Betrayal [Fred Weasley]

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧SIXTH YEAR✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It had officially been six years since Calliope first got onto the mesmerising red train to Hogwarts, and not much had changed. She still focused hard on her studies, was still disregarded by her parents (probably because she was a girl), and still hated Fred Weasley. Their rivalry was completely different on either side. Calliope saw the red head as her sworn enemy, a boy whose only purpose in this world was to anger her, where as Fred seemed to see her as some sort of joke (a joke he hated but still a joke.) A jar full of dramatic reactions that he couldn't help but empty. He was much like her parents in that sense, they certainly viewed her as a joke, despite her straight O's and various attempts to impress them.

As she sat staring out of the window of said train on the way into her sixth year at the school, she thought of Fred and whether or not he would stop his torment this year. It's strange to think of their opposite houses as often, she secretly thinks they should be swapped with how much he teases her. She didn't think she even wanted to be on the quidditch team any longer, having to stare at his face during matches was too annoying.

"Callie?! Are you even listening?" Pansy asked from across the table they were sat at during their journey to Hogwarts.

Calliope kept true in her word in that she did not infact indulge in the sociality of school life, but also did not want to seem like a freak- so often spent time surrounded by her brother and his friends. Secretly though, she probably did consider the young witches and wizards friends by now.

"Yeah I just-" She started before being abruptly interrupted by said brother.

"Calliope is just in a mood because father took me to the world cup and not her." Draco smirked.

"And we all know how that ended." She muttered sternly to her brother before facing Pansy again, "I just can't stand another year of being the Weasley's test subject. Those immature boys won't ever stop, I fear."

"You mean Fred. Not the Weasley's" Theo countered, grinning like a child saying their first swear.

Calliope rolled her eyes at the name, "No I mean the Weasley's. Like, who bats a bludger at someone who isn't even near the quaffle?!"

Theo and Pansy shared a brief knowing smirk, "That was Fred, though. So was the puking pastilles, the bat bogarty hex, the potion spiking, the tic-"

Suddenly, as if his bloody ears were burning and handing him a compass, said twin appears, standing in the aisle with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. "Talking about me again Malfoy?" His ginger hair had grown significantly over the summer, around shoulder length, and as every year the sun had seemed to bring out more freckles than usual. Calliope also didn't fail to notice how much he had grown, he was always tall but she'd say he was atleast 6'2 by now, still fairly thin and lanky, but much larger all together.

She groaned in frustration of his presence, "No, actually. They were, not me. Don't stroke your ego too hard, Weasley. I don't want to catch anything if it exploded."

"Don't worry too much about me, darling, worry about what's coming next."

"I'm a prefect this year, Weasley. I'm untouchable." Calliope crossed her arms across her chest, seeming indimidating.

Fred let out a great laugh, "A few house points won't stop me, sweetheart. You should know that by now." He then continued his stroll through the train to wherever it was he was planning to go.

Calliope simply rolled her eyes, she gave up on trying to egg him on a long time ago, it was pointless. Maybe it made her seem weak, but she liked to believe she held the high ground in their dynamic. She had plans for the future, and she wouldn't let a silly little (well not so little anymore) boy get in her way of impressing her parents.