I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}

Chapter 50- A Change in Perspective

Alicia Spinnet truly believed in the chain of thought that everything happens for a reason. Take the position of Head Girl, for example. Alicia wanted nothing more than to become the Gryffindor Prefect. She worked hard, maintained the highest marks in their year, not from sheer intelligence but from her perseverance, captained as many clubs as she could, developed relationships with the professors.

Everything she could think of, she did.

And the position still fell upon Eleanor.

Eleanor Potter, who everything came so effortlessly easily to. Who was too pretty, too perfect, so much so that Alicia wouldn't have liked her if she didn't know her, if she didn't know the kindness and love and pain contained within her beautiful exterior.

And she knew then that she would never make Head Girl. That the title and all it's pretty privileges would fall to Eleanor instead, and that Eleanor would dread the experience Alicia wished so deeply for.

It took a while for Alicia to realize it wasn't simply favoritism. Eleanor had something that put her just slightly above the pack. What that something was, Alicia couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it confidence? The confidence that Eleanor glided through the world with, that self-assured attitude that opened every door for her? Confidence that Alicia so desperately lacked, no matter how hard she tried to fake it. Was it that Eleanor didn't care how she was perceived as Alicia scrambled to be liked, to be seen as smart, seen as better?

Jealousy, jealousy.

Jealousy she was sure Eleanor didn't even notice. Eleanor Potter, who she'd tricked into believing that she, Alicia Spinnet, was the smartest witch in their year. Whatever unique quality Eleanor possessed, a quality she so obviously lacked, she wanted to steal it. Wanted to bottle her essence and douse herself in it.

But at the end of the day, she found it best that she was not made Head Girl. Head girl was nothing more than a fancy title. No true learning could come from the experience, but head of the student council? Alicia learned a lot from being named the head of student council. She learned how to lead, how to work with people she didn't necessarily like, how to make her voice heard.

Her jealousy of Eleanor brought her into the girl's orbit, and she gained a best friend from it. She loved Eleanor with every beat of her heart. She wouldn't trade their friendship for the world.

It all happened for a reason.

But as she stared at her friend, listened to her deep rhythmic breaths as she fell into the lull of sleep, Alicia couldn't imagine the reasoning for this.

What good could possibly come from the scars on Eleanor's chest? From the torture she'd been forced to endure?

How could she rationalize this? How could it be made better? Eleanor would be counting on her, for hope, for a solution, for something, and she had nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Alicia refused to be nothing.

She sat up in the makeshift bed they'd created, staring down at her wounded friend, the moonlight illuminating her tear-streaked face.

"She's asleep," Angelina whispered, continuing to stroke Eleanor's hair as she spoke, her voice cracking.

"Good," Alicia muttered, unsure of what else to say, what else to do.

Nothing, Nothing, Nothing.

"I'm going to go to the library." She decided her plan of action as she spoke, detangling herself from the bedsheets.