sapphire || fred weasley

ninety-four

1989 to present (1993-1994).

Beatrice never spoke to Fred nor his twin after the sorting ceremony.

She ignored their existence, George's mainly but Fred was another story.

He had taken a liking to bother her.

Bother her with pranks and jokes that she didn't find slightly amusing.

The years went by in a blink of an eye, and the ignoring him had turned into heated arguments after every mean prank he directed towards her.

Beatrice was done being silent. If Fred wanted war, then she would give him a fight.

She loathed him.

With every fiber of her being.

And once the realization of her hatred struck him, Fred began to reciprocate that hate.

Without a reason.

He didn't understand her sudden change of demeanor after their first night at the great hall.

He went and looked for her near the dungeons where Charlie said the Slytherin common rooms were, but she wasn't there.

Fred didn't know that Beatrice waited for him outside the great hall instead.

So in her eyes, he never came.

And in his, she never showed up.

And that minor misunderstanding, let out their mutual hatred towards each other.

So he became more ruthless and unhinged with the type of pranks he targeted for her.

And she never held her tongue back when it came to insulting him.

And it became their new reality.

An unreasonable amount of hatred that only continued to intensify as the years progressed.

*****

Late October, 1993

The day Cecillia Zabini introduced muggle anti-anxiety drugs, Beatrice Nott finally found peace.

She didn't hesitate much after the first offer, and she always kept coming back.

Sure, both sixteen year old girls had no true idea of what drug dependency was, but the tiny white pills always helped. Beatrice especially.

Because her mind, the mind that hadn't be able to stop thinking and thinking for fifteen years straight, was finally able to calm down under the power of a small muggle invention.

It was heaven, and Beatrice didn't want to get down from that high, ever.

It numbed her mind. It made the constant overwhelming sadness numb.

Beatrice Nott liked feeling numb.

If it was up to her, she wouldn't feel anything at all.

The news that Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban during the start of the summer holidays, had everyone scared out of their arses in the wizarding British community.

Beatrice was too high to actually give a fuck.

But she also knew that it was OWLs year, so she would need to find it in her to give a fuck about what was happening.