ARRANGED | FRED WEASLEY

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

❝ 𝑰'𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 .❞ - 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒚𝒔

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Lilith felt her head spinning and she had to put her arm around Fred's to hold herself and make sure she didn't faint at that moment. It couldn't be real - it couldn't be fucking real.

"Are you okay, chiquilla?" Mr Hevia asked her, noticing how disturbed she was.

"Yeah - yeah, don't worry, sir," she played it down, even though her own voice felt like a distant sound to her.

"I'm gonna get you some water, ¿vale? " the man offered, noticing that she was in fact not okay and that she probably needed a moment of privacy.

She nodded and heard his steps walking away while she still was clung at Fred.

"Lilith-" Fred started speaking, but she interrupted him.

"Freddie, can you find Theo and tell him he is here? I bet he would like to know?" she said, feeling she needed to close herself inside of her own body in order not to burst into tears in front of Fred. She didn't want to put that burden upon him.

"Y-yes, sure, but you don't want to get out of here? I don't know much about your father-" he started, trying to be as comprehensive as possible. My father is Remus Lupin, not that son of a bitch, Lilith thought, knowing she couldn't say it aloud. "But I know this is definitely not good for you. If you want, I can take you back home right now. Just us two."

She made her biggest effort to smile, but still, she squeezed his hand in a thankful way and caressed his arm.

"No, it's okay. I can handle it," Lilith managed to murmur.

Fred nodded, not too convinced but still giving her the benefit of the doubt. He looked one last time at her and then started to walk away as well, slowly, on his way to find Theo.

Being now alone in the middle of all that people, Lilith felt her emotions on edge and overwhelming her, and since she definitely didn't want to explode in public nor give them the pleasure of seeing her broken, she decided that the best option was to get drunk with Liv and Draco - who, of course, had asked her how she was feeling and had accepted reluctantly the faint and false answer she had given them - until the alcohol had drained for her mind any thought.

Mr Hevia had approached and handed her a good glass of water, which she thanked. Lilith noticed the man was still curious about her reaction but that he was being prudent enough not to ask her and, even though she would have liked getting to know him and keep enjoying the night, he was requested by Voldemort and had no other choice but to reunite with him, leaving Lilith trying to forget what was happening.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Lilith babbled when she noticed her cup of champagne was already empty. Liv looked at her with her worried blue eyes.

"You should slow down a little bit, mate. For your own good."

"Fuck it, Liv. If that son of a bitch is here, I need to be as drunk as possible in order not to murder him in front of everyone," she simply replied back, drawling her words and not bothering to order the stir she had now for a mind.

Lilith walked towards the fancy table in which the different drinks were exposed being able to keep balance and pretend she was actually doing well. She looked at the champagne and felt unable to keep her thoughts away now that she was alone.