❝ 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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THANKFULLY ONCE THE MOON faded, just days later, Rebecca was back to being somewhat complicit in just fixing stray knickknacks and tending to the boring things around the flat once more. She had just finished around the den, then the kitchen before she was finally moving towards hers and Fred's room. Intent on fixing the shoes that lined up beneath their bed, she ducked down to kneel on the overlapping rugs and dug around blindly. She tugged out multiple of shoes and slippers, some pairs, and lining them all up at her feet before faltering at the sight of a small box further back within the darkness. Rebecca tugged a dusty shoebox out from beneath the bed, resting it on her legs.
Almost immediately, a fond smile was curling her lips upward as she slowly brushed off the grey specs – it was the same box she had designated for all letters she began receiving back in fifth year. It was decorated so childishly, like it was done by a first year, with colourful markers and pens and a bit of glitter. She flipped off the lid carefully, instantly revealing the opened envelopes variously-sized scrolls and even tiny, torn pieces of parchment of cheesy notes – a tug at her heartstrings at the mere glimpse of old sentimental words written in Fred's loopy handwriting.
"What are you doing in here all alone?" Scarlett's voice echoed slightly, her figure suddenly standing in the doorway with a small, teasing smile, "and on the floor for that matter?"
"Cleaning," Rebecca replied with a meek shrug, setting the letters and notes back into the shoebox and pulling the lid back on before setting it aside on the bedside table, "it's the only thing I can do, really – if not reading or listening to another record you'll soon get tired of."
"I wish we could watch the telly during store hours," The former Hufflepuff gave a small pout, slowly shuffling further into the room as she absentmindedly tapped her fingers against her growing bump, "stupid magical electrical interferences..."
"Missing your documentaries that much, are you?" The dark-haired witch questioned teasingly as she pulled herself up from the floor, gathering a few stray socks and one of Fred's shirts to toss into the laundry, "and to think you can't sit yourself down to read a book but you can sit through hours upon hours with a boring voice narrating to you."
"I just don't have the attention span for books," Scarlett mused with a shrug, sitting on the edge of the mattress before letting herself fall back onto the sheets, "I like all the pretty colours and the flashing scenes – books are too boring with their white pages and black print."
"I take offense to that," She gasped dramatically, reaching over to playfully nudge the other witch's arm before she was letting herself flop down so they laid side by side, "sooo...how's the spawn doing today?"
