Wanna Be Saved

- THIRTY THREE-

Chapter Thirty Three
Molly Weasley's Meltdown

Four days had passed since the Weasley girls had returned home from school for the summer holidays. And in those four days Molly Weasley remained ignoring her eldest daughter. She would remain doing what she needed to do, making her food, doing her washing. But she refused to speak to her, look her in the eyes. Bronwyn thought this attitude and behaviour from her mother would leave her more upset than it was. Actually, she was almost happy that her mother had decided the way she was going to deal with the issue presented was just to turn her back and ignore. That was fine, Bronwyn was sure it was much better than the other options.

However, it would be upon the post arriving on day five of being home when things changed. As per usual, at breakfast when the owls arrived, something again arrived for Bronwyn. The teenaged girl had thought Blaise was kidding when he said he would write to her all the time, everyday if he could. But he seemed so far to be doing so. It probably did not help that Bronwyn was sending him inches and inches of parchment lamenting about her mother. There was a familiar black owl, one she had very quickly began to associate as one of the Zabini family owls, the bird also wearing a gold tag which bore the family crest. But before she could even be the one to take the attached letter off the bird's leg her mother beat her to it. Bronwyn paled instantly, unsure what her mum was going to do. Scared what she was going to read in there, after all the rant Bronwyn had gone on the night prior had been much longer than the ones she had previously been on. And she was sure Blaise was going to be responding to what she sent him for most if not all of the letter. After all, very little had happened in 24 hours since his last letter otherwise.

Bronwyn could only watch in horror as her mum opened the letter and began reading its content. She wanted to feel just anger for her mother opening her letters, for clearly doing something so obvious to evade her privacy. But all she could feel was pure dread, it was cold like ice. And it went from one hand to the other and plunged her into a lake. Her hands shook as her mum continued to read and read, the letter much longer than Bronwyn expected it to be. She found herself lucky that Molly Weasley could never conceal her emotions, they very quickly made themselves known upon her face. And that was how Bronwyn knew she was in deep deep trouble. But in this moment there was nothing she could do about it, she had to just sit and wait for her mother to do or say anything.

Bronwyn made eye contact with her sister sat opposite her at the table, Ginny giving the older girl a grimace. They both knew whatever reaction was coming, it was not going to be a good one. The younger girl nodding her head down to the gold bracelet worn upon the older girls wrist, a silent instruction that it might be required. But Bronwyn wasn't per se scared of her mother. Molly had never made an effort to physically harm her children in any way, she couldn't see that changing but she knew Bronwyn knew that the verbal lashing she was about to get. It would be one she would remember for the rest of her life. Regardless of how long it was.

"Bronwyn Louise Weasley." The tone Molly spoke with was the same one Bronwyn had heard over the years via form of Howler, only this time no magic was used to increase the volume or undertone of screaming. This was all natural.

"Yes Mum?" Bronwyn was hesitant with her response, unsure as to how she should even respond to what was being directed to her.

"What on earth do you call this?" Molly's voice remained raised.

"Private conversation between myself and my boyfriend." Bronwyn tried to excuse herself but she knew the more she was to speak the further she would bury herself in an open grave.

"Boyfriend? No daughter of mine will date someone of that kind?"

"What kind are you speaking of mum?" Bronwyn couldn't help herself her response was a question she was dying to know the answer of.