Woes of a Weasley

8: Messing With Muggles?

"Dude, slow your roll. What's the matter?" Bevin jogged to keep up with me, and Sicily walked swiftly beside her.

After about an hour sulking, I found my two best girl friends and stole them. Well, I told them to follow me, but it's basically the same deal.

Once I suspected we were far enough away from the castle, I whip around, causing Sicily and Bevin to jump. Oh I was going to tell them everything. No promises on keeping in the tears.

"Sicily," I start, "You might wanna sit down for this."

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"Shh shh it's ok Sicy." Bevin rubbed Sicily's back as she was crying about Flint. I didn't really know what to say to her- but as soon as I opened my mouth I started crying as well, so the three of us just cuddled together and Bevin comforted us. "Alright you two, stop making your robes all soggy! Let's skip our next class and I'll buy you a Butterbeer."

Sicily and I nodded, getting over our tears, and Bevin pulled us up. After we walked and bought some Butterbeer, Bevin grinned at the two of us.

The two of us were unamused. The two of us wanted to punch Bevin.

"You know what I like to do when I'm feeling down?" Bevin asked slurping up the remaining liquid from the bottle. She looked up at the Sicily and me and waited. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"What do you like to do, Bevin?" I play along sarcastically, and she slaps her hands together causing me and Sicily to jump.

"Mess with muggles!" She pretends to bow like it's the most amazing idea in the history of the planet.

"Don't you get... expelled for that?" Sicily said cooly and I nodded.

"Yeah that's stupid."

"I don't use magic or anything!" Bevin defended, "I usually just steal some useless stuff!"

I bury my face in my hands, and let out a muffled scream.

"Fine." I let out, and Bevin jumps, clapping her hands together.

"I'll pass." Sicily growls, flipping her pin-straight hair off her shoulder. "I need to talk to Flint... and... and tell him I know."

"Come along Ains, this'll feel good, I swear." Bevin pushed her chair away from the wooden table, and grabbed me up by the arm. "You do that Sis, we're gonna go."

"Bye." Sicily shrugs, looking away as the two of us leave.

"I think we should-"

"Ainsley Weasley, this'll be fun. You and me. Girl time." Bevin pats my back, but I don't respond. I don't know if I want to do this... Muggles seem okay.

No. I'm... I'm not like my family. It's okay for me to embrace my true nature. I was put into Slytherin for a reason.

I clenched my fists as we made our way back to the school.

Nothing in my life is going right- what do I have to lose?

I know, I know. Short chapter ;) Don't worry something big is happening in the next one.

Have a lovely day. xx
~B