❝ 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
rewr...
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WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES was set to open its doors for the first time, just days prior to Hogwarts' new term. September 1st was rapidly approaching, the summer holiday unfortunately ending, and with Scarlett nearing three months on the 17th – they had no choice but to finally announce the news they had hidden from the rest of the family. She had yet to begin showing, much to her own pleasure, only her skin stretching a couple inches and firming around her lower abdomen – but George Weasley was a smiley mess nonetheless. He couldn't care any less that he was merely eighteen, fresh out of school, let alone that he had about zero experience in dealing with children – besides maybe pestering both Ron and Ginny when they were younger – the young man was all smiles and giddy nature.
Though, the same couldn't really be said for his older half. Fred Weasley seemed to be stuck in some sort of a rut, constantly seen with an unnatural, guarded expression that he'd be chasing away with a faint smile the moment others were to approach or speak to him. Even with the prospects of a future niece or nephew, with the dream of the joke shop actually coming true – he still seemed put-off. And with his twin brother preoccupied with pre-fatherly duties, it came down to his girlfriend catching each change of his features and weary behavior. Not that he had even noticed her watching him so closely.
When not at The Burrow, Fred was the first one to wake up in the morning, far earlier than usual before he was practically running down the winding steps into the shop and throwing himself into his work. He was becoming the last one to get to bed, stuck in that box-filled back office until he was trudging into the bedroom and collapsing near exhaustion. It was like he had slipped into some sort of character whilst back at his childhood home. Rebecca had seen it first hand, seeing him slip behind some façade the moment she was at his side and his mother finally had left them alone. It certainly didn't help that he was the deal-with-it-in-silence type. He wasn't one to speak of his feelings; not one to admit what was wrong or what bothered him – it pent up until he began to grow irritated with any and everything before exploding.
With the sudden, soft touch to her elbow, effectively pulling her out of her silent, far-off look, Rebecca was hastily spinning around when her fingers lost grip of the mug in her hands – her eyes gone wide before she was wincing as a loud shatter echoed across the flat.
"Oh – shit – I'm sorry," George let out quickly, his own eyes widening when he had caught sight of the sheer panic spreading across the Ravenclaw's face, immediately pulling his hand back as if she had burned him, "I-I didn't –"
"It's fine," Rebecca swallowed down the sudden lump in her throat, rapidly shaking her head as she silently willed her heart to slow down, "j-just surprised me – I'm fine."
