZZZZAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIII!!!!! Wake up!!!!! You're going to be late for breakfast,"
Zari sat up and stared daggers at her friend on the other side of the room, and laid back into her bed.
"Zari get up," Sarah barked throwing a pillow at her.
"Dammit, Sarah I hate you," Zari growled and got up.
Zari looked into Fred's eyes wished he would come closer. It was the only way she could tell Fred and George apart, their eyes. Despite the fact that they were exactly the same they seemed so different. The red hairs, and freckles, looking like innocent cute little boys, but under the looks, were two mischievous rowdy teen wizards.
Zari had been waiting for this day ever since she had first seen them. Zari remembered waiting with her muggle mother at platform 9 and ¾ to board the Hogwarts Express. A family of red heads standing off to the side, then a few adults moved and she saw them teasing their family, switching the names on their brothers' trunks. Slightly scared to go to Wizarding School the fear melted as she saw the two boys laugh for the first time.
One by one the years passed, and eventually four years passed and now they were there for their fifth year. Each year Zari began to notice them more and more, each year hoping to get them to notice her. Not until last year had she noticed that she could tell them apart if she looked into their eyes. Not that it mattered until last year, last year she had finally chosen between the two. Zari wasn't sure why she liked Fred more, she just did. He was exactly like his brother down to the last freckle, but still she liked him more.
Fred smiled at her, and glazed back into her eyes. 'Those eyes' Zari thought to herself. She could stare into them for ever. Whenever the times got tough Zari had found some way to look into those eyes and her problems seemed to disappear.
Only Zari's Father knew of her obsession, and he only knew because she had to get him to develop her film of the two boys so she could plaster their picture on the wall of her room in her father's house. Her old friends, from before she moved to London when she was 10 with her mother, knew too. They had seen the pictures plastered on her walls. None of her friends knew that she went to Hogwarts, they thought it was soon kind of boarding school, with some really weird sports*quidditch*. They had seen her picture of them in their quidditch robes with their brooms, and stick thing (for hitting the Bludger).
Fred moved in closer to her, his sweet breath on her face. 'Oh god, why do I have to be so shy' Zari asked herself. Taking a deep breath she leaned forward and kissed him. He smiled at her and they drew away. He leaned forward and engaged her in a breath taking kiss. Zari wrapped her arms around him.
"ZZZZZAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIII!!!!! Wake up!!!!! You're going to be late for breakfast,"
Zari sat up and stared daggers at her friend on the other side of the room, and laid back into her bed.
"Zari get up," Sarah barked throwing a pillow at her.
"Dammit, Sarah I hate you," Zari growled and got up.