frostbite [fred weasley] [editing]

seven

   ❛ seven | christmas cheer ❜

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Olivia abruptly awoke to the sound of an agonising scream reverberating in her small room. She realised it had came from her mouth. Sweat clung to her like another layer of skin, as she sat up, breathing heavily.

It was happening again. Nightmares. Their glazed over eyes. Their screams ringing in her ears. Blood everywhere, dripping from the walls, pooling on the ground, the puddle surfaces shining under the wand light like polished rubies.

Measly grey light fell through the gap of the dingy curtains that framed her window. The day was overcast, dull cloud banks stretching as far as possible into the horizon. Olivia got up and peered through the window, frost clinging to the edges of the frame, white fog smearing the glass until it was only slightly see-through.

From what her eyes could tell, snow was gently drifting down, layering upon layering onto the ground until it was completely covered in a blanket of white.

Small neon fairy lights dotted her Muggle neighbour's roof. It was extravagant and stupid in Olivia's opinion - what was the point of decorating your house in silly lights?

Her spirit had never tuned into the holiday vibes - sometimes, maybe sometimes, she might have felt cheery at Hogwarts. But while she was under the tiled roof of the House of Grey, her Christmas cheer was packed away with all the boxes of decorations that lingered somewhere in the house, never opened in the past, and never to be opened in the future.

Christmas. The word circulated her thoughts, finally coming to the top of her mind. It was Christmas today. All ready, four months had whizzed passed her eyes, everyday just blurs of faces and rushed words - time had not slowed down for her tangled mind to properly drink in anything. Finally, as her gaze was set on the white and neon scenery, her mind collected a few words to summarise what had happened so far: Head Girl. Weasley. NEWTs. Lydia. Weasley. . . Death Eater. . . Torture. . . . AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.

A sickly feeling arose in her stomach once more. Guilt wrenched painfully at her heart. It was happening again, for the umpteenth time. Why the hell did you have to think about that? she asked, taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She forced her mind to wander off to other places that made her feel the slightest bit of warmth.

A familiar face floated to Olivia's mind. A smooth face dotted with freckles which didn't have a particular pattern of where they went. They covered his features, roaming wherever they wanted to go, a mixture between beige and copper, a colour that seemed to merge in with his ginger hair and brown earthy eyes. His hair slightly covering his forehead, tousled up at the back. A smile always playing his lips, eyes always slightly lifted at the corners from laughter, a heart that wore Gryffindor pride and bravery everyday. Weasley. Olivia felt heat creeping up on her cheeks, even though no one was present in the room. Why did I have to think of him? she asked herself, starting to subconsciously bite her lips.

The Slytherin got out of bed and left her room, finding it was easier to be moving around than to be stationary. It must've been early dawn, because the rest of the neighbourhood was silent and sleeping, unaware of the girl who held to much pain with in her heart. It was also a day off at the Ministry, so her mother and father would be at home. All Olivia felt towards her parents was a burning, fiery, passionate hate. She wished to never be in their presence again.