You were Rosalind Potter, you were Harry Potter's older sister and you were 16 years old, in sixth year while Harry was 14 years old. Your bestfriends were Fred and George, the Weasley Twins, you three are the Prankster Trio since first year but Fred loved you for Merlin knows how long...

But you, you always thought Fred loved someone else, you thought he loved a certain Angelina Johnson because he invited her to the Yule Ball, but no, he invited her as a friend, he didn't love her and she didn't love him at all, she loved another boy that was in seventh year.

Right now, at the Yule Ball, oh you were gorgeous, wearing a dark red dress with a trail behind you, following your every steps like a wedding dress, your heels clicking everytime you walk, your hair styled a bit wavy, you were splendid.

You were talking with your brother Harry since he got no date, shame, but you both were talking and laughing. You didn't even notice Fred staring at you where he stood with Angelina who was talking to him about potions class. She looked up at him but he looked past her, behind her, at you.

"Fred, I'm talking to you."

Angelina snap her fingers in front of his face and he snapped out of his daydream and look at her for a second before looking back at you with a smitten grin.

"Sorry.. I'm admiring the view."

Fred said, whipped and smitten by you and Angelina facepalm, she knew how Fred was, he was so smitten, putty in your hands but never told you anything.