Antidepressant {Fred Weasley}

6 - Atelophobia

I made a Fred aesthetic! I'm so excited :) (you probably won't understand all of it until chapter 11 but oh whale)

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A few more minutes of lunch pass with me regaining my dignity and Jeanie staring apprehensively in Fred's direction. While Olivia urges me to eat something, Chloe voices her internal battle whether or not she should go up to George.

"Olivia, you have a boyfriend," Chloe suddenly states.

Olivia glances up from the chips she's piling on my plate. "Yes, wonderful observation."

"That means you're good with these things, yeah?"

"I suppose."

"Should I go up to him?"

Olivia shrugs. "Sure."

"Has anyone ever told you your terribly indecisive?" I say to Chloe with ennui clear in my voice.

She huffs. "Yeah, you just about every day of my bloody life."

"How's about we all vote. All in favor of her going up to the bloke?" We all raise our hand and Chloe brightens up.

"Yeah, you think?"

We collectively groan, and she smiles. "All right, all right, I'll do it!"

She goes to stand up, but Olivia makes a sort of a giggle-snort as her and Jeanie's attention goes behind us. Chloe and I, curious, turn around and I nearly have a heart attack when I see a twin standing inches away from us, crouched so his head is between ours. At first I'm terrified that it's Fred, but I'm relived to see it's the other twin.

"Hello, ladies. Have I missed the vote?"

Chloe turns a cute pink while Jeanie and Olivia laugh. The corners of my mouth twitch slightly.

"Sorry, darling, you've missed it by a few seconds," Chloe replies, attempting to be nonchalant, but anyone can tell how tense and embarrassed she really is.

George tisks. "Pity. Suppose my vote wouldn't matter anyway. It would be one against three, seeing as the bloke himself would prefer to go up to you."

The other girls are in uncontrollable fits, but they stand up.

"Perhaps we should leave?" Olivia says innocently.

Jeanie nods. "Indeed. Come on then, Laney."

I suddenly realize I haven't gotten my note yet and wonder if I'm suppose to stay and wait. "I... um..."

Before I can spew a lame excuse, an origami crane no bigger than a golf ball flutters over and lands gracefully in front of me. The three girls, attention away from George and now on the note, eye the small bird. They all make a leap for it, but I snatch it and shove it down the front of my shirt before any cant lay a finger on it.

"Ha," I say as if I won, but I feel my face heating up as George's laugh rings in one ear, and Fred's in the other.

I take a step away from the table and inch away from them. "I'll be leaving now, goodbye."

"You think we're not scared to go there? Right here?" Chloe says tauntingly.

My eyes go big as my steps away become larger, I'm sure I look as though I'm about to face death.

"Give us that boob paper!" Olivia yells, crawling under the table, Jeanie close behind. Chloe is already inching to me.

"See that, Fred?" George says in exasperation, "Already upstaging me!"

The three girls swivel their head to George.

"It's from Fred?" Olivia says with a sparkle in her eye.

George bites down a laugh. "Oops. I don't think I was suppose to disclose that information."

I take this as my chance to dart out the Hall, running as fast as my legs can take me. It's a bit extreme, I'm aware, but drastic times call for drastic measures. As I run, the calls of my three friends become distant, until I turn a final corner and lock myself in the empty classroom. When the door is slammed shut, I lean against it and gasp for breath. I fall on the ground, clutching my heart for a few moments.

I pull the note out the front of my sweater and groan when I realize it's squashed and practically dripping with sweat. A small part of me hoped to keep it in tact as a souvenir to play with later. Just as I'm frowning at the crumpled bird, however, the sweat evaporates, and it flourishes back to its original state. It flutters out my hand for a moment, and drops back down once it's circled the room. I unfold it, careful not to rip anything.

It's really late when I'm writing this. I don't know why I'm still up actually. I'm actually really nervous about all this. Maybe you won't laugh. Maybe you won't smile. But, if you got this far, I suppose I've done something right.

Anyway, I found this line in one of my sisters' books a while ago (I was looking for a journal for future blackmail) and I found this quote I really liked.

'But there is so much to smile about, so why waste your time wiping down those tears.'

It's by some Muggle named Robert M. Drake.

And it's kind of like you.

Anyway, you probably think I'm a totally lame guy because I just quoted poetry to you. And then your friends will know because I'll be giving this to you at lunch and they're totally going to chase you down once they see it.

Well, this is the last note. (Bummer!) But now it's time for the surprise! Well, almost. I have one final request. Please accompany this painfully average bloke on an adventure. I'll be waiting in the common room at five. (Dress warm!)

Also, if you'd rather not, that's fine. Just save me the embarrassment by tearing this up and act like it never happened.

So, hopefully see you at five,

Fred Weasley