Day Four
Prompt: Groan
Sitting on the ledge of an open arch in the courtyard, Capella smiled, feeling the cool breeze blow her hair around her shoulders. It was definitely spring-time. The cold, blustery days of winter had given way to warm afternoons. Flowers were blooming in the gardens and the trees were full of bright green leaves. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. Her first year at Hogwarts had turned out to be wonderful, so far. And she hadn't had to deal with the annoying antics of the Weasley twins in almost a week.
"Is this seat taken?" A familiar voice broke into her thoughts and she groaned. It was one of them, and this day had been so perfect.
She opened her eyes and turned on the ledge to face him. It was George. She wasn't sure how she could tell them apart, but for her, it was impossible to mix them up. She stared up at him for a few moments.
"I mean, is it reserved for someone with a high IQ?" George asked, a tiny smile playing on his lips.
Capella bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling and gestured for him to take a seat.
"Listen," he said as he sat on the ledge next to her, facing the courtyard. "I'm sorry."
She stared at his profile for a moment and then turned to look out at the gardens. "Sorry for what?"
"For making fun of Ravenclaws," he said. "For calling you a bookworm. For dropping a newt in your soup." He glanced down at his hands for a brief second and then shrugged. "For calling you 'the stupid twin'." He glanced over at her. "For putting frog spawn in your book bag."
Capella shot a quick look at George. "That was you?" She was angry, but only momentarily, and then she gave a half-hearted shrug. "I should have known." To George's surprise she smiled a little. She looked up at him, noticing for the first time how intense his eyes were. "It's alright. I forgive you."
"I know I was mean but…" George trailed off as he glanced at Capella again. "You forgive me?"
Capella turned her eyes back to the gardens but smiled. "You want me to take it back?"
"No," George replied with a little laugh. "I just thought I'd have to beg and plead for you to do that." He picked at a ragged nail and then glanced at her again. "Can we start over, or something?"
She turned to look at him again, swinging one leg over the ledge so she was facing him. She stretched out her hand. "I'm Pell."
He took her hand in his and gave it a firm shake. "I'm George."