❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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FRED WEASLEY WAS ALMOST 90 percent sure that he was the last person to notice just how closed off his girlfriend had become within the span of a few days. He always prided himself on being rather observant – especially when it came to laying out the perfect prank – but it was certainly eye-opening to find out for himself that the first official meeting between Rebecca and Artemis hadn't gone as well as he originally had hoped. And in complete honesty, he didn't really know how to handle the situation he had come across. His own family, while sometimes annoying and mean and judgmental, were still there for him at the end of each day. There was never really a time that he had felt alone – overlooked and overshadowed, sure – but he had never felt lonely.
And it's where he knew he differed from Rebecca. Loneliness was all she knew. Four-walled isolation and self-preservation was the groundwork for her childhood – if he could call it even that. Fred knew that Roan did his best to be there, and same goes for both Cedric and Adrienne, and even that odd early child-friendship with Draco Malfoy that she had. But he didn't think any of them knew Rebecca inside and out. Didn't know her truly or down to the core, her as values and morals and ethics. Perhaps they had a good idea, he did as well, but Fred wanted more. She was still an incomplete puzzle, and he wanted to solve the mystery.
But she had closed herself off again after the day away from Grimmauld Place, she returned as a locked vault and she had hidden the key. Cowering back into shadows and icing herself out of light and interactions, just like she remembered. She reverted to just a few years prior – safety in a dark corner and on her lonesome. Though it didn't stop him from being at her side. Fred had taken to finishing up blueprints, writing order forms, scanning ads in newspapers, re-reading rather boring novels that sounded better in her words than in his head – he did it all, waiting for her to come back into reality and finally utter a word to him than from staring up at the four-poster canopy above their heads.
And it's exactly how Fred had found her, yet again, after speaking with George about their plans for the next day. Rebecca hadn't even shifted her gaze a fraction of an inch at his entrance, her sight still far-off and bleary and slightly inclined as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. Setting the plate of lunch and newly-delivered envelope on the side-table, Fred was peeling off his jacket to toss onto the ground before he was crawling onto the opposite side of the bed and collapsing into the soft mattress with a small breath.
"Remus made you lunch today," He murmured, staring at the side of her face as he tucked a hand under his head, rolling onto his side, "he wants you to come down for supper later too."
"He said that Andromeda was asking about you as well," Fred continued slowly, trying to pinpoint a single change in her features as he continued talking, "she and Ted want you to visit and stay for the remainder of the holiday with them," He added with a meek smile, "luckily for me, it's only a few extra days. So I won't be without you for so long."
