Ch. 1
"So George, who was your first love?" Dean Thomas asked on a particularly rainy day in Diagon Alley. George looked up from the inventory list he was studying.
"Er..." George, who was now twenty-one remembered back to his fifth year at Hogwarts, "Clarissa, Clarissa Cirqueau." George said quietly, ever since they had broken up in their seventh year, George had missed Clarissa. It was basically his fault that they broke up, he, who thought that there had to be other girls out there, but the truth was, there wasn't, and he could still remember Clarissa's hurt face after he had broke the news.
"Clarissa Cirqueau??" Angelina Johnson, Fred's girlfriend piped up.
"Yep," George continued studying the inventory list to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the shop he and Fred owned together.
"Oh," Angelina said quietly, as she accioed a Canary Crème Box to a display and started putting them up. "I heard she was engaged."
George looked up from his inventory at this, surprised. The last he had hear of Clarissa, she was working diligently at the Ministry of Magic. "Really? To who?" he questioned.
"Er, I think his name's James Bristow...not sure. All I know is he's a big shot in the Ministry." Angelina said, continuing putting Canary Crèmes on the shelves.
"Oh," George said thoughtfully, remembering Clarissa's tear stained face after they had broken up. Clarissa had been really hurt; everyone knew that, she didn't come out of her Dorm for ages.
"Yeah," Angelina said as she went back into the inventory room.
Dean, who had become very interested in a sign that featured an advertisement for portable swamps for a short moment, piped up after his silence. "Blimey, Mate." Dean said "I remember when you two went out, Clarissa was real likable."
"Yeah," George said thoughtfully, adding a few numbers on the inventory list. "I'm gonna go pick up lunch, be back soon."
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Clarissa sat in her bedroom at her London Flat, which overlooked Diagon Alley, preparing to go down stairs to meet James, for lunch. Clarissa had changed twice, and finally had decided she was going to just wear her red cardigan instead, if she could find it. Clarissa opened up her drawer to her dresser and put her previous, blue cardigan back, and continued looking for her red jumper, and pulled out what she had thought was...but it wasn't.
She didn't know why she had kept his sweater, after they had broken up in her seventh year at Hogwarts, she had thrown away everything from their relationship. Except this. Clarissa unfolded it gingerly, and stared at it. It was about three sizes too big, but that hadn't kept her from wearing it as they went out. After a while, George had forgotten she even had it, even though she wore it often. She loved how worn and warm it felt, but, Clarissa, no longer a girl dawdling at Hogwarts, she stared at it like it was a ghost of her past. Clarissa though, wasn't ready to put it in the bin, she put the sweater back in it's drawer and stared at it for a moment, before giving up her search for her red cardigan and choosing her yellow one instead, and left the room.
Clarissa went down the steps of her flat down to the sitting area, where James was waiting patiently. James saw her and grinned, getting up; he walked over to her and gave her a hug, kissing her cheek. Clarissa forced a weak smile at James' embrace, but she was still thinking about George.
"Shall we go then?" James asked his fiancé lovingly, while grinning.
"Sure," Clarissa said, forcing a smile out, "Where are we going?"
"Some new eatery called Madam Louisa's? Some people from the ministry said it was good, suggested their turkey sandwich." James told her, kissing her cheek again
"Oh well that sounds nice," Clarissa smiled and pulled on her cloak, her engagement ring diamond glistening.
"So George, who was your first love?" Dean Thomas asked on a particularly rainy day in Diagon Alley. George looked up from the inventory list he was studying.
"Er..." George, who was now twenty-one remembered back to his fifth year at Hogwarts, "Clarissa, Clarissa Cirqueau." George said quietly, ever since they had broken up in their seventh year, George had missed Clarissa. It was basically his fault that they broke up, he, who thought that there had to be other girls out there, but the truth was, there wasn't, and he could still remember Clarissa's hurt face after he had broke the news.
"Clarissa Cirqueau??" Angelina Johnson, Fred's girlfriend piped up.
"Yep," George continued studying the inventory list to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the shop he and Fred owned together.
"Oh," Angelina said quietly, as she accioed a Canary Crème Box to a display and started putting them up. "I heard she was engaged."
George looked up from his inventory at this, surprised. The last he had hear of Clarissa, she was working diligently at the Ministry of Magic. "Really? To who?" he questioned.
"Er, I think his name's James Bristow...not sure. All I know is he's a big shot in the Ministry." Angelina said, continuing putting Canary Crèmes on the shelves.
"Oh," George said thoughtfully, remembering Clarissa's tear stained face after they had broken up. Clarissa had been really hurt; everyone knew that, she didn't come out of her Dorm for ages.
"Yeah," Angelina said as she went back into the inventory room.
Dean, who had become very interested in a sign that featured an advertisement for portable swamps for a short moment, piped up after his silence. "Blimey, Mate." Dean said "I remember when you two went out, Clarissa was real likable."
"Yeah," George said thoughtfully, adding a few numbers on the inventory list. "I'm gonna go pick up lunch, be back soon."
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Clarissa sat in her bedroom at her London Flat, which overlooked Diagon Alley, preparing to go down stairs to meet James, for lunch. Clarissa had changed twice, and finally had decided she was going to just wear her red cardigan instead, if she could find it. Clarissa opened up her drawer to her dresser and put her previous, blue cardigan back, and continued looking for her red jumper, and pulled out what she had thought was...but it wasn't.
She didn't know why she had kept his sweater, after they had broken up in her seventh year at Hogwarts, she had thrown away everything from their relationship. Except this. Clarissa unfolded it gingerly, and stared at it. It was about three sizes too big, but that hadn't kept her from wearing it as they went out. After a while, George had forgotten she even had it, even though she wore it often. She loved how worn and warm it felt, but, Clarissa, no longer a girl dawdling at Hogwarts, she stared at it like it was a ghost of her past. Clarissa though, wasn't ready to put it in the bin, she put the sweater back in it's drawer and stared at it for a moment, before giving up her search for her red cardigan and choosing her yellow one instead, and left the room.
Clarissa went down the steps of her flat down to the sitting area, where James was waiting patiently. James saw her and grinned, getting up; he walked over to her and gave her a hug, kissing her cheek. Clarissa forced a weak smile at James' embrace, but she was still thinking about George.
"Shall we go then?" James asked his fiancé lovingly, while grinning.
"Sure," Clarissa said, forcing a smile out, "Where are we going?"
"Some new eatery called Madam Louisa's? Some people from the ministry said it was good, suggested their turkey sandwich." James told her, kissing her cheek again
"Oh well that sounds nice," Clarissa smiled and pulled on her cloak, her engagement ring diamond glistening.