𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝Dear Willa...❞ | ✧˖*.
Willa Jackel is a flirtatious Gryffindor who has no filter and loves talking to people, so she's shocked to find out she has a secret admirer who's too scared to talk to her in person.
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Harry, who finished Snape's lessons for the night, strolled down the corridor after hearing a boy sniffling.
"What's your name?" George asked.
The boy sniffled. "Michael."
"Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael," George reassured.
"Yeah, it's not as bad as it seems. See? It's fading already." Fred showed Michael his own hand.
Harry walked up the trio.
"You can hardly see ours anymore and the pain stops after a while," George concluded.
Michael continued to cry. Umbridge let out a quiet cough, causing George and Fred to stand up.
"As I told you once before, Mr. Potter, naughty children deserve to be punished." She let out a taunting smirk and walked away.
"You know, George, I've always felt our future lay outside the world of academic achievement."
"Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing."
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The OWLs were in progress and only silence was wanted by Umbridge. Large and loud thumps echoed, making Umbridge cautious of what was out there. She walked down the aisle in a strut with her nose sticking out. Everyone stopped taking their test to see what would happen. They began whispering to themselves. Umbridge opened the door and saw a flying firecracker taunt her in front of her face before flying into the testing room and go off.
She looked cautiously out for more, stepping further from the room when the Weasley twins came flying in on their broomsticks. The twins laughed as they flew into the room, messing up the papers. Willa was riding on George's broomstick. They set off more fireworks, the array of colors exploding in the air, and the students smiled. The twins flew all over the room and high-fived each other when they passed each other. Fred held a dynamite stick.
George gave a thumbs up. "Ready when you are!"
Fred threw the stick into the air and it formed into a dragon, chasing Umbridge. It clamped down on her body and the fireworks went off, smashing the plaques, causing them to fall. The twins flew over her. The students chased after them, completely ignoring Umbridge's authority. They cheered and clapped for the twins as they made a large firework in the display of a W. All the other students from other classes ran out to see what was happening.
Willa was elated. She enjoyed the feeling of the wind brushing through her hair. She wondered why she didn't try out for quidditch, but then remembered it was because she'd rather scream from the stands in support of her friends on the Gryffindor team.
"How you doing, love?" questioned George as he looked down at the students.
