DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

eighty two

Fred and George sat silently in the Burrow's living room, pondering how on earth to face Oliver Wood. Neither twin spoke for a while, Fred sat with his forehead resting in his palm, pulling at a piece of loose string on the arm chair. George was staring glumly at the Daily Prophet, of which Elvira took up the front page.

Latest muggleborn death, it read.

George sighed at the words, that's all Elvira was to most, he supposed. It didn't mention that she was a new recruit of the order. It didn't mention anything about her, really. Someone from school had given quotes about how she and Dorothea had been "inseparable." The murderer wasn't named, but Dorothea Rosier was heavily implied. 

"We ought to go," George said eventually, breaking the tense silence and looking at his brother.

Fred's eyes met weary ones, "I can't."

"We have to, Freddie. You know we do."

"What on earth can we possibly say to him?"

"Showing up and saying nothing at all is better than nothing, there's not going to be much comfort we can offer, obviously."

"He's not reached out to us, how do we know he wants to see us?"

"We're grieving too, Freddie. We loved her too. We have to be with each other. We spent the entirety of last summer together."

"And with Dorothea," Fred muttered.

George nodded, "yeah, and I wish she could be with us, to be honest-"

"That ship sailed when we refused to help her."

"We didn't refuse, the Order did."

"We still could have said something," he said quietly.

"Hindsight's a bitch."

"Yup."

"I wish Thea could be with us too, she was apart of us last summer. All of the best memories of Elvira are with Dorothea too."

Fred cracked a sad smile, "if it weren't for Vira we'd still hate her."

"Yeah, I guess realising that someone as lovely as Elvira could love Dorothea made her seem a lot more tolerable."

"She was the loveliest," Fred agreed. "Remember Ollie pining over her, fucking hell. When Vira was all over Cedric."

George laughed but his face fell a little more at the reminder of Cedric Diggory, another friend lost. 

"It's weird that we're so young still but people all around us are dying. Two of our best friends."

Fred nodded but said nothing, his heart twisting as he imagined Elvira's final moments. 

"We lost Dorothea too, I suppose. You and Vi more than anyone."

"Dorothea said she left to protect Elvira, I'm not sure I lost her for anything anymore."

"Well, it's better to know there was a reason, right?"

Fred sighed, he hated talking about her. Instead, he opted to ignore George's question and stood up, "come on, mate," he said, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Oliver Wood was pacing around the small living room in Elvira's safe house, Camille Rosier rolling her eyes at him as he fretted.

"They're my best mates, how can I tell this lie, I'm no actor-"

Camille sighed and threw her head back against the back of the armchair, she smiled sarcastically between the couple, "I can kill her for real, if you'd like."