Starlight - Fred Weasley

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Scotland, United Kingdom

September, 1995

"COME ON FRED. ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS?"

The entire walk up to the Gryffindor common room last night and the entire walk down to the Great hall this morning, the twins hadn't stopped talking about ways to age themselves up. 

And it was driving Astra crazy. 

"If Dumbledore has gone and put an age limit on the tournament, there's got to be a good reason. What about what he said about the death toll?"

Fred merely waved her concerns away. "It's probably just to scare us." 

Astra looked at him with a deadpan expression and went back to her pancakes. "I give up."

It was then Angelina appeared, handing her timetables to Astra who hummed as she scanned it.

"Charms then Herbology.."

Astra grimaced at her best friend's eye roll. "Then after lunch DA, free period, and then Potions before dinner."

The twins grinned sympathetically at her disgust. "You chose it."

Astra only mimicked them in response and continued her timetable. "And Astronomy at midnight."

"Charm is tomorrow morning and Friday as well." Fred scanned his own one, being in the same classes bar Astronomy and potions. 

"Good." Astra commented before she felt arms around her and a familiar voice that made her immediately scowl.

"Hey baby." Taylor Reed's lips felt slimy as they kissed her cheek. Astra stiffened as she glanced at Angelina opposite who glared at Taylor. 

"What's up?" Taylor chuckled as she turned to face him, a stoic expression on her face. 

"'What's up?' Um, I could've died and you can't respond to an owl? Or maybe the fact that you weren't to France for a month and didn't owl me at all? Or-or maybe the fact that you said you loved me then went and slept with a French girl."

The entire hall was silent by this point and Taylor had gone rather pale, numerous small groups whispering to each other on each of the four tables. Even Professors Sprout and Flitwick were muttering from the Teachers table, as Professor McGonagall rose but didn't say anything. 

"Well?!" Lee demanded with a wicked grin as Astra slammed the letter into his chest. 

"It's all there. That poor girl Camille. She felt horrible and I told her she shouldn't because it's not our fault. It's yours, the sad fact is that you really thought you could screw me over like that." Astra said calmly.

"If you hadn't guessed. We're very much done, stay away from me, stay away from my friends, and just go away in general."

Taylor hadn't spoken in this time and merely laughed, like it was a joke.