Bill Weasley

During the Divination lesson, Professor Firenze spoke with celestial serenity, his gaze fixed on the stars projected onto the room's ceiling. Bill Weasley, sitting beside you, was more interested in the conversation at his table than the imaginary constellations.

In the midst of this grand display, Firenze interrupted the class and looked intently at you and Bill, who had been distracted. “You two, please step forward. I have something to share with you.”

Intrigued, you and Bill stood up and approached the teacher. A silence fell over the room, which was adorned with mystical tapestries, and all eyes were fixed on the three of you.

“I see an unusual sight,” Florence announced, looking at the two of you. “A wedding, a ceremony under a starry sky. You are smiling, and in the young woman's arms is a red-haired infant.”

Your eyes met, your faces reflecting a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, and you both blushed slightly. A silence settled over the classroom, capturing the unexpected moment.

After class, you and Bill met in the bustling corridor. It seemed the theme of the vision was still hanging in the air.

“So, do you actually believe in that?” Bill asked, trying to hide his nervousness behind a somewhat awkward smile.

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