DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

fifty seven

With NEWTs fast approaching, and a new pushy letter coming from her mother every week, Dorothea began to spend the majority of her time in the library with Elvira. Since telling the witch about Fred, Elvira seemed less closed off towards Dorothea, more relaxed around the witch. Dorothea was glad, and in turn glad for Fred, who she had not spoken to properly since their kiss after the Hufflepuff party. She understood that Elvira wanted nothing to do with many of their housemates, particularly Ezra since post-Hogwarts, he would be on a muggleborn hunt, and so welcomed their rekindling because of Fred Weasley.

School was, for many people, utterly unbearable. Dolores Umbridge was getting increasingly powerful within Hogwarts, that was undeniable, and Dorothea couldn't help but feel that as Dolores' strength grew, so did her mother's. The investigation into Clementine Rosier was dropped two weeks in, stating insufficient evidence, and her mother had written an article the day after, for the Daily Prophet, once again blaming Harry Potter for fear-mongering. Something making her life particularly unbearable (as always), was Ezra. Instead of his focus on NEWTs, he had become obsessed with being apart of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad, and had become utterly convinced that some kind of army was being raised inside of Hogwarts. He'd spend his free periods sneaking around school with Draco and Theo, which Dorothea thought was utterly pathetic, stating that he didn't need to worry about NEWTs anyway, his future was secured. Dorothea supposed that that was true. 

One particular evening, the wizard found Dorothea in the library after curfew, where she had been spending much of her time, thanks to the library's extended hours due to NEWTs. Ezra stormed in looking miserable and Dorothea's heart fell, sighing as he sat down opposite her. 

"Missed them, again."

Dorothea rolled her eyes, she thought that this was pure delusion.

"So fucking annoying, it's Malfoy, he's useless-"

"Don't you think you should be focusing on your exams, Ezra? I'm surprised that Umbridge is encouraging you."

Ezra waved a dismissive hand, "my NEWTs mean fuck all, so do yours, Thea."

Dorothea frowned, "they don't mean fuck all to me."

"When are you ever going to use them again?"

"Well, a lot of jobs-"

Ezra laughed, clearly in an awful mood, and looked up at the ceiling, twisting his wand between his fingers. 

"You're not going to be doing a lot of jobs, Dorothea. You won't be doing any job that requires NEWTs."

"I might," she replied snappily.

"As your future husband," he said, sounding sarcastic, "I promise you that you won't. Your job is utilising your wandless magic."

"Torture," she said blankly. "You've said."

"More than that, Thea. You'll help him."

Dorothea's heart dropped a little, "what?"

"You're to train with him, at Easter. You're a new kind of magic he hasn't fought yet."

"What about my mother?"

Ezra shrugged, "you're stronger and you know it."

"I don't want to meet him," she said simply, sounding pathetic. "I won't."

"You have to, Dorothea. Lilith and Priscilla will be too. Even Draco and Theo, I hear. To get their marks."

Dorothea pushed back from the table a little, her chair screeching on the hard wooden floor, "I won't," she said again.