Luciscura / Fred Weasley

Lettie knew the second she stepped into the Great Hall the next morning that something was off.

For one, Theodore Nott was smirking.
And that was never a good sign.

She barely had time to slide into her seat before Theo leaned in, his voice drawling in amusement.

"So... how was your little date with Weasley?"

Lettie didn't flinch. She didn't react.

She simply raised a brow and picked up a piece of toast, unbothered.
"What are you on about?"

Tracey Davis snorted. "Oh, please, Lettie. The whole school's talking about it."

Lettie paused. The whole school?

Daphne Greengrass, sitting across from her, sighed dramatically. "Apparently, Fred Weasley was overheard boasting about it in the Gryffindor common room."

Lettie didn't even have to ask to know who was responsible.

She turned her head toward the Gryffindor table, narrowing her eyes.

Fred Weasley was sitting there, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

And next to him—laughing like a lunatic—was George.

Lettie's jaw clenched. "Oh, he's dead."

Theo looked highly entertained. "On the bright side, at least now I can collect my winnings."

Lettie turned to him sharply. "...What winnings?"

Theo's smirk widened. "There was a bet about how long it would take before you and Weasley got together."

Lettie felt an immediate headache coming on. "A bet?"

Blaise Zabini finally spoke up, casually sipping his tea. "To be fair, Theo was the only one who had faith it would happen before the end of the year."

Lettie exhaled slowly.

Of course Theo had made a bet.

And of course Fred bloody Weasley had gone and run his mouth, ensuring that everyone knew.

She set down her toast with uncharacteristic delicacy.

Then, without a word, she stood up and made her way toward the Gryffindor table.

Fred saw her coming.

And if he was at all worried, he certainly didn't show it.

"Selwyn!" he greeted brightly. "Fancy seeing you here—"

Lettie placed her hands on the table and leaned in. "You told the entire school?"

Fred grinned. "Well, not the entire school. Just a very large portion of it."

George snorted. "I tried to stop him."

Lettie gave him a flat look. "No, you didn't."

"Yeah, you're right. I didn't."
Lettie turned her gaze back to Fred.
"I'm going to kill you," she said, completely serious.

Fred, utterly fearless, smirked. "You'd miss me."

Lettie narrowed her eyes. "Try me."
Fred grinned wider.

And then—because he was infuriating—he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.

Lettie froze.

And, around them, the Gryffindor table erupted into chaos.