noticed ⇀ fred weasley

and they were roommates

"Mommy, what are you doing?"

"You'll understand when you're older, sweetie. This is called magic."

"I want to try!"

"You will, someday. I'll be here with you every step of the way."

I sat on the kitchen floor in awe as my mother mixed the cookie dough without lifting a finger. No really, the dough was being mixed on its own, no strings attached. For a young girl like me, it was easy to believe it was real. I sat and watched as my mother hummed, grinning cheekily as she poured chocolate chips into the mixing bowl.

The smell of brown sugar and chocolate filled my nostrils, and I smiled happily as I sat contently and listened to her hum.

"Mommy," I looked up at her longingly. She held the mixing spoon in her right hand as she stopped and glanced down at me.

"Do-" I was about to ask a question, but the words didn't leave my mouth. A panic filled my chest as I reached up to my mouth, my heart dropping as I felt it sealed shut. I tried to scream, but it was no use. I stood there silently and helplessly as the scene faded into my father, who was nonetheless screaming at me. My eyes widened in shock and my throat grew dry as I found myself on the floor of our living room, tears streaking my face.

"Magic isn't and will never be real, Willow! You're just listening to your mother's stupid fantasies, she's dead and she isn't coming back! If magic was real, then why isn't she still with us?!"

I sat there with hot, salty tears streaming down my cheeks as my own father broke down in front of me. I didn't know what else to say, it was hard to speak when our relationship was crumbling in front of my very own eyes.

My mouth still felt as if it was sewn shut, I was as helpless as I had been that night with my mother. I felt a hard slap sting my cheek, the blow knocking my face to the side. I stared at the ground, tears pricking my eyes as I felt incapable of facing my father.

It felt like I had been sitting there for hours, doing nothing but cry and listen to my father scream - until I felt a blinding light snap me from my senses.

"Rise and shine, Willow!"

I groaned and pulled the blanket I had been sleeping under over my face to conceal it from the light that shone through the curtains that Hermione had just pulled back. I felt the blanket being ripped from my clutches, and I instinctively covered my eyes to block them from the sunshine.

"Just five more minutes," I mumbled. Ginny and Hermione began to laugh, and then said, "But it's the Quidditch Cup today!"

And just like that, I sprung out of my bed. I felt a rush of adrenaline ignite like a flame, and I wildly tore through my luggage to find something to wear. My heart was racing with excitement as I picked out a comfortable woolen sweater and jeans. I tied a ribbon through my hair and Ginny lent me some mascara, and then I felt perfect. This was going to be the perfect couple of days, even if the Cup was on a Monday of all days.

I usually hated Mondays, they were so far before Friday and they seemed to last for ages; However, they were starting to grow on me. After all, a long day with the Weasleys was one of the best days you could possibly have.

(Fun fact - The Quidditch World Cup was actually held on a Monday, Ron's letter addressed to Harry in the book states to meet on Sunday night! I found that detail cool so I thought I'd incorporate it into my writing. I also changed the story a bit from the original - instead of the Weasleys picking Harry up on Sunday night, they had already met at the Burrow.)