AN: I cannot tell you guys how sorry I am for the lack of updates since I started with Sixth Form. I have never, for a moment, thought about not updating. I am so excited to be posting a brand new chapter and to be finally continuing Phoenix's journey.
Now, I'm not one for New Years Resolutions. I mean, who the hell would give up chocolate? But for the new year, I promise to try as hard as I can to update once every two weeks at a minimum (though I can't promise this). I can assure you all that, no matter what, I will continue to write as much as I can.
Thank you all for your continuous support, comments, votes, and reads (6.1k! I almost cried when I saw that figure), it is what has driven me to nearly thirty chapters! So, I hope you all had a fantastic Christmas and I wish you all an amazing 2015 and - most importantly - that you enjoy this chapter!
"And then I was fighting off about seven of those mer-idiots, without my wand mind you. All of them were carrying these great long spears, must've been at least fourteen inches–"
"Come off it, Ron," Fred snorted at his younger brother, a disbelieving look upon his face, "Hermione's already told us that Dumbledore had put you into a bewitched sleep in McGonagall's office."
Ron shot an angry glare at Hermione, who looked rather pleased with herself before burying her nose deeper into the book she had been reading. Fred and George were sitting by the fire, listening to Ron's account (or rather his made-up version of events) on what had happened during the Second Task while Phoenix was reading over Fred's Transfiguration essay.
"Let Ron have his moment," Phoenix said to Fred as Harry, Hermione, and Ron – who was muttering darkly under his breath – left the sixth years to their work.
Fred scowled slightly at her before kicking his feet up and onto the table in front of them.
"Still can't believe that Hermione is the thing that Viktor Krum would miss the most," Phoenix said with a small smile. "But she doesn't seem to be too interested with Viktor..."
"That's because she and Ron secretly like one another," George said with a laugh, "It's that secret that they don't even know about it."
It was Friday, the day before the meeting with Phoenix's father was due to take place. Fred and Phoenix were preparing for their Transfiguration lesson that next period while George was smugly levitating crumpled up paper balls to land on Fred's head. Phoenix's eyes may have been racing across Fred's essay, but her mind was elsewhere. Dumbledore had informed her that he had planned for her to come straight to his office straight after her Apparition lesson the next day so that they could take an authorised Portkey to Lavender Cottage.
"This essay is definitely better than the last," Phoenix told Fred with a smile as she handed him back his essay. "You used a pretty job example too... I didn't even think about the 1473 Quidditch World Cup incident with the polecat."
Fred smiled happily and stuffed his essay unceremoniously into his bag before thumping George on the arm, so to stop him from levitating another paper ball at him, "I am not looking forward to our last year... just imagine the homework we'll get," he said with a contorted expression on his face.
"Imagine the exams," George groaned, rubbing his hands over his face and looking rather put-out.
"Like you both care for exams," Phoenix exclaimed with a snort of laughter.
"You're completely right," Fred smiled, his tone becoming light and cheery almost immediately. "But McGonagall would have our heads if we didn't do our homework."
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Vulnerability || George Weasley
Fanfiction"To share your weakness is to make yourself vulnerable; to make yourself vulnerable is to show your strength." Phoenix Lancaster is just as extraordinary as she appears. Being a muggle-born metamorphmagus, often meant her life was hardly quiet. But...
