❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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REBECCA HAD FELT LIVID. Anger and hurt was bubbling within her chest. She was far past upset, and if she was completely honest, there was the odd sense of betrayal beneath her skin. It had only been a week or so into March, still fresh from the second task; and beginning Apparition lessons in the midst of all her regular lessons – and yet, all she could focus on was the fact that Sirius Black had been close by for most of the beginning portion of the year. Her father had owled Harry to meet with him down in Hogsmeade – and not a single word of it to his own daughter. Rebecca had to hear it from Hermione, who in turn didn't realize that the estrangement between father and daughter had continued, even after Harry had confronted the man over it.
It also didn't help that since she had turned of age, Rita Skeeter was thereby released from her Ministry serve to protect a minor's image – and happily at that – and was regularly adding made-up and horrible stuff on her 'two-timing trials of the quidditch stars within Hogwarts' into both the gossip columns of Witch Weekly and The Daily Prophet. Really, the only good thing that had came from turning of age was the fact that she was learning to Apparate, and she had received a key to a vault in Gringotts in her name.
"Now just what did that poor fork do to you?" Fred teased lightly into her ear from behind, both his arms draped over her shoulders as he pressed a sound kiss to her temple and plopped into the seat at her side.
Rebecca immediately loosened her grip on the fork, which indeed had a slight bend in the trident part of it, and let it clatter onto the table top before peering upward. Fred frowned slightly, looking between her distressed look, semi-full plate, and the way she tugged at her fingertips; scooting the slightest bit closer to hook an arm around her waist and tug her frame towards his own.
"What's the matter, love?" He murmured gently, setting his chin atop her shoulder as it slumped over slightly.
"Nothing," Rebecca answered dismissively, letting out a short breath and peering at his face momentarily, "just a bit over everything at the moment – load of schoolwork, you know?"
"Well it's probably no better with all those trips to the library with Hermione – which, by the way – what do you get up to in there?"
"The usual," She shrugged, eyeing the owls that suddenly began swarming the top of the Great Hall, "homework, Wizarding Law, S.P.E.W, the fall of Rita Skeeter, novels for you to borrow –"
"Still no luck with stopping those articles, huh?" Fred questioned softly.
"No," She murmured in slight defeat, returning her gaze to the bowl of fruit in front of her with a curling frown, "there are far more loopholes to get through when you're 'of-age' and Skeeter is just getting as much as she can on me – on everything while she still can."
