George Weasley

(*You were surprised at the note, but then remembering his name and reputation as "girl-crazy," you nodded and took the note. Flustered, you couldn't think straight once class was over or what to say. Eventually, once you found your wits about you, you marched bravely off to the library.*) When I got there, George was already lying next to one of the slanted reading desks, looking fidgety underneath a windswept mop of tips darkening towards Auburn. The corners of his mouth twitched nervously. He wore his typical excited grin which quickened my heart palpitations! Yet as I sat down beside him, he wriggled uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench and tried not to glance at