𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

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Dear Rebekah.

I am understanding your frustration with who've Minerva has paired you with but that is out of my hands. You've always spoke to me about being prefect and now you have it.

Do as she asks, it'll make your life easy and simple. Just do not get to comfortable associating with that Weasley boy or the likes of him. In fact, if it has nothing to do with what Minerva asked of you than don't even think about him. You have always been a bright girl and I've taught you right from wrong.

Make me proud.
From, father.
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Even after reading my father's letter for the hundredth I still don't understand why some uncomfortableness settled inside my stomach when my eyes looked over that last paragraph.
What would make him think that I already did not know not to create an friendship with Ron?

"Your supposed to be watching, Moons." Boredom rested in Ron's voice as he spoke, throwing an ball of spark into the air before catching it. "Not reading whatever it is that you've been reading for the past hour."

"If you were watching your correct surroundings, Weasley. You wouldn't even have known that I was reading." I mumble, actually keeping my eyes on the paper.

My fathers words continue to leave me clueless--it offended me that he'd even think I'd consider getting entangled with an blood traitor because I wouldn't. No matter how non bad looking my mind thought he was.

"Why does everything always have to be a argument with you?" He shoots back with a gruff sound. Ron's the one that always made the decision to start with me, he's the one that craves an argument surely not me.

"Because you trigger my flight or fight."

No Gryffindor, not even Granger, got underneath my skin as much as Ron did. Honestly it's like nothing that I do surpasses his standards and he doesn't have a problem allowing me to know that.

Which I don't even know why I really care because I'm sure no one passes those stupid standards expect for Hermione. Well, more importantly I didn't care because it's Ron I'm talking about and he's a blood traitor.

"Yea well you trigger mine." I shrugged at Ron's words and just continued looking at the letter with a small pout. Something deep inside my body is a tad bit disappointed when he fails to say something slick back to me.

Silence falls onto us as the only sound I can hear was the breeze of the wind. Ironic how I thought that I could sneak out to the forbidden lake way after school hours but I'm stuck here. Being here was irrelevant because there was no death eaters that's going to sneak into school.

Additionally as bad as it may sound I'm extremely sure that if something revolving death eaters were to happen at Hogwarts I would be aware. I also wouldn't throw myself in the crossover for Hogwarts maybe for Theo
and Blaise but definitely not for Hogwarts.

When I glance up I'd completely caught off guard when Ron's standing in my personal space with his dark eyebrows furrowed. I'm
confused until I realize that he's been nagging me about my letter this entire time.

As soon that realization hits me I go to yank the parchment behind my back but he's quick and snatched it out of my hands. An loud yelp escaped my lips and my fist balled up, quickly following behind him as he walked off.