𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

I softly hummed the lyrics to a muggle song while sitting against an tree in the courtyard.
Bright starts paint the beautiful night sky and shined onto my skin, telling an important story that I was yet to understand.

The quietness of the courtyard was comforting. Everyone had been in the great hall, eating dinner but I was not hungry. Well the only thing that I was craving was a bread roll, which laid on my lap aside my crystal reading book.

Bringing the half eaten roll up to my lips I paused when I hear leaves loudly crunching
underneath someone's feet. "Weasley... what do you wa--?"

"Eight days." He abruptly interrupted me. Ron's voice was filled with annoyance and aggression which startled me. "Moons, you've been skipping out on patrolling for eight days."

Avoiding all the problems in my life was a lucky skill that I've gained while being alive. And when I realize that most of my problems are rooting from Ron and his stupid actions I made the decision to avoid him.

Nothing terrifying is going to happen to Hogwarts anytime soon, which is why I see no point with the both of us patrolling the wing. Mainly, I didn't want to risk having what had happen before the game happen again.

"Being a prefect comes with responsibility. Rebekah you can't just decide when your not going to do your part."

So he finally doesn't have his girlfriend attached to his damn side and wants too slander me? Every time I turn to look at him he's got his tongue down her mouth.

"Don't anger me, Weasley." I mumble.

"Well you've already angered me." He aggressively said and I'm token back. Why is Ron talking like I did something wrong? Ron kissed me not the other way around.

His following oblivious question fueled my anger more. "What's your problem Moons?" He seriously did not ask that stupid question; Ron lacks common sense but not much to not understand what's off about me.

Ron knew how wrong that was -- My eyes finally leave the large book in front of me,
taking another bite from my bread I scoffed. Wishing that he'd just leave me alone right now I take another small bite from the appetizer.

The end of the semester was in one week, hopefully Mcgonagal has a change of heart during the break and decides that we don't need to keep doing this. I'll continue holding out on guarding until then.

Tiny specs of snow was scattered in Ron's flaming hair, the tip of his nose and cheeks were taking a pink color. It's snowing outside and though I was a little cold, I didn't look half as cold as he did right now.

"Is it about me kissing you?"

Was my spark of distastefulness about him kissing me? I searched the back and front of my head in search for that answer. Me and my brain cells approached the conclusion that that was not the reason I was frustrated.

That should be the reason though -- not a harsh feeling of jealousy. Him putting his lips against mine abruptly should be the reason I was so angry with Ron. But that was not the reason behind my rooted problem and I didn't have the strength to lie and say that it was.

"Better be quiet..." I taunted, smirking to myself at my next words. "Brown might pop up out of no where and hear that, then she'll want to fight me for her precious Wan Wan."

He frowned at me emphasizing Lavenders possessiveness over him. Disgust sinked in onto my tongue at me calling him her's also. Ron wasn't mine but he surely wasn't hers in any sort of way -- I think I'd be sick if he was.

Something dubious was behind Ron's eyes while he stared down at me. A sudden change in the snowy wind occurred, the wind picks up and blows much harder. Shivers slide down the crook of my spine and I get nervous.