QUIET ,, fred w.

xiii.

it had been a little over a week since the incident. school had gradually returned back to it's normalcy—if it was ever truly normal—and so had the majority of her relationships. the only two differences were her growing relationships with daphne and her father. and... okay, she lied. maybe there were three differences. her relationship with fred had become strained. of course, fred had frequently made attempts to talk to her. she felt terrible, every time the same deal as she would brush him off with an excuse. it was even worse timing as the end of school began settling over her. there was practically no time to fix their relationship.

speaking of daphne, y/n was currently headed to a study session in the library with her. she strongly remembers how much she hated studying, but daphne championed her with a compliment, saying something along the lines of "how much more relaxed I [she] would be with me [y/n] there".

y/n entered the library with a couple books tucked into the crook of her arm. her hair was slung into a tight ponytail, her bangs bouncing softly against her cheek as she walked to the back of the library. a nervous habit came over her as she neared the room,
a finger tucking her bangs back behind her hair (it was useless, the bangs were too short and would sinply fall back out).

daphne was slouched against one of the leather chairs in the studying room, her head thrown back. brown littered the room with all the wooden furniture scattered among the rows of shelves. the gaping room was fairly empty other than a couple of students with their noses stuffed into books.

she dropped her books onto the table and pulled it closer to daphne's chair. then she swung another chair around, plopping down onto it. the sound caused daphne to open her eyes and sit up.

"hey," she smiled, tilting her head at y/n. y/n's eyes wandered over her face, and she subconsciously let a smile peak through.

"hi," y/n said. there was a bit of an awkward pause, as if y/n had never talked to daphne before, but then she was clearing her throat and reaching for a book. "where are we starting?"

the response she received was a simple, loose shrug. "got any ideas?" daphne asked. y/n almost frowned, surprised. had they not made study plans for daphne's work?

she cleared her throat, flipping the book open to a random page. transfiguration, it read. a soft sigh emitted from y/n's lips as they parted. she despised transfiguration. not because she was picky. she wasn't picky.

not picky-picky, but maybe a little picky.

"transfiguration," she grumbled. her eyes flickered to pick up daphne's, and the blonde rolled her eyes in turn.

"gross, but I guess." daphne tore her gaze away from y/n, leaning to the side to pull out a paper and pencil. "you know," she started with a chuckle, "this is gonna get boring so quick. like you're awesome and all, but jeez, we haven't even started and I want to roll over dead."

y/n managed a brief smile, curtly nodding as she skimmed through the text. she pretended not to hear daphne when she said, this is gonna get boring so quick, pretending that daphne was still excited to be with her presence. but if daphne truly had not wanted to-

she stopped herself, nibbling on her lower lip as her shoulder brushed against daphne's, her chair bumping into the table. if y/n was expecting some sort of giggly feeling in her gut, its not what she got. "merlin," she muttered to herself. daphne caught on and laughed aloud. too loud, but y/n pretended not to notice.

"merlin is right. there are so many pages," she huffed, leaning over y/n to turn a few pages until the next chapter. "carry on," daphne whined, defeatedly slumping back into the chair. y/n cleared her throat, lightening the mood with a soft joke.