Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

28 - Jell-o's Fix Depression

TW - side-effects of depression, coping with depression, mentions of alcohol

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I woke to a tear-dampened pillow and the annoying sound of rocks hitting my window- wait. Rocks? Hitting a second story window? What the-

"y/n!" A voice came muffled through the glass. "y/n!" There it was again. "Open your window before I- ow! What was that for, Fred?!"

I practically fly out of my bed, racing to my window on quiet feet. Opening it, I shove my head out to see two heads of red hair. One with a tone of pebbles in his hand, and the other leaning against a tree with a hand raised ready to smack.

"George? Fred? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!"

Both twins looked up at me, George with a lopsided grin and Fred with a plain expression. 

"We've come to be your knights in shining armor. Uh... Minus the armor and the shining part." George cackled. 

I was so glad that my mother was at a pub and likely would be for the next few hours because the laugh that escaped me was loud and obnoxious. "What?!"

"Pack everything you can!" George grinned, waving for me to meet them on the ground.

"Not a chance am I gonna be able to pack-" I stop when Fred starts scaling the vine covered lattice. "Fred! What are you-" He pushes me away with a surprising amount of gentleness, then climbs into my room which was - in the nicest way possible - a pigsty. 

●Fred's POV●

Clothes were strewn about her floor and I had no way to differentiate between clean or dirty. The only clean ones that I could truly assume were clean was what was hung in her closet. A mess of books lay all across her dresser, each with dog-eared pages like she started reading, but couldn't continue. Then I brought my gaze to the walls. Everywhere were to-do lists, chore lists, and little colorful notes. I don't spare much of a glance, but I do notice a few of the little notes beside her bed. 

You are strong. 

You're worthy.

You're more than what mom makes you out to believe.

I think a tiny bit of my heart melted, but the other parts swelled with anger. This girl was so troubled by the one person who was supposed to guide her that she had to start leaving notes to herself just to remind herself that she was perfect in every way, shape, and form? A part of me just wanted to wrap her in a huge, but the other more logical part said absolutely not because we hate her. Or at least we think we do.

"What's taking so long- oh..." George's face fell when he made it up into her room. I always was the better climber.

I shoot him a tiny, almost imperceptible glare, then move to her closet, grabbing a suitcase. 

y/n sits on her bed, tucking her knees to her chest and looking borderline ashamed of the state her room was in. None of this was her fault. It was all circumstance and how she was coping. Yet from this angle, she looked like she was about to cry. 

I was glad that I came prepared. 

After I set he suitcase on her bed, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wands. It was bloody brilliant for at home pranks now that Georgie and I can use magic outside of Hogwarts. y/n could too, but I'm guessing her mother wouldn't allow such a thing. I point it at her lap and summon this new muggle food I found. It's a tiny thing called a jell-o. I had overheard y/n telling Ron about them maybe a year ago, saying she always ate them when she was sad. 

Her eyes widen for a moment before a barely noticeable smile pulls at her lips. 

I don't look back at her as I start putting some clothes in the suitcase. We could always get more for her later, I'm sure. Plus, all of these look a size too small. I then grab her wand, a book I know she likes, and some other little things she'd need for when the school season starts. 

"Are there things with sentimental value I should pack?" I looked up at her to see the snack gone and her eyes trained on my hands. George seems to have made himself comfortable on her bed.

"Erm..." She stands and starts grabbing a few things. A locket on her bedside table, a tiny blanket which looked as old as she, a framed picture of herself taken with Collin Creevey's camera, and a small stuffed bear. The picture was what stuck out the most though. I'm awestruck by it because I remember when that picture was taken. She was in the library, nestled into one of the dormer windows with a book in hand because she was studying for a charms quiz. What no one knows is that I was behind Collin when he took the photo, in awe of how the golden rays of sun hit her skin. 

Beautiful...

I managed to fit all of the things she grabbed into the suitcase, then zipped it up. 

She should never have to enter this house again...

"y/n," I began, "Can I ask you something?"

She looked over at me and nodded. 

"If you never had to see this place again, what would you do?" I couldn't believe that I was suggesting this. What is wrong with me?

"I would... I would be sad for a bit... But then I'd know that it was better for me to leave. Why do you ask?"

I shrug, trying to play it off but the smirk that George was giving me from behind y/n told me that he knew and would absolutely tease me about it later. "No reason."

"Hey Munchkin. Ready to go?" George slung a friendly arm around her.

"Go where?"

"Our summer home, of course!" He cackled and tied a blindfold around her head. 

I chuckled and shook my head. George was such a menace. Granted, I was no better. Probably worse, actually.

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A/N - It's just a little chapter, but I think it's SO cute! I love this one!

Until next time, Darlings! Xxx