HP Dear Miss Freak

"Ilovedyoufirst,butafterwardsyourloveoutsoaringmine,Although I loved you first, but later your love surpassed me."-"Although I Love You First""

"I'm going to kill Sirius Black, okay?" Sylvia gave a terrifying smile, and her roommates were nervously watching her sitting on the four-poster The back of the bed.

On Christmas morning, Sylvia had originally woken up with a good mood. But when she opened the box containing the dress, she nearly set the dormitory on fire.

"And wrote me a note! If I knew he bought it, I would have exchanged it!" Be sure to amaze the audience." The note was crumpled and threw to the ground.

"How ugly is it, dear?" Angelina admitted that she was a little gloating.

dog!"

"Ooh-"

The girls were wide-eyed and couldn't help but be amazed.

"It's so hot, Searle." Patricia gave a thumbs up, "I'm getting a nosebleed just thinking about it."

"You got it!" Sylvia threw the sparkling dress to the side and crawled out of bed to pick it up, "Did you see this big back? Merlin The beard! What's the difference between that and not wearing it?"

"The collar is also very low—" Arya looked at Angelina meaningfully.

"And this shape! What kind of misunderstanding does he have on me that I can wear a fishtail skirt? His niece is not Fleur Delacour!" Sylvia was angry I really want to go back to Black's ancestral house now and beat him.

"He's right, you can absolutely amaze the audience." Emily smiled and shook her head, "Eh-what are you doing?"

"Write a roaring letter." The quill in Sylvia's hand vibrated rapidly, and the handwriting became more and more scribbled, "Damn Sirius Black, I'm mad at me!"

The girls watched Sylvia leave the dormitory, and couldn't help showing their aunt's smile.

"Rock paper scissors, whoever wins will tell Fred that he found a bargain today." Patricia laughed.

"Yo! Where are you going? Sylvia?" Leoni met the aggressive Sylvia at a corner and followed her pace, "Looks like she's going to kill ."

"Is it worth it to kill my uncle and squat in Azkaban?" Sylvia sneered and waved the roaring letter in her hand.

"You're so angry." Leoni smiled helplessly, "Today is Christmas, be happy."

"I'm very happy." Sylvia nodded, "Except for my annoying uncle, everything is worth being happy. I also received Aunt Molly's hand-knitted sweater— It's Fred's mother."

"Eh-" Leonie giggled.

"What are you laughing at?" Sylvia kicked her, but was dodged, "Just laugh. I told you, Li pulled me yesterday and asked me to match him The color of the tie, this guy was hesitant to talk for a long time. He tried so hard to dress up to dance with you."

"Does he talk a lot?" Leonie laughed, "I thought he was a little stutterer at first, but I thought it was quite interesting. I really enjoyed chatting with him. Thanks He, I'm starting to understand Quidditch."

"You like stuttering, right? You're disappointed, Miss Andres." Sylvia laughed wickedly.

"I don't like stuttering, I like him." Leoni made no secret of her intentions.

"Go away! I'm going to vomit!" Sylvia said and quickened her pace.

"I want to thank you, he is really considerate. It's not like those guys in our school at all, all heads are lifted to the sky." Leoni smiled and held it Sylvia's arm, "It's just that sometimes there's a lot of talk, especially when it comes to Quidditch."

“If there is anything wrong, just scold him.” Sylvia said with a smile.

"I don't scold him, I love him." Leoni showed a bright smile.

"You! Give it! Me! Get out! Stay away!" Sylvia laughed and broke free of Leonie's hand, "Hey! Disgusting!

"Really, he's a lot better character than those guys in our school... Wow, that's what he's talking about." Leonie saw a few Durmstrang boys walking towards him. The corner of his mouth twitched, "The one in the middle was beaten by Fred."

Sylvia looked at the guy who was even taller than Fred, and thought that he was taught by Fred. The silly big man greeted Leoni and walked to Sylvia's other side.

"Why are you following us?" Leoni didn't give him a good look.

"I want to meet Miss Warrior. Hello, I'm..." The silly big man stretched out his hand, but Sylvia not only didn't take it out of his pocket, but also interrupted him.

"I know you, but you were beaten by Fred," she said casually, without even glancing at him.

"I think we should shake hands," insisted the big fool.

manner."

"Die laugh." He laughed loudly, "What do you think? How do you know if the men around you are coveting you? They didn't say anything, didn't they mean something in their minds? ?"

"You still want to represent men?" Sylvia sneered, "The boys around me are all very well, thank you for your concern."

"Is that so? Isn't that red-haired boy just when he heard me say you are hot? How noble is he?" The guy hugged Sylvia's arm pulled towards him, "You know what he said to me? He said: Sheismyhotchick, youprick!"

Sylvia stopped, pulled his damned hand down with her right hand, grabbed the guy's chin with her left hand and lifted it up fiercely, he immediately gave a strange He shouted while unable to move again.

“Yeah,I'mhishotchick.” Sylvia looked up at him with a sneer, “You can ask anyone at Hogwarts. Someone dare to ask Fred Do it, what will I do? Guess what answer you will hear with high probability?"

She patted her hand in disgust, and strode forward. Leoni watched with interest, she quickly followed, and gave Sylvia a spell to help her wash her hands.

"Look, Fred and George are still having a snowball fight down there." Angelina looked at the dormitory window, "Patricia, did you tell Fred?"

"Of course I have!" Patricia said while arranging her braids, "I've said it for a long time."

"He must know." Arya was also lying on the window, "Fred has been distracted, he has been smashed several times."

"Can you do anything more meaningful than peeping at the two of them?" Sylvia said and walked out from behind the dressing barrier.

"We've already dressed up, it's up to you—Merlin's beard! Is there anything to do with our other girls?" Angelina turned to look at Sylvia Covered his mouth.

"Don't do this." Sylvia pulled up the top half of the dress, "Hey I always think this strap will break at any moment..."

"It won't break, it won't break!" Patricia gallantly ran over to help Sylvia pull up her skirt, "Oh my God, our Syr has grown up!"

"Wait! You forgot something!" Angelina hurriedly found the gift box sent by Sirius, "Your back chain! Baby! How can you forget the back chain!"

"Ah—" Sylvia covered her face embarrassedly, letting her roommate turn her around, "How can I dress like this? This is too..."

"It's too hot, baby." Arya said, "I'm falling in love!"

"Damn Fred." Emily actually started to complain, "Why can he be our Syl's dance partner?"

"Oh, let me be quiet for a while—" Sylvia begged bitterly, she was pulled in front of the full-length mirror by Arya, "Damn, it's really hot."

"Let's talk?" Patricia was trembling with excitement.

Sylvia combed herself a half head, and the long hair on both sides was braided and rolled up into a small pull. She wanted to wear ordinary makeup, but looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but started to add more eye makeup crazily.

"Damn Fred." And her roommates were still whining.

Fred did not expect that these girl friends of his scolded him when they passed him in the common room: Damn Fred.

"Damn Fred." Arya scolded one more time, because she was George's dance partner, and she accompanied the twins to wait for Sylvia.

"I know I'm taking advantage! How long do you want to scold? I'm nervous enough." Fred was quite speechless, but when he looked up When Sylvia came down the stairs, she was completely stunned, "..." He suddenly felt that he couldn't speak, or even breathe. His mouth was open, and he couldn't say a word of greeting.

Alia patted George on the shoulder, and they both left the lounge with a smile.

And Fred's eyes could not leave Sylvia, he watched her slowly walk towards him, and he could only hear his unstable breathing.

He saw that on her pretty collarbone was the necklace he gave, although it was quite abrupt with the white skirt, the girl still did not take it off. His eyes couldn't help but go down and hurriedly back to her face, but then turned away in a panic when he met her round eyes.

"You look so good today." He wanted to slap himself when he finished saying that, feeling like nothing could be more stupid.

"Thank you." Sylvia thought her face must be redder than Fred's ears, fortunately she put a heavy foundation on herself.

She noticed that Fred was carrying the tie she gave last year, and the brooch she gave this year. It was custom-made by the store she found specially, and the one with George was a pair of twin stars in the sky.

"Let's go." Fred's hand moved, but couldn't find a suitable movement, hold hands? Hug your waist? Or shoulders? In the end he just clenched his fists tightly. But Sylvia took his stiff arm and gave him a gentle smile.

Fortunately I wore a black dress today.

Fred couldn't help peeking at the girl beside him all the way. They look like a newlywed couple today.

He suddenly thought that if the day when she actually put on the veil, the person standing beside her called the groom instead of the dance partner was not himself. Fred knew he wouldn't be able to take it.

The foyer was crowded with students, all waiting for the arrival of eight o'clock. Sylvia was delighted to see Draco standing beside Astoria, and it seemed that she needed to think hard about what kind of experience she would give Miss Greenglass this summer.

"Please come here, warriors!" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded, and she laughed heartily when she saw Fred and Sylvia coming together. She told them to wait by the door and let the others in first. After the students were all seated, they lined up to enter the auditorium.

"Searle! You are too beautiful today!" Hermione said excitedly, and Krum on the side also signaled a smile.

"I'll return this sentence to you, my dear Min." Sylvia smiled implicitly.

At this moment, the door of the auditorium opened. When everyone filed in, they didn't forget to take a look here. Sylvia saw Qiu and Cedric waving to her enthusiastically, she looked at Harry, she knew that the little savior now had no chance at all.

"Your Rebecca didn't find a dance partner?" Fred looked at the crowd around him, lowered his head and said softly.

"Betty." Sylvia tried to find her in the crowd, but failed, "she only has Ryan in her heart, and no one else deserves to be her dance partner. I want to wait for her to graduate Well, they might be getting married soon. That's nice—"

Fred looked at the girl in front of him, resisting the urge to hug her from start to finish. When Sylvia looked up at him, he quickly looked elsewhere.

Neither Sylvia nor Fred likes to deal with such a grand scene, but they can handle it well. From walking to the guest of honor, to greeting guests and other warriors with cups and cups, it was easily resolved.

"Percy has been promoted." Fred looked at Percy who was chatting with Harry and said, "Mum said in a letter that Percy would appear in place of Crouch."

"Well, I guess I'll report the good news to Aunt Molly as soon as possible." Sylvia smiled softly and shook her head.

"You eat slowly." Fred propped his head up and took a sip of the mead from the glass, watching Sylvia stuff all kinds of food into his mouth one by one.

"What can I do? I'm so nervous." Sylvia waved her hand after chewing the food in her mouth.

"So you've been drinking?" Fred took the bottle she was going to refill to his other side, "Even if you've been eating, I can still see you drinking . Do you want to make a fool of yourself at the dance?"

"Fred, you are so handsome today." Sylvia said this slowly, "Really, more handsome than everyone I've ever met. .Including Takuya Kimura."

"Hold back my hand." Fred immediately noticed the hand she was going to take the menu, "You don't need to be careful to deceive others."

"You can't do that—it's really good—" Sylvia pouted unhappily, "You won't let me drink butterbeer by my side. I drink a lot more than before. Now! And now it's entertainment!"

"Have you had a good time for the past six months?"

"Yeah, I drank it every day."

They both looked at each other and laughed. And they have always enjoyed the process.

When everyone had finished their dinner, Dumbledore stood up and told his classmates to stand up too. Then he waved his wand and moved all the tables to the wall, leaving a clear space in between. He made another high stage, attached to the right wall, with a drum set, a few guitars, a lute, a cello, and some organs.

At this time, the strange sisters flooded the stage together, and the auditorium erupted into thunderous applause.

"Dora will die of envy." Sylvia said, taking Fred's hand and standing up.

"It's time to dance, Miss Warrior who can't dance." Fred admitted that he smiled a little smugly.

"Who do you look down on?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows, "I specifically asked Leah to learn something. You made a surprise attack before the final exam, wouldn't I?"

"Come on." Fred led Sylvia to the center of the dance floor, "Let them see how charming the Hogwarts Miss Warrior is."

"Why do I feel like you're mocking me?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes and took his hand and shoulder, "I can tell you! I can dance now! Nope! shameful!"

"Really?" Fred put his arms around her waist and led her around to the music, "If you step on me, what will be the punishment?"

"Punishment?" Sylvia sneered, "Fred Weasley, who gave you the courage to punish me?"

"I was wrong." Fred barely waited for Sylvia to finish, but he was in a good mood and slowed down so that Sylvia could keep up he.

Others also joined the dance floor one after another, and the whole dance became very lively.

"I'm sorry to dance with me?" Under the trembling of the last note, Sylvia stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. She remembered that Fred was supposed to exude his flamboyant charm at the ball.

"What nonsense are you talking about all of a sudden?" Fred's heart skipped a beat, he followed Sylvia to the side of the round table to rest, "I don't think you dance well!" He After hurriedly explaining, his mind began to wonder if he said something wrong: "Bunny, don't scare me."

"I know I'm holding you back when it comes to dancing." Sylvia said and patted Fred's shoulder, "I'm not unhappy or angry, don't mess around. think."

"I just wanted to say, you can't dance and wear such high heels." Fred looked at the golden toe and slender shoes exposed at the bottom of Sylvia's skirt and.

"It's not because you are too tall." Sylvia muttered, "I'm already wearing seven centimeters, which is the limit! It's still that much worse than you!"

"Hmm." Fred didn't know what to say for a while, he admitted it was his fault.

"If you want to dance, just go and leave me alone." Sylvia said, she could clearly feel Fred's whole body shaking.

"I just want to be by your side." Fred's mind was spinning fast, he didn't know how many horrible questions his little madman would throw in the next second, "I really Don't want to dance, Bunny. I just looked at the dance floor because… because Ron wasn't there! The guy must be sulking himself." He couldn't say he'd been nervous all day and didn't dare to look straight at West as usual. Sylvia, fortunately, saw Ron sitting on the side.

"Oh." Sylvia also saw it, "The girl she liked was invited away until she realized that she regretted it, and she left her dance partner like this. The first time I saw jealousy How dare you lose your temper. What kind of idiot is this?" She saw Hermione go to Ron and Harry, who were clearly arguing.

"That...maybe the Weasleys' idiot." Fred gasped, he always felt that she had something to say. He wanted to test to see what Sylvia would answer, but George suddenly motioned to him not far away.

"You go." Sylvia also saw George, "George is looking for you."

"Wait for me here, okay?" Fred gave George a look and looked at Sylvia, "I promise I'll be back soon, we have a little thing."

Sylvia nodded, she knew that Fred and George would take the opportunity to find Bagman. She put her hands around her arms, and the dress made her somewhat uncomfortable.

And Fred did not take a half step, turned around and took off his black robe and put it on Sylvia, and then hurried to George's side.

Sylvia stared at the long red hair blowing in the wind, and the tough lines faintly visible under the black trousers and the small brown vest. She tightened her robe and covered herself completely.

"Hi, Miss Sylvia."

A nice voice rang in Sylvia's ear, she turned her head and saw that it was Norman, with his dance partner Luna.

"Hi, friends." Sylvia laughed. "Have fun."

"We had a great time," Norman said happily. "Luna also taught me a lot of weird dances, which was so much fun!"

Sylvia watched the two of them leave, and Luna looked appropriate in her wonderfully colored dress and Norman garish. Many Ravenclaw girls stared at Luna unhappily, many of whom had humiliated her.

"Yo, how dare Fred let you down?" Rebecca suddenly rushed to Sylvia's side, "I'm going to **** such a beautiful baby."

"Then take me, Betty." Sylvia laughed wearily, "I can't walk anymore! High heels murder me!"

"I dare not!" Rebecca pretended to be trembling, "Fred will beat me! I don't want the bridge of my nose to be broken!"

"And there are always people staring at me, so... uncomfortable." Sylvia could feel that from the moment she stepped into the auditorium, many people were always staring at her.

"Because you are so beautiful today!" Rebecca laughed, "They probably didn't expect you to be so hot!"

"Let me go..." Sylvia smiled wryly.

"Hey this girl! What are you doing?" Fred really came back very soon, only Sylvia knew that he didn't want the money back and returned angrily.

"Come and kidnap my Sylvia." Rebecca patted Sylvia's shoulder with a smirk, waved her hand and walked out, "You better be careful, Fred."

"I want to go too." Sylvia looked at Fred, "If you still want to play..."

"Let's go." Freda grabbed Sylvia's wrist and walked out slowly, "What's the point of staying here?"

"I'm going back to the dormitory." Sylvia followed him outside the auditorium, "I can't have fun with you today, Fred." She noticed that Fred kept bringing He was holding the watch, so he was in a good mood and stretched out his other hand and attached it to the one he was holding on to.

"Then go back." Fred looked indifferent.

"Wait." Sylvia said, taking off the pair of high-heeled shoes under her feet, and heaving a sigh of relief, "Saved—"

Fred reached out and took the pair of high-heeled shoes, and when he lifted them up, they looked really high. He likes how the girl looks without any worries in front of him. At this time, he was thinking about what to talk about, and he didn't forget to help the girl to lift the skirt.

"Did you spend a lot of time today?" Fred asked, looking at Sylvia's beautiful butterfly bone.

"Otherwise do you think I'm wearing a dress that idiot Sirius bought?" Sylvia rolled her eyes, "I admit that I made my figure a little better. Easy Jonmagus' little trick."

"You've always looked good."

"It's you, you've always been handsome, Fred." Sylvia smiled and looked at him, "I said that you have long hair and that's definitely second to none, I'm not talking nonsense ."

"And what are you two doing?"

Sylvia was shocked when she heard Snape's voice. The good professor just blasted a rose bush with a spell, and the two figures ran into the distance. And he now turned to two familiar boys.

"We're walking." Ron said rudely to Snape, who was walking side by side with Harry, "It's not illegal, is it?"

"Let's go on a walk then!" Snape exclaimed angrily, "what are you doing?" He turned his head sharply to look at Fred and Sylvia.

"We're not in a relationship, Professor." Sylvia wanted to laugh at the thought that Snape had just caught a couple. "We're going back to the dorm."

But she didn't know that her words made Fred hold back too many words. He wanted to confess on this day, and he still had fireworks that had been prepared in his pocket. But now it seems that it is not suitable to express.

"Why don't you talk?" Sylvia looked at Fred as she walked up a few floors, "Are you bored?"

"I was just thinking... about Ron." Fred was going to borrow his brother again. "What's the use of regretting a wonderful opportunity? It's stupid."

"That's right." Sylvia shrugged, "Anyway, Ron lost this good night."

Well, I lost half a year with you.

Fred pursed his lips, his heart heavy.

"I heard it before, I missed it, it's not wrong, it's passed." Sylvia sighed sadly, "What I lost has to be picked up again. But it's not that easy."

"Sometimes, if you're not careful, you lose it." Sylvia saw that he didn't speak, and continued.

"Sometimes." Fred shrugged, which didn't make him look more natural. "It's a fool who lost it himself."

"That's right." Sylvia said, jumping to the frame of the fat lady, their dormitory aunt didn't expect someone to come back so early.

After watching Sylvia return to the dormitory, Fred turned around and walked towards the dormitory with the dress jacket she handed back in his hand. Lying on his bed, he took out their group photo from the History of Magic textbook. Sylvia and Fred in the group photo are still enviable and innocent.

Juveniles have a sensitive heart and a rebellious temper. From the inside to the outside, they are all stubborn and contradictory.

But maybe this is growth.

Constrained the original arrogant self, and began to have disdainful concerns and withdrawal in the face of setbacks.

However you look at it, it's what you hate the most.

But that's the girl I like.

Fred shook his head in denial to himself.

Sylvia is right. If you are unhappy, you should find a place to stay by yourself. Just like this half year, Fred wanted to understand too many things.

For example, he doesn't like being lost.

For example, he hates being awkward.

For example, he resents frustration.

But he couldn't avoid loss, he couldn't avoid embarrassment, and he couldn't avoid setbacks, and he found out later that no one could avoid it. These tortured feelings may all originate from Sylvia, but the best answers also belong to Sylvia.

He likes a girl to rub his head, and doesn't even mind if she meddles and says some lessons.

He likes girls chasing him and bouncing around him, saying over and over that knowing Fred is her luckiest thing.

He likes girls no matter what happens, he stands up proudly and tells everyone how good Fred is, he will be a legend in the trick world.

And Sylvia, also Fred's life.

We are too familiar, so all the laughter, all the gags, and everything has become a matter of course and commonplace. Over time, I forgot that it was my most precious person.

Look at it small, you and I have become each other's most complicated trivia. Zoom in and see, you and I have both made each other's most precious years.

I've always wondered what I can do to make you completely dependent on me. I found that I was thinking wrong. There should never be anyone between us depending on whom.

No one can make me, Fred Weasley, feel like a match, but you, Sylvia. So I guess that's why I only fell in love with you. I think that's why I have to you.

Sorry, it took me so long to figure it out.

He has been making himself reliable.

But Sylvia always told him everything, in front of her, just be that presumptuous childish child.

This is what love looks like the most, right?

Love is for you, nothing else. Just to make you happy without any worries, then write down your smile and turn it into a sweet dream for yourself at night.

That's all.

From the moment you think of comparing your efforts with the other person's return, love is no longer the love you originally had in your heart.

The world is cold enough, life is boring enough, don't lose that loving self.

Sylvia was lying on the bed when she suddenly thought of the poem "Although I Love You First". She opened the scrapbook and wrote down every sentence in a rare and serious manner.

Ilovedyoufirst,butafterwardsyourloveoutsoaringmine,

Although I loved you first, your love surpassed mine.

This sentence is surprisingly appropriate for both Sylvia and Fred.

This also seems to echo the sentence at the end:

Bothofus,ofthelovewhichmakesusone.

You and I are one because of love.

Love itself is not divided between you and me.

The author has something to say:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival friends! Do you like the new cover?

This chapter has a lot of details, I really want to say it to everyone's comment area hahahaha I feel like I'm always talking a lot

It is rare to write such a long paragraph from Fred's perspective, and it feels good to have an occasional paragraph. The love between Fred and Searle exemplifies the kind of love that I most envy, the kind of love that grows up with each other from a young age, and is full of joy and surprises.

difficult thing. So I feel that the world is cool enough, life is boring enough, don't lose that loving self.

I always believe that the most powerful magic is love