sapphire || fred weasley

sixteen

Mature and triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

Beatrice took one last look at herself in the mirror and started regretting all of her life's choices as she downed a shot of tequila from the bottle that she kept hidden under her bed. She started reconsidering taking off the dress and heals and go to St Mungo's to visit her grandfather, whose illness was progressing.

The healers thought best to leave him hospitalized while they made sure to control his vitals and returning symptoms again and no matter how much she insisted on staying with him, the old man declined by saying that she needed to enjoy her youth rather than be an unpaid healer.

She felt extremely guilty as she got ready for the ball but it was too late to skip it now since she heard knocking from the wand shop's door. She looked at her reflection one last time before taking the intricate and delicate gold mask from her bed before carefully making her way down the stairs.

Fred felt the air being punched out of his lungs when Beatrice opened the door. She was wearing a long black dress that hugged and accentuated each of her curves perfectly. Her hair was styled in a low bun, some loose curls framing her face but showing the back of her dress, which was open and had a golden snake and delicate chains adding more details to the expensive looking gown.

"Wow."

"Isn't it too much?" she asked nervously and lifted the heavy gold mask she was holding, which was Medusa inspired, extremely detailed and fragile looking.

"You look like a fucking goddess," Fred grinned and kissed her lips before his eyes scanned her body again, making her blush under his piercing gaze. "Absolutely stunning love."

"Thanks," she smiled shyly and kissed his cheek, "but are you sure it's not too over the top?"

"Isn't the point of these things to be over the top?" Fred reasoned. 

"Yeah, I guess so," she mumbled and took a good look at him.

He looked godlike in the all black dress suit he was wearing. It made his features look sharper and more defined and Beatrice could definitely feel the fluttering in both her heart and lower belly at the simple sight of him under the stars.

"You look really handsome Freddie," she complimented and melted into his touch as he leaned to kiss her again, hand placed on the curve of her waist.

"Not as good as you though," he winked at her. "Weren't Amelia and Theo coming?"

"They already left," Bea said. "Blaise came to pick Amelia a while ago and Theo is going Daphne Greengrass."

"Zabini and Amy?" Fred grinned.

"They're just friends," Bea chuckled. "Theo forbbade him from touching her if they're not dancing, promised to cut Blaise's hands off if he tried anything but he's a good guy so I'm not worried. A little birdie told me that she actually wanted to ask none other than the Chosen One."

"Get out," Fred laughed. "Amelia and Harry?"

"I don't know if they're something but I know she fancies him," Bea snickered. "Don't tell that to anyone though."

"Wanna get going now?" Fred asked and helped her put on the mask before doing his gold one.

"Yeah," Bea gulped and held onto his arm as he apparated to the address she had told him.

"Names?"

"Beatrice Nott and her plus one," she answered coldly to the security wizard guarding the manor's entrance surrounded by security trolls.