SUGAR, SUGAR [ private | weasley twins ]

little miss faye

she should have realized sooner that she wasn't lucky enough to have the last pack of sugar quills to herself - luck was rarely on faye's side, after all. she felt a much larger hand than her own brush against hers. quickly, she pulled back, a light red blush mutinously appearing on her cheeks as she murmured, "sorry about that..." the ravenclaw then awkwardly turned to see who exactly it was she was addressing. she was quite surprised to see a tall boy with flaming red hair standing there, apologizing as well. she was even more surprised when his twin showed up.

fred and george weasley - the resident troublemakers of hogwarts. now, here was a case that was inherently opposite of faye's: both fred and george were popular, well-liked, funny, and total pranksters. everybody knew who they were, and that even included socially reclusive faye oberlin. she suddenly felt her blush deepen as the reality and embarrassment of the situation sunk in. also, she may have also been a bit envious of the two. they got along with nearly everyone so well, seemingly without any effort. maybe it was because the general population seemed to agree they were handsome. but faye had been told she was quite pretty herself, but that only made her seem even more intimidating. when it came down to it, the twins were so popular because they had charisma and charm that faye just didn't possess. it was all rather unfair in faye's mind.

realizing she was just sort of awkwardly standing there while they were looking at her, she quickly gestured to the abandoned pack of sugar quills still on the shelf, "oh, um, you can have them. i've got a habit of munching on something sweet when i'm reading and i think i've still got a small stash of chocolate frogs somewhere in my dorm, so i really don't need them that much," faye offered, before awkwardly adding, "... but, uh, you probably didn't need to know all that so... nevermind." she stifled the urge to groan at her terrible socializing. 'wow faye,' she thought sarcastically to herself, 'great first impression! that'll really impress them!'

little miss faye

faye was a bit surprised when george reached in between them to grab the candies for himself. she would have felt as scandalized as fred, had it not been for the playful wink sent her way. that caused the red-colored blush to return in full to her cheeks, though she swiftly tried to hide her embarrassment by turning her head away. she'd never had a male wink at her before - playfully or otherwise. she supposed her reaction to it was a bit silly, though, seeing as how george probably didn't mean anything from it. he was a friendly, playful sort of person, after all. by telling herself this, she was able to compose herself once more.

therefore, the ravenclaw felt much less embarrassed and blush-y by the time george returned with his purchase. she was pleasantly surprised when george reached out to hand her three of the sugar quills. appreciatively, she took them gently from his hands, "thank you. i promise to pay you back with some chocolate frogs later," she smiled, joking a bit. as if she'd actually willingly give up her precious chocolate frogs. she hadn't been lying when she said she loved to snack on them while reading.

the introduction wasn't really necessary, given the fact that literally everyone knew who the weasley twins were. they were so very opposite of faye, she reminded herself with a bit of a smirk. twirling the gifted sugar quills in her hands a bit, she then replied politely, "i'm faye - faye oberlin. nice to meet you two," despite the fact that she had been telling herself to save the quills for later, she found herself unwrapping one as well.

at his next question, though - and it really was an innocent enough question to ask - faye bit her lower lip as she glanced away. "yeah," she hated the thought of admitting she was alone and friendless to possibly the two most popular boys in school, "but i'm used it, really! i'm not much of a people person." the fact that she had to add that just made it seem as if she was trying to make an excuse for it, which only made her situation seem that more pathetic. or, at least, that's what faye thought about it all. 

'oh man...' the honey-blonde thought rather bitterly, 'i'm really awful with socializing.'

little miss faye

she was probably just imagining it, but it seemed as if one of the twins was studying her a bit more intently than the other was. faye was a perceptive girl, so she wasn't oblivious to any sort of looks or stares she got - most of them were because her housemates stared at her with curiosity, like she was some sort of mysterious puzzle they couldn't quite figure out. but it felt totally different when it was a guy who was looking at you. faye assumed she must have something on her face, like smeared lip gloss or something. that was the only logical answer - the idea that maybe george thought she was pretty didn't even cross her mind once. perhaps she was modest, or just self-conscious in that right.

when fred openly teased his brother about said staring, faye mirrored george's blush on her own face. and for once, she was at a loss for words. just how on earth was she supposed to respond to something like that? however, the redheaded boy was obviously teasing his brother, so faye decided not to search for too deep of  meaning behind it. they probably teased each other like this on a daily basis or something. nothing to get riled up about, faye told herself firmly. in doing so, she missed the fact that george quickly looked away in response to fred's teasing.

playing a bit bashfully with the light curls at the very ends of her honey-blonde hair, faye did well to mask the utter shock and surprise she was feeling about being invited to go on a walk with fred and george. she hadn't thought she'd made a very good impression on either of them, what with her awkwardness and her rambling. she innately believed she would just scare them off like how she did with the rest of the people in her life.

therefore, she chose her words carefully and thoughtfully, trying not to appear as excited and elated as she actually felt deep inside, "i can spare some time for a walk, i suppose," 'spare some time' - as if she actually had anything better to do than go back to the castle and read some books by herself in her dorm room, huddled under a pile of warm blankets. while normally faye would prefer that to having to socialize with other people, right now she wouldn't mind actually trying to make friends with the two weasleys. they'd been nice to her so far, after all, and someone like faye oberlin definitely needed some more laughter in her life.

little miss faye

faye wasn't a stranger to taking walks in hogsmeade. she usually did so to window shop or to just enjoy a relaxing atmosphere. walking down the lane with one redheaded twin on either side of her, the shops lining the street were quite familiar to her by now. there was zonko's and the hog's head and that one little romantic cafe that couples went on dates to. naturally, faye had never stepped foot into that place before, despite the fact that she'd been told they had excellent pastries. she tried to appear cool and indifferent to those they passed - as if trying to act as though she regularly went on walks with friends. truth be told, though, this was her first ever time.

'try not to ruin this, okay faye?' the blonde thought to herself firmly.

when the question came up about what she did in her spare time for fun, faye hesitated for half a second. she figured it would be in her best interests to not lie and say that she hung out with friends and went to parties or whatever cool kids did now-a-days - she doubted she's be able to pull off such a tremendous lie. tucking a strand of curled hair behind her ear, faye replied, "i mostly read and study," she chuckled, perhaps a bit out of pure sheepishness, "sorry, i'm a pretty boring person. the most interesting thing i can say i've done this past week is visit the library's restricted section." 

it had been for a research she was doing into the properties of blood magic in ancient times, which usually included some very strange and sadistic rituals. muggles liked to feature blood magic in their horror films, although even they tended to exaggerate it a bit. however, faye decided it would be best not to share her interest in blood magic to the two boys, who would undoubtedly give her some weird looks because of it. it wasn't as if she was going to try blood magic, of course, she was just fascinated by the mechanics and ethos behind it.

when they stopped in front of the quidditch shop, faye's grey gaze was immediately drawn to the sleek and impressive firebolt. now, faye didn't care much for quidditch, or any kind of sport, in fact - her father was a huge fan of muggle football, but faye couldn't find the appeal in it even if she tried. nonetheless, she still went to quidditch matches whenever they had them at school, in order to come support her house. but still, she could appreciate the fine artistry that went into crafting broomsticks like that. it truly gleamed like a work of art in the display case, surrounded by a small huddle of longing and hopeful students. however, firebolts were extremely pricey, so it wasn't a surprise that barely anyone actually had one to call their own.

faye giggled a bit under her breath at the completely enthralled looks on both george and fred's faces. it was then that she recalled that they were actually on the gryffindor quidditch team. now... if only she could remember what their positions were called... she had very limited knowledge of the game, and really the only technical term she cared to remember was the golden snitch. individual player positions went over her head usually but if she really thought about it... "you two are the gryffindor beaters, right?" she asked them curiously, once they seemed to have snapped out of their firebolt-induced trance.