Scars 🗝 Fred Weasley

7. Preparation

The next morning, she woke up with Angelina, Hermione and Ginny all prodding her, she stirred in her bed until Ginny, obviously fed up, started shouting.

"WAKE UP"

"IT'S YOUR FIRST TIME GOING TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Constance finally got up, her plasters across her forehead.

"Yeah I'm up sorry," she murmured groggily narrowing her eyes at the sudden light, she squinted and--they were all packed.

"Oh OH, why didn't you wake me earlier am I the only one not ready?" she said starting to frantically get up.

"No don't worry they boys are all trying to get Fred out of bed too, but he's putting up a fight," Ginny said while helping Constance up, then they heard a booming voice from the hall.

"You fucking twats! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME EARLIER!" they all assumed it was Fred.

"Oh yes and wear a nice carnival-themed outfit," Hermione said while Constance tried to move her hair out of her face.

As she walked to the bathroom she ran into a very frantic-looking Fred, he stopped in front of her.

"I see they woke you up late too," he rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I was awoken by prods only to realise that they were all dressed in nice festival outfits while I'm here in my pyjamas," she said gesturing down at herself.

"Well, we better get a crack on then," Fred said already running down the stairs.

She walked into the bathroom got a shower then rummaged through her bag to find a decent carnivalish outfit. Whatever that meant.

She decided on wearing baggy dungarees with embroidered suns and long pants, underneath that she wore a jumper with a moon and a peaking out collar. She frantically searched in her bag for some jewellery, she put on her locket the same chain she was wearing yesterday and a choker which had a little sun decal. Good enough.

She quickly looked in the mirror and realised her hair was a mess, when the spells she cast failed she resorted to her tangle teaser brushing at it helplessly, she stared in the mirror for a little bit then decided she would keep her hair out so she oiled it making her ringlets slightly more defined and a little less puffy, it worked-- a little.

She looked back into the mirror, it was good enough-- then quickly ran back to Ginny's bedroom.

She quickly slid on her glasses and started to head downstairs with a fully packed bag dangling from her arm.

She was walking down the stairs they were all huddled together, waiting for her she cursed under her breath as she slipped into the group beside Hermione. ed the girls, Hermione started talking straight away.

"You look lovely," Hermione was smiling, her cheeks dimpled.

"I really like the hair," Angelina added before getting distracted by George.

Ginny was wearing tight-fitted bootleg jeans and a cropped sweater that flattered her figure and Hermione was wearing a simple red dress.

Both girls excused themselves to go and talk to their significant other which left her alone too survey the scene slightly admiring the three happy couples in front of her.

"Rather sickly, isn't it?" a voice came from behind her, it was Fred and he was also handing her a hot chocolate. She wanted to hug him right there and then.

"True, it's a sort of sickly sweet scene like when you eat too much chocolate," she smiled a little as she took the mug.

Fred turned around and walked over to stand in front of her, he was wearing a jumper with a collared shirt underneath with a pair of jeans, along with a small chain which was barely noticeable.