sapphire || fred weasley

ninety-seven

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

Late March, 1996

"I just understand why all of a sudden, you don't want to tutor me anymore!" Fred whisper yelled as he followed Beatrice around in the library.

She was tired, too tired.

Beatrice had reached a level of exhaustion she never knew the human body could reach.

Exactly three weeks had passed by since she decided to terminate the pregnancy she didn't know existed with McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey's aid.

Two months had gone by since Theo's first overdose, which followed by his second one not long after.

Studying for her NEWTs was slowly driving her insane.

Maintaining her and Aster's affair a secret was draining the little sanity that remained.

The little sanity that Fred fucking Weasley always ripped away from her.

She had tried to stay clean, she really tried after taking the abortive potion McGonagall managed to illegally sneak in for her.

But Beatrice was weak. She couldn't handle it.

She couldn't handle her mind being so loud and the sadness bearing her down.

Sinking her slowly until nothing but water prevailed in her exhausted lungs.

She was tired of fighting the current. She needed her pills.

So after relapsing in the bathroom of the Ravenclaw common room, Beatrice decided that if she were to remain sane enough to finish school, then two things needed to be done.

First, having steady doses of the anxiety calming muggle pills Cecilia got for her.

And two, letting Fred go.

So by all means, she had to come up with an excuse as to why she were to stop their tutoring sessions effective immediately.

She would never admit it to anyone, and not Fred out of all people, but she had grown to enjoy his company in the past two or so months. The incessant bicker that no longer turned into exploding fights full of rage from both parties.

But she needed to preserve what was still left in her before she went completely insane. So he had to take the fall.

"Do you want to take your NEWTs Fred?" Beatrice asked with her back turned to him as she picked some books in magical creatures to study.

"No," Fred scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Exactly my point," she hummed in the monotone voice she had been using on him since she first broke in the news. "I'm wasting my time with you. Free time that I took out of my very busy schedule to help you out when you don't even plan on using the help I gave you."

"That makes no fucking sense!" Fred protested with a hiss.

"It fucking does," she shrugged carelessly and levitated the books she chose back to her table. "You don't care about school and I do. I'll be taking my NEWTs and I need to focus on me, not in some fucking lost case like you are."

"A lost cause," Fred came to a halt in front of her as they reached the table they had spent years studying on. His eyes flashed with a quick glance of what she assumed to be hurt, followed by turning darker from anger. "Wow."