Hi. Sorry for being a crappy updater. I could blame my almost-two-weeks long holiday in Italy, but really I am just a crap updater. To make up for it, I will have chapter 4 up before Thursday. But for now, here is….Chapter 3.
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3rd person pov.
4th November
"Lana-"
"Weasley, when were we on a first name basis?" Lana asked in a poison-honey voice.
"I was just wondering if-"
"No, you idiot. No."
7th November
"Wallace, will you go out with me?"
"No. Go away."
8th November
"Wallace, will you-"
"No."
10th November
Fred walked up to Lana in the library.
"Go away Weasley."
14th November
"Wallace, would you just help me out here?"
"NO! Fuck off Weasley!"
Lana pov
I was in my dorm.
"He has been harassing me so much. It's practically stalking!" I moaned.
"It's not." Coleen said. "He's just run into you."
"Urh, she has a point." Donna said. "It's not like he's memorised your schedule or anything."
"Good point." Azalea said. "But he's just a prat and an idiot. No work ethic."
"He made me swear. I never swear. It's not balanced, so I don't do it."
"You just did." Cassia pointed out.
"Whatever. I'm still the most balanced here, right girls?"
"Yeah." Liz said. "Lana, we'll take care of it. Six star Ravenclaws can be scary."
"Good. Get right on it. Liz, do my nails. Thalia, get my make-up bag. I have a reputation to keep up. Coleen, get my dress for tomorrow That one from that expensive Paris boutique Lausanne."
"Kk." they chorused.
"Wait. Cassia can you get my make up? Donna can you fetch my sewing?" Azalea said. She likes sewing, but that doesn't make her unbalanced as she doesn't have to spend every minute of every day doing it.
15th November
Fred pov
"Weasley." snapped a cold voice. I turned around, expecting Wallace, but then why would she talk to me?
"I am Azalea Entwistle. And this is Donna Mallory, Cassia Perks, Liz Earles, Thalia West and Coleen Brookes. And you are Fred Weasley two who will stop bothering Lana."
"I'm not bothering her." I said. "I like her." (And no, James and Louis, I didn't mean it. Shut up you gits
"No you don't. We are a whole league ahead of you. You prank, we work. We balance ourselves to spend the same time on work, play, and fashion. Images. You just play." Azalea snapped back at me.
"But what about quirks, hobbies? Actual fun?"
"We have hobbies." put in a auburn haired girl.
"Shut up Donna." snapped Lana. "Girls, I sent you here to make him quit bothering me, not chitchat about our secrets! You, Weasley, quit it. Girls, come on! Seriously, why do I even bother...?"
She walked off muttering darkly.
And I saw how she thought. Yeah, it's messed-up. But what can I do?
