The Fox And Her Troublemakers

I'm Sorry, What?!

Cécile's P.O.V.

The next day, I woke up, seeing that I still had bruises on the backs of my hands. I sighed, rubbing my hands roughly down my face, and reluctantly crawling out of bed. I walked over to my closet, finding a pair of leggings, and grabbing an oversized sweater with long enough sleeves to cover my hands. I also went to my dresser, grabbing a tank top, underwear, and a bra.

Thirty minutes later, I was dressed, had my teeth brushed, and my hair in a messy bun, not bothering with makeup. I seen no point if I was just gonna start crying again. I didn't feel like eating, so I went to the kitchens to grab Sirius' breakfast, and took it down to the tree. I didn't stay to chat, claiming I had studying to do.

I stayed in my dorm until ten minutes before Ancient Runes, and then went up to class, sitting alone. After that, I went to Care of Magical Creatures, ignoring all of the Slytherin's insults, just praying for the day to go by quickly so I can go back to bed and sleep the pain off.

At lunch, I managed to hide in the kitchens, and avoid everybody. I still didn't feel like eating, but figured I should probably eat something, so I ate a couple slices of toast and butter. I was about to leave, when Fred walked in. Shit, I cursed, annoyed that I hadn't managed to avoid everybody after all.

I plastered a fake smile on my face anyways, saying hello, and pretending everything was fine, even though I would rather die than actually be here. "So, Christmas holidays start next week," he started. I had been trying to forget about that, actually. I had nowhere to go. I always had to stay at Beauxbatons over the Christmas holidays. I figured I would have to do the same thing here, and sighed.

"Yeah, I suppose they do," I said to him.

"Are you going home?" He asked.

"No, I think I'll just stay here," I explained, "lots of school work to catch up on," I lied.

"You plan on doing schoolwork over Christmas?" He asked me, as if that was the dumbest idea ever. I didn't think it was that bad, except I didn't actually have any work to do. I nodded as an answer to his question.

"Don't be ridiculous. You should come home to the burrow," he suggested.

"The... burrow?" I asked him, having no idea whatsoever what the 'burrow' was. I just really wanted this conversation to end. I was tired of pretending to smile, and I had to get to Potions in twenty minutes.

"Sorry," he said, figuring out that I had no idea what he was talking about, "the burrow is what we call home," he explained.

"No, I'll be fine here," I tried to tell him. He was having none of it.

"No, no. I insist. George wants to ask too, but he's afraid you'll say no," he teased.

"Well, I am saying no," I pointed out, "so George is smart."

"No, you're not saying no, because I said you're saying yes," Fred shot back.

"You realize that just because you tell me I'm gonna say yes, doesn't mean I'm actually going to say yes, right?" I questioned, worried for his intelligence.

"Of course it does," he argued, "because I am super persuasive."

"No, you just think you're super persuasive," I pointed out.

"Oh, yeah?" He said, obviously trying to protect his pride, "I bet I can get you to say red," he challenged.

"Oh, do you now?" I asked him, rhetorically.

"Yes I do," he said smartly, "I'll make you a deal. If I can get you to say red, then you have to come."

"Ok," I humoured him, "and what if you can't?"