Riptides (Fred Weasley Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

Redbone - Come and Get Your Love

Lyssie woke up very early the next day. She didn't sleep well as she kept thinking about the magic diary she got from her dad. Also, she didn't really feel like speaking to him, but the mystery of the notebook didn't leave her throughout the whole morning. She tried reading one of her favorite books and it didn't help. Thinking that maybe she needs to pick up something she doesn't know that well would help, but the result was similar. She couldn't focus on the text and caught herself reading the same sentence over and over, thinking about the book lying under her bed.

Then, she tried drawing something. She wasn't very good at it, but she thought that it may keep her busy and let her forget about the diary. Unfortunately, the shapes she was trying to draw didn't resemble anything and she quickly gave up. She even stared seeing the outline of the book in them, which made her even more frustrated. It seemed that her mind was playing tricks on her.

After that, she tried walking back and forth across her room, like she did the day before, but she got bored of it very quickly. She tried tidying her bookshelves, but there was no point since she did it yesterday evening. She tried counting the trees on her wallpaper, but it seemed impossible to focus on anything. Finally, she tried taking a nap, but it appeared that she wasn't sleepy at all. Her dad tried to knock on her door three times this morning but each time she just said that she didn't want to speak with him and that she wasn't not hungry.

"The book," she thought after all ways of keeping her occupied turned out to be a failure. She sat on her knees and took the diary from under her bed. She opened it and, as she has expected, it was completely empty.

Lyssie took the book to her desk and started writing in it. She didn't write anything special, but this time, she addressed her recipient Fred, not Diary. The letters disappeared, just like they did the night before. She waited for the answer to appear, but nothing happened. She wrote another sentence and still nothing. Another one, but once again, no results. Lyssie took a deep breath and closed the book. It was not going to answer.

"Maybe I was dreaming?" she thought to herself. "Maybe I imagined the book answering me?"

It was quite possible. She was tired yesterday, after all. Maybe she was just lacking sleep and stared hallucinating? Lyssie learnt at school that it is possible when someone doesn't sleep for long enough. She slept, however. Maybe she didn't sleep well but it wasn't possible to start seeing things that early. The ink disappeared, also. This book was really peculiar, and it frustrated her not to understand how it worked. She always understood everything and now a stupid diary was too much for her to handle?

She knew that there was no other way than to consult the matter with her dad. Also, she was getting hungry.

Lyssie opened the door, sighted and decided to finally go downstairs. This time, she wasn't careful about the creaking step on the stairs and when she stepped on it, she saw the face of her dad looking at her from the office door.

"Lyss," he said relieved. "Can we talk, finally?"

She nodded and followed her dad to the kitchen. On the stove, there was a small pot full of vegetable soup. Anthony was a terrible cook but Lyssie has never told him that. She sat down at her usual spot and her dad put a plate full of soup in front of her.

"Did you think about my idea?" he asked after a minute or two.

"Yes, I have," she answered in between spoons of soup. It wasn't so bad after all. "But can we talk about something else first, dad?"

"Of course."

Lyssie didn't look as angry as she did yesterday, which made him very glad. She stopped eating for a second and took the diary in her hand. She opened it but saw nothing but empty pages. Anthony knew perfectly what she was about to say.