sapphire || fred weasley

five

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

Beatrice returned home after the three day break she thought she well deserved. Luckily, she was able to retrieve wood not only to fix Fred's wand, but also to make even more from different wood types. She locked herself in the workshop the moment she had arrived, turning all of the record player's volume as Stevie Nicks' voice filled the room which always helped her focus somehow.

She hadn't realize how many hours had passed since she had first sat down to work. Fred's wand handle had so many intricate details which followed a specific pattern, hence why it was taking her hours to carve the wood perfectly. Beatrice loved mess and loved imperfect things, and was a deep inside having a dilemma since she couldn't figure out why she wanted that specific handle to be more than flawless.

"I brought you dinner," Amelia said softly to not startle her sister, carrying a plate of warm food and a glass of water in her hands.

"Thanks Ames," Beatrice smiled as he sister placed the plate in front of her.

"How are you doing with that?" Amelia asked and pulled up a chair to watch her sister work.

"What do you mean?" Beatrice said without lifting her eyes from the wand.

"Well, the other piece of it basically exploded so you don't really have something to know how it looked, and Fred never said how it looked like," Amelia shrugged.

"I just know," Beatrice smiled. "You'll eventually get there Ames, just have to keep studying and know the theory before starting with the practical part."

"I'm just curious-"

"I know, but a wand-maker never reveals her secrets," Beatrice smirked. "Where's Theo by the way, I haven't seen him since I got back."

"Well, I know that he went on a date with Daphne Greengrass yesterday and hasn't returned since," Amelia said nervously. "Should we start worrying now?"

"No, not just yet," Beatrice shook her head. "He tends to do this and we both know it Ames, he'll be back after he gets bored of her. Always the same thing."

"He's been getting drunk more often, and I think that he's getting high again too," Amelia said quietly.

"Cecillia had cut him off and she's the only dealer that we know, the only thing I keep in the house are my pills to focus and the jar they're in has a charm that only I can take off," Bea frowned. "Blaise and Cee don't even live together anymore so it's not likely that if he's buying drugs, he's getting it from any of them-"

"Have you stopped Beatrice?" Amelia asked with glossy eyes. "Maybe if you stop, that will set the example for him and it'll open his eyes."

"Amelia, they are the only thing that make me feel something," Beatrice whispered. "They're the only thing that can make me feel real happiness alright. I've never done them in front of him and the times that he's seen me high can be counted with the fingers of one hand-"

"You're hurting yourself because of them," Amelia croaked. "You really are destroying your mind and your body and-"

"All of those things were destroyed way before I started smoking and drinking and doing other stuff," Bea said coldly. "You should go back upstairs because I need to keep working."

"Bea, please," Amelia pleaded, tears already streaming down her cheeks. "At least do it for me, I know that he's a lost cause right now but I can't lose you too."

"And you won't Amy, I know how to control and take care of myself," she said without softening the cold look in her face. "Go back upstairs."

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