Chapter 1: The Girl
As Ron Weasley stepped into the Three Broomsticks, the number of Hogwarts students inside overwhelmed him. He walked to a back table and sat down, thinking about his next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Just then, something, rather someone, caught his eye. Walking across the room to a table across from him was the most beautiful, heavenly being he had ever witnessed. Her long black hair that flowed gracefully ¾ of the way down her back, light green eyes, pale skin tone, height of only about 5'4, and graceful walk took his very breath away. It was as if she just floated by him and he drifted backward from her glowing light. Her very presence set his soul on fire. He had to do something, he knew, but what? Was he just to walk up to this complete stranger and introduce himself? What if he was rejected? What if she didn't acknowledge him at all? Never once did Ron doubt his own confidence, but she made his blood boil and his stomach churn. He just couldn't help it. Almost mindlessly, he rose to his feet. It seemed like it took a lifetime to walk over to her and when he finally did get there, his mind went blank. "Hello," she said, greeting him with a warm and welcoming smile. Ron hesitated for a second, but finally spoke. "H-hi," he managed to stutter. "What's your name?" she asked. "I-I'm Ronald Weasley, I mean...you can call me Ron or whatever you want to call me. It doesn't really—" he was cut off. "Well, Ron Weasley, I'm Adrienne Love. Very pleased to meet you," she said with great confidence and stood up. "Um...do you go to Hogwarts?" he asked anxiously. "Yes. I just transferred from Drumstrang. I'm a 6th year, what about you?" she inquired. "Me too," he said dumbly. "Well, I've got to get going. I still have a lot of supplies to buy. I'm glad you came over here. It's good to have at least one friend already. Thanks Ron," she smiled. "Yeah, me too. So, um...I'll see you at school then?" he asked, more confident now. "Of course. I'd love to sit with you on the train. That is, if you don't mind. Since I don't know anyone, it'll be nice to not have to repeat this process while trying to find a seat," she countered. "That's great. I'll see you then," he said. "Great," she replied and walked out of the door. It was a good 2 minutes after she exited that Ron realized he wasn't breathing. Wow. She's the one. I know it...He thought this same thought all through the day as he gathered supplies for his next year, and seemingly already, his best year.
As Ron Weasley stepped into the Three Broomsticks, the number of Hogwarts students inside overwhelmed him. He walked to a back table and sat down, thinking about his next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Just then, something, rather someone, caught his eye. Walking across the room to a table across from him was the most beautiful, heavenly being he had ever witnessed. Her long black hair that flowed gracefully ¾ of the way down her back, light green eyes, pale skin tone, height of only about 5'4, and graceful walk took his very breath away. It was as if she just floated by him and he drifted backward from her glowing light. Her very presence set his soul on fire. He had to do something, he knew, but what? Was he just to walk up to this complete stranger and introduce himself? What if he was rejected? What if she didn't acknowledge him at all? Never once did Ron doubt his own confidence, but she made his blood boil and his stomach churn. He just couldn't help it. Almost mindlessly, he rose to his feet. It seemed like it took a lifetime to walk over to her and when he finally did get there, his mind went blank. "Hello," she said, greeting him with a warm and welcoming smile. Ron hesitated for a second, but finally spoke. "H-hi," he managed to stutter. "What's your name?" she asked. "I-I'm Ronald Weasley, I mean...you can call me Ron or whatever you want to call me. It doesn't really—" he was cut off. "Well, Ron Weasley, I'm Adrienne Love. Very pleased to meet you," she said with great confidence and stood up. "Um...do you go to Hogwarts?" he asked anxiously. "Yes. I just transferred from Drumstrang. I'm a 6th year, what about you?" she inquired. "Me too," he said dumbly. "Well, I've got to get going. I still have a lot of supplies to buy. I'm glad you came over here. It's good to have at least one friend already. Thanks Ron," she smiled. "Yeah, me too. So, um...I'll see you at school then?" he asked, more confident now. "Of course. I'd love to sit with you on the train. That is, if you don't mind. Since I don't know anyone, it'll be nice to not have to repeat this process while trying to find a seat," she countered. "That's great. I'll see you then," he said. "Great," she replied and walked out of the door. It was a good 2 minutes after she exited that Ron realized he wasn't breathing. Wow. She's the one. I know it...He thought this same thought all through the day as he gathered supplies for his next year, and seemingly already, his best year.