reality ◦ fred weasley

• LEFT HAND FREE •

chapter fifteen; left hand free

CONTENT WARNING: homophobia/biphobia

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"ROBYN, YOU LOOK like shit."

"Thanks, Tyler," said Robyn as she glared at him.

"I hate to admit it, but he kind of has a point," Fred said. She turned her harsh gaze to him, making him freeze in place as he reached for the bacon.

"What, that I look like shit?"

"No! That's not what I - you never look like shit. I just meant that you look tired. Did you sleep last night?" Fred tripped over his words, eager to take back his insult.

"Barely. I couldn't stop thinking about what Jess said," Robyn sighed, choosing to ignore how flustered he'd become.

"What are you going to do about it? Your family seems really..." Tyler trailed off, unable to find an inoffensive word.

"I need to talk to my parents. I just need to work out how," she explained. "It'd be a lovely conversation to have over the Christmas holidays. 'Hi, mum! So I had a weird vision of a woman dying, then I met up with my aunt, who you hate, and she said you're keeping secrets from me. Is that true?'"

"If you never ask, you'll never know," said Fred, with a shrug. George snickered to himself and Robyn shot him a quizzical look, but he simply shook his head.

Robyn's interest turned away from George when Hermione shuffled down the bench to sit next to her, looking a little sheepish.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but hear what you were talking about," said Hermione. "And I think - if you want to, of course - that you should speak to a teacher about it."

"Thanks, Hermione. I thought about it, but I don't know how they could help," Robyn explained.

"Well, maybe they could tell you more about that vision you had. Or maybe, if you really wanted to, they could arrange to have you sent home. Just for a day, so that you can speak to your family in person," Hermione theorized.

"That might be a good idea," said Robyn, biting her lip thoughtfully. "Thanks, Hermione."

Hermione smiled and nodded before standing up and walking over to Harry, who was waiting at the doors of the Great Hall. He and Ron had still not managed to make up.

"So you're going to go to a teacher?" Fred asked.

"Maybe," Robyn said, nodding. "It could be a good idea. Or I might just wait until Christmas."

"You could," said Fred, though he looked unconvinced. "I just don't want you to be upset if you what you find out isn't what you wanted to."

Robyn walked alone after her first class of the day, which had been Astrology. She was on her way to the Gryffindor common room for a free period. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks, hearing a familiar voice behind a tapestry which she knew hid a staircase to the fifth floor.

"...but when are you going to tell her? You can't keep this up forever, Violet."

"It's obvious Clarke has feelings for you, Vi," said another voice.

"I know, I know," Violet sighed. "I'll tell her soon."

"You've been saying that for ages. Either you tell her, or we do. It was funny at first, but now it's just mean."

Robyn listened with burning curiosity, wondering what on earth Violet was talking about her for.

"Tell me what?" Robyn asked, pulling back the tapestry. Violet and her two friends looked at her in shock.