𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 ✍︎︎𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟

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Sitting back down at the table, she did as Sirius had told her too, walked back in there with her head held high because she wasn't the one in the wrong.

She took the seat in between Fleur and George, Sirius sitting at the head of the table whilst keeping his dark look on molly. He knew she would go to apologise but with the look everyone had sent her she thought against it until later, she didn't want to cause Rosalind anymore stress for one night. They could all sleep on it.

Remus mouthed a "are you okay" to her with a concerned look, Rosalind giving the cardigan clad man back a smile with a nod. She was okay, she had to be. She couldn't explode like that again, they all had to join together in dark times that this, they shouldn't be at each other's throat.

Harry sat across from her with Kingsley and Ginny, Maximus placing himself next to Fred and Charlie with Hermione on the opposite side whilst Tonks occupied a seat at the end of the table with Reinmond. Moody stood standing, his beady eye flitting across every member in the room, watching them closely as they spoke. Danielle and Bill had gone somewhere to talk, the girl still in a fit of rage for what Bills mother had dared say about her friend.

Fleur grabbed Rosalind's hand under the table, laughing with her as Tonks transformed her face into that of a pig. Rosalind loved her cousins Metamorphmagus  abilities, they were absolutely brilliant. She could transform into anything she wanted, could change her hair to whatever colour she liked, she remembered Tonks being insecure about it once when they were younger and had gone on a rampage of telling her how incredibly cool she was. She was unique and that made her special.

"I don't understand, what's the ministry of magic got against me?" Snapping her attention back to Harry, she eased into listening to their conversation, trying to drown out Mollys chopping in the back ground.

"Shall we?"

"Well he'll find out soon enough" Moody answered, resting against his large stick. He was quite an odd man, that's why no one had even thought he wasn't the one in his own body. He was absolutely mad without being Barty crouch jr and that was saying something.

Upon his nod, Kingsley shook out a copy of the daily prophet and handed it to him, the article reading 'the boy who lies' in bold writing. Rosalind narrowed her eyes at the paper, she absolutely despised Fudge for making Harry out to be a liar in his own denial. Voldemort was back and it was painfully true, Fudge was just too stuck up his own arse to accept it.

"He's been attacking Dumbledore aswell..." Sirius told him, watching as Harry gripped the paper tightly.

"Fudge, is using the daily prophet to bash anyone who claims the dark Lord has returned" Rosalind spoke up, her voice slightly hoarse from crying sending shivers through Molly, who looked down in shame. She felt absolutely awful.