Kaya Bennett (lover of all things pink & musical) never thought she'd find a potential lover during the long, hot summer months - it almost seemed too cliché.
But being knocked off her feet by a specific ginger at the Quidditch World Cup might just...
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chapter twelve | volunteered detention
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FRED whipped around at the sound of the door creaking open, but his expression softened at the sight of Kaya in the doorway.
"What're you doing here?" he asked with a grin. Kaya wasn't really sure herself.
"I dunno," she said slowly. "I just... I feel bad. You didn't have to sort him out, it would've stopped you from getting a detention,"
Fred shrugged.
"I get detentions all the time, it's like a daily thing,"
Kaya chuckled.
"That's what Jae said," she nodded. "So... what do you have to do?"
"Sort out this," said Fred, gesturing to a huge bookshelf behind him, books dusty, slanting to the left or right. "Without magic, of course,"
"Ugh, I feel bad," Kaya groaned.
"Don't," said Fred. "The only thing that does annoy me is the fact that Andrew doesn't even have a punishment,"
Kaya propped herself up on a desk as he spoke, before lying down on its vertical side, her long strands of hair hanging off the sides.
"Oh, I can sort that," she said, as Fred removed another pile from the shelf.
"No, I mean like an actual punishment-" He began, with a smile at the girl's self assurance.
"Yeah, like I said. I'll give him detention. I can come up with something reasonable for Professor Sprout."
Fred laughed.
"What-?" He said with a puzzled expression, before his eyes landed on a yellow badge hanging from Kaya's robes. "Oh," he said with surprise.
"Didn't you know I was a prefect?" she asked. He shook his head.
"You don't seem the type," said Fred.
"The type," Kaya repeated with a grin. "What's that then, Weasley?"
Fred paused for a second.
"Uh..."
The girl giggled.
"Don't worry, I've heard you say before - 'Only prats become prefects'."
"I- Well- I didn't mean all prefects..."
Kaya continued to laugh, watching the boy's attempt at redeeming himself.
"It's fine," she said. "To be fair, you're right most of the time. But, I like to think I put the diversity in prefects because the last time I checked, I don't think I'm a prat?"
