Collision - Fred Weasley

Chapter fifteen

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The group walked through the school corridors in a hurry, Lyra in first row, with flared nostrils and an angry expression written across her face.

"You're not really going to fight her, are you?" Astoria called out to Lyra, who shot her an unreadable glare.

"Why wouldn't she, Angelina practically embarrassed her infront half of the school." Daphne smirked,  her eyes thrilling with excitement. She had always loved a taste of drama.

"Daphne's right, you're not gonna let her call you out like that, without doing anything, right?" Theodore added as they swung a corner.

Lyra sighed in frustration before replying. "If I fight her, it will look like we're fighting over Fred, I can't have that." 

"No it won't, it'll look like you're a fierce and independent Slytherin, who nobody wants to have bad ties with." Blaise teased over-dramatically, smirking slyly.

"Yeah, and I suppose that's the best rumour to have about yourself." Lyra rolled her eyes.

"It's not the worst?" Draco chimed in. He has his own way of shining through when needed, but Lyra really didn't need any of their opinions right now.

"Angelina is blinded by love and jealousy, she didn't know what she was saying, I'm certain of it. If anything, she's probably in her dorm right now, crying into her pillow." Lyra said.

"And your blinded by hate and stubbornness!" Theodore suddenly spat out, placing a rough hand on his friends shoulder, making her stop in her tracks, along with her other friends.

"If you really want Fred to ignore you for the rest of your life, maybe the only way to do so is to beat up his friend, or girlfriend, or whatever she is to him." Theodore tells Lyra, but she can't tell if he's being genuine, or if this is some sort of pathetic way to get her to fight Angelina, for his enjoyment.

"Isn't it Fred you should beat up instead?" Astoria mutters nervously, earning a dull slap in the head from Daphne. 

"No, no. I refuse to do it, but if she as much as stare in my direction, with some kind of smug look, I will beat the fuck out of her."

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Later that same evening, Lyra was in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by her friends. 

The atmosphere was lighter now, Draco was recounting some incident involving a first-year who'd nearly hexed themselves in Charms, and Pansy and Blaise were stifling giggles at the thought of it.

Lyra was laughing too, until the door to the common room slammed open with a loud bang.

Everyone's heads turned in rhythm, and there, standing in the doorway, was Astoria. Her face streaked with tears, and her shirt completely soaked through. The fabric clung to her skin, transparent and wet, and her face was a mixture of humiliation and anger.

Lyra was on her feet instantly. "Astoria, what happened?" she demanded, crossing the room to her friend.

Astoria was trembling, her sobs barely contained as she stumbled into the room. Pansy and Daphne rushed to her side, throwing blankets around her shoulders while Draco gave her his warm tea which he was sipping on earlier. 

"It was—" she started, her voice shaking. "It was Angelina's friends. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. They cornered me after I had been in the library and dumped water all over me. Said I should tell my 'Slytherin friend' to stay away from Fred or else."