Late Night Surprise
The Three Broomsticks was warm, loud, and packed to the brim with students taking full advantage of their Hogsmeade visit.
Calli, however, was quite content.
She sat across from Fred Weasley, fingers curled around a mug of butterbeer, the sweet warmth seeping into her hands.
This was nice.
Calm.
Normal.
Well, it would have been.
If Ron hadn't plopped down at their table.
Oblivious.
Fred was currently glaring holes into the side of Ron's head instead of drinking his butterbeer.
His eye twitched.
"Ronald." He said flatly.
"Fred." Ron replied just as miserably, slumping into the seat like his bones had given up.
Fred leaned forward slightly, voice dropping.
"I will blast your nose right off your face if you don't-"
"Fred." Calli sighed, already pinching the bridge of her nose.
She glanced at Ron properly.
He looked awful.
Not physically but defeated.
Shoulders slumped. Eyes dull. Entire existence radiating misery.
Calli exhaled.
"Let him be." She muttered.
Fred turned to her in disbelief.
"Calli!"
"He looks like a kicked pup." She added under her breath.
Ron didn't even react.
Fred groaned but leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand down his face.
"Unbelievable."
He reached into his pocket briefly, remembering the letter he got back from Charlie last night. He needed Ron to go so he could tell Calli all about it.
"Oh, look, Ron. There's Hermione." Calli spoke up smoothly, nodding toward a nearby table.
Hermione sat alone, hunched over something, muttering to herself.
Ron glanced over.
Then immediately looked away.
"Why don't you go join her?" Calli suggested lightly.
Ron shook his head, sinking even lower.
Fred made a face like he'd just tasted something foul.
George Weasley, Lucy, and Stella walked in, scanning the room and immediately froze when they spotted the table.
Fred.
Calli.
Ron.
All sitting together.
Lucy's eyebrows shot up.
George looked entertained.
They grabbed three butterbeers and made their way over to their friends' supposed date.
"Well." George said, sliding into a chair. "This looks tragic."
"Deeply tragic." Fred muttered.
Lucy, however, wasted no time.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her. As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
