DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

twenty seven

Camille Rosier managed to ignore her cousin for a few weeks, furious with how she had turned Slytherin against her, and embarrassed at Dorothea's show of powerful magic. But a letter from her mother meant that speaking to the witch was no longer avoidable. "Dorothea," she called out to her cousin in the courtyard one morning.

"Camille," the witch replied curtly.

The French witch rolled her eyes, looking at Dorothea sometimes felt like looking in a mirror. 

"Read this."

My darling Camille,

I miss you dearly, having you for Easter was wonderful and I know that Auntie Clementine loved seeing you. We've been speaking about the next of the school year, and I'm requesting your presence early, before term ends. I do hate to drag you away from Hogwarts and Dorothea, but I implore you to return. I do not wish for you to attend the final of the Triwizard Tournament, I need you home. Write to me confirming this and I shall have Clementine speak to Professor Dumbledore about arranging an early departure. 

All my love.

"What are you thinking?" Camille asked quietly, watching her cousin chew her lip and reread the letter several times.

"I think it feels strangely reminiscent of my mother when she tried to dissuade me from attending the world cup. And we know how that ended." Dorothea replied, an anxious pit in her stomach, putting aside the awkwardness of her falling out with Camille and handing her cousin back the letter.

Camille's mouth fell open a little, "you don't think they're..."

"No," Dorothea said suddenly. "They wouldn't know about any of that, besides, my mother wasn't even questioned following it-"

The other witch raised an eyebrow, "I mean, Thea, come on, we know our family is-"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"What do I do?" Camille asked.

"Listen to your mother is my advice," Dorothea sighed. "Not like you've got many friends left here anyway," she said spitefully. "No one would miss you, I think."

"I wonder if Clementine will send you the same letter," Camille said, ignoring the hostility and harsh words.

Dorothea shrugged and turned away from her cousin who spoke again, "Ezra's looking for you, by the way. He's in the great hall."

The witch sighed, her head hurt, but she knew that she would inevitably have to face whatever fallout had occurred from the party the night before sooner or later. On her way to find the boy, she passed Fred Weasley walking with Angelina Johnson. The wizard met her eye and nodded slightly, acknowledging her, even with Angelina's eyes harshly set on his face.

"Looks like your boyfriend's been causing problems, Rosier," the witch said spitefully, referring to Ezra and Adrian's argument.

Fred stepped away from her slightly, "don't, Ang."

"Pucey snitched that Nott started a fight, might lose his prefects badge."

Dorothea ignored the girl and kept walking, passing Adrian and Leila sat in an alcove, not missing the wizard's swollen, purple eye. Ezra was sat with Elvira in the great hall, with his head in his hands, the witch had a comforting hand on his back, meeting Dorothea's eye and gesturing her over.

Ezra's jaw was bruised but he didn't seem to care, turning his attention completely to the blonde witch as she sat opposite him.

"Thea," he began, reaching out for her hand across the table, "I am so sorry. I was drunk, I-"