Abby Oranga met George Weasley when she was eleven.
They brushed past each other at the station, and neither remembered what the other looked like.
Abby Oranga officially met George Weasley when she was fourteen.
She was insecure and sensitive then, convinced that dreams, friendship, and love were all beyond her reach. He appeared in her life at just that moment, taking her hand and running with her across meadows, through woods, and over rivers, chasing the setting moon at midnight.
Abby Oranga fell in love with George Weasley when she was sixteen.
It was a clear morning. He was laughing on the lawn, his eyes bright, with the warmth of sunlight and the freshness of the wind about him.
They were only ordinary friends then, and she never imagined they might have more of a story together.
But she didn't know that George Weasley had already fallen for a girl when he was fifteen.
That girl was named Abby Oranga.
"You may be ordinary, insignificant, and unremarkable, but someday you'll meet someone who appreciates the real you, someone even willing to pluck the moon for you."
"That is Mr. George Weasley's theory of love."
Please note before reading:
1. This story is written purely for love of the subject. Updates are whenever inspiration strikes, and the completion date is unknown.
2. Set in a world without Voldemort. The female lead is a Hufflepuff and a native of the wizarding world. No transmigration into a book, no foreknowledge, no golden finger. A gentle slice-of-life story, not a power fantasy.
3. The female lead is extremely sensitive, introverted, and insecure at first, with a people-pleasing personality and a trashy first love. Read with caution.
4. My thanks in advance to everyone willing to read my work. I'll do my best to write it well, and welcome all criticism and feedback.
Theme: Everyone deserves to be loved
