sapphire || fred weasley

ninety-five

Beatrice passed her OWLs with flying colors.

With the extra classes Professor Lupin gave her, she had managed to get an E in the subject she struggled with the most.

His parting wounded her deeply. Remus Lupin was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Hogwarts had ever seen.

And Fred, Fred managed to score four OWLs. One of them being Herbology, which would have never been possible if not for her.

The not so lighthearted teasing and taunting from his part and directed towards her, it never stopped.

But since his grades had lifted, McGonagall wrote the letter and Beatrice was able to spend most of her summer holidays in Romania learning more and more about wandlore.

Then and there she decided what she would do after her seventh year. Travel everywhere.

She remembered the conversation with Aster from a couple years back, but she had her mind set on it.

All she needed now was to be done with her last two years and be free to travel and learn about wands for as long as she wanted to.

She only hoped that nothing would get in her way to her freedom.

The freedom she had been longing since she was able to create any memories.

*****

Late November, 1994.

After all the excitement of the Triwizard Tournament's first task, Hogwarts seemed to have gone into a frenzy.

Cedric had done brilliantly, Beatrice knew that much.

The Hufflepuffs joined by the Slytherins and a couple of Ravenclaws had thrown a grand party for Cedric to celebrate his success.

There was loud music, alcohol flowing steadily and overall, everyone was having a great time.

No Gryffindors allowed added to that great time, or at least Beatrice thought so.

And speaking of a certain redhead Gryffindor, Beatrice couldn't seem to get rid of it.

McGonagall pulled the two of them away for a chat the very first day back.

If Beatrice continued to tutor Fred in Herbology and make sure that his grade wouldn't drop, she would send another recommendation letter to a different wandlore academy in Spain.

And if Fred accepted the help, McGonagall would set him and George up with renowned businessmen to help kickstart the financing of his dream joke shop.

So begrudgingly, both Fred and Beatrice agreed. The offers were too good to decline anyway.

So every Thursday night after dinner, the two of them met up at a specific table on a secluded corner of the library from eight to ten o'clock.

Some nights were better than others.

Others were absolute hell, filled with bickering and cruel words thrown from both ends.