"Mum threw a fit, of course." Fred said, leaning back slightly.
"But Dad argued we're of age and she can't stop us." George added.
They filled in the gaps quickly after that; Grimmauld Place, the meetings, who came and went, what little they were actually allowed to do. Enough to matter. Not enough to feel in control.
"At least you were with people actually doing something." Stella said quietly.
A pause. "My parents are scared."
Lucy snorted faintly.
"Well, at least they believe he's back."
Calli's eyes squeezed shut for a second.
Too tight.
Too quick.
Her hand twitched in her lap.
She could still feel it.
"Calli." Fred's voice softened immediately.
His hand found her knee, steady, grounding, squeezing gently when he felt the subtle tremor run through her.
"The people who don't are idiots." Calli stated, sharper than she intended, the words cutting clean through the space.
Silence followed.
"I.." She stopped.
Her breath hitched, just slightly.
Then she forced it out.
"I saw him."
That did it.
"Face to face." She continued, quieter now but no less steady.
Her fingers curled inward, left hand tightening instinctively.
"I can still feel him."
A beat.
"It's like his touch never left my hand."
The compartment went still.
No one spoke.
Fred's grip on her tightened, instinctive, his thumb brushing lightly against her knee like he could anchor her back just by being there.
George had gone quiet, all traces of humor gone.
Lucy's expression hardened, jaw tight.
Stella didn't move at all but her eyes were locked on Calli, sharp, calculating, understanding more than most.
No one questioned it.
No one doubted it.
Because they could see it.
This wasn't fear built on stories.
This was real.
The twins told them everything.
Not softened versions. Not edited ones.
Everything they knew.
About the Order. About Grimmauld Place. About the meetings that went long into the night, about Moody barking paranoia at everyone in sight, about Mrs. Weasley trying to keep control of a house full of people preparing for war.
And about Sirius Black.
"He's brilliant." Fred declared immediately.
"A complete menace." George added fondly.
"He let us test products in the kitchen."
"Mum nearly murdered him."
"He said it was worth it."
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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...
