This was written for a writing challenge in a Harry Potter hybrid sorting community on Livejournal, called Fawkes-Reunion. :)
She watched him from across the room. His calloused hand whipped a wand through the air, graceful. It was odd calling his movements graceful, but they were that as well as strong. She had studied his hands quite a bit -- as strange as that may sound -- and she knew the power that came behind those hands.
There was strength in the way he clenched his bat when he whapped those Bludgers towards the opposing team. There was strength in the way his hands had been placed lightly, yet firmly, against the small of her back as they had danced at the Yule Ball.
That silly Weasley twin had never been in her thoughts aside from when she saw him at practice. However, ever since the Yule Ball, she constantly thought of him. It was driving her bloody insane, it was. She frowned briefly as she recalled how ubiquitous he seemed these days. The smallest trinket or event would remind her of him. Even a boy running past her with the effects of a spell gone wrong. It would remind her of him.
Angelina's attention zeroed back onto her DADA partner as he fumbled the spell for the third time. As it was her turn, she went through the disarming spell again, saying quickly and firmly, "Expelliarmus!"
She grinned as Neville's wand went flying into a stack of books. As he went off to retrieve it, she took her chance to glance towards Fred again.
Angelina smirked briefly as she saw Fred murmur Expelliarmus under his breath, sending Zacharius' wand spinning out of his hand.
Turning back around on her heel to face Neville, she felt her own wand slip from her fingers. Arching an eyebrow, she spun around, following the wand. Fred was walking towards her, a sheepish expression on his face as he picked up her wand and returned it to her.
"Oi, sorry 'bout that, Angelina." He handed over her wand, his eyes hiding something as his lips smoothed up into a grin. "George is just acting like a git. You know, the usual." She swept her gaze towards George who was shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly with a small smile on his lips. She rolled her eyes.
Angelina eyed Fred cautiously before snatching her wand back. "Sure, Weasley," was all the reply she gave. She knew him. He was being way too buttery-sweet and acting far too innocent.
She watched him saunter back, still suspicious, and then turned back towards Neville. He gave the signal to say he was ready.
"Expelliarmus!" She gave her wand a little arch as she said the spell... and glared at her wand when nothing happened. Until, that is, something happened.
"WEASLEY!" Braids flying past a confused Neville as she rushed Fred, Angelina raised her fist to knock it into him as the other clenched fist waved around the rubber wand-turned-chicken.
And she should have known what would have came. Then, when he had handed her "wand" back, and now.
Because there was strength in the way his larger hand encompassed her wrist to prevent her from abusing his stomach.
Strength, huh.
