Blue Belle {Fred Weasley}

Chapter 31

Belle was flabbergasted, her mouth was agape and her fingers twiddled with a loose strand of wool from her knitted jumper. Enoch liked her? But how? Why? Belle couldn't deter the answer to her questions. In her eyes she wasn't special; but in his, she was. Enoch was flustered and violently dragged open a drawer of hearts in jars and hastily began to create another homunculus hoping that she would say something. He couldn't just stand still and wait, though. 

Enoch didn't receive a reply, instead, he heard the door open and click shut, her footsteps fading away as well. He groaned, his fist slamming onto the table followed by his forehead. His knuckles turned white as his grip on a pair of scissors grew tighter and tighter and in angry he stood up, knocking over his chair, before grabbing some jars and chucking them at the wall. He threw paper as well, along with fabric, pencils, erasers and other items, the boy didn't even stop when Victor entered the room in shock, Millard at his tail. 

Victor could decipher what was wrong just by his best friends face, Millard was confused, however. "What the bloody hell is going on?" The Invisible boy exclaimed, shifting out of the way as a jar came hurtling towards his head. 

Victor stepped slowly towards Enoch, his arms stretched out before him, his steps small and edgy. "Enoch, calm down." He said. 

Enoch swung round to face Victor shoving up against the wall, a glass jar of pigs lungs in one of his hands. "Don't you dare tell me to fucking calm down, Bruntley, otherwise these lungs will be shoved down your throat."

"Mate, just tell us what's up," Millard said, "Has Belle's dad got something to do with this? More so, has Belle got something to do with this?"

Enoch let out a low growl before his head fell on Victor's shoulder, his arm that held him up against the wall fell loose. "She's leaving."

"What?" Victor cried, "When? Why?"

"After Christmas, she's returning to school and coming back during the holidays." The boy muttered as Victor wrapped his arms around his best friend, who also dropped the jar onto the floor. "I also. . ."

"You also what?" Enoch murmured his reply onto Victor's shoulder, but it was so incoherent even he couldn't understand himself. "I can't understand some grunts, mate."

"I kissed her." Victor blinked a few times trying to register what he had said, and Millard who had been fiddling with his equipment dropped a set of pliers. Enoch spun on his heal, anger rising back to his face and he charged at the boy grabbing at his shoulder which he could see through his sweater and dragged him towards the door, "I swear if you tell anyone about this, I will kill you, bring you back and kill you again, now get out!"

He slammed the door behind Millard who shrugged and sighed leaving the other two alone. "What did she do?"

"She stood there and then left." 

"Shit. . .That's not a good sign."

"I will get those lungs, Bruntley!"

* * * 

Christmas was over and done with quickly. It was such a weird experience for the girl, the house actually celebrated the festive day, unlike her mother who was a Scrooge. She had never had to buy gifts for anyone before but she was glad that everyone liked them, including Enoch. Her and Enoch had the same relationship as before her father came and told her about being able to go back to school, except Enoch wanted more. Something that Belle did not want. His mood only got worse as the day that she left was drawing closer. 

Belle had bidded everyone goodbye, except for the dead-riser. He was saved for last. The boy didn't care that he was showing emotion when he pulled her into a hug, something that surprised everybody, including Belle herself. "You are definitely coming back right?" He asked her, in barely a whisper.

"Of course. I will write as well."She nodded, "I promise, E."

The boy pulled away unwillingly, "Have fun."

Belle smiled at him, before grasping her trunk and returning to her father's side. "Ready, sweetheart?" He asked, the girl nodding blinking away tears that formed in her eye. It was a peculiar feeling for her, she didn't feel this way when leaving her mother, nor when she left Hogwarts. Why was she feeling it now? 

The blue haired girl sent a final wave goodbye before being sucked into a tight hole and landing in an alleyway near to Kings Cross Station. "Now, I will see you in school, I will help you in other lessons if you need it but I must wave you off now so that nobody sees us. Is that okay?"

"Totally, I'll see you later then?" Belle smiled hugging her father who kissed her head. She left the alley pulling her trunk behind her and tugging up her hood over her head. She arrived in the busy station and hurried onto the Muggle platforms heading over towards the nine and ten barriers. She glanced around before charging at the wall and swiftly making her way onto platform nine and three quarters, the ruby red train meeting her view. She left her trunk with the rest of the students and was about to step onto the train when she heard two familiar names. 

"Fred, George! Just leave your brother alone!" A short redheaded woman scolded her sons, Belle smiled at the two twins who pushed each other, ignoring their mother before greeting Lee. "Have fun, I love you all, do not get into trouble-FRED, GEORGE!" Molly Weasley finally let her children go off to their friends after getting them under somewhat control, she sighed in relief and turned to her husband who stood behind her, leaning against him to breathe out the breath she held in. Belle watched the three boys enter a compartment before climbing onto the train herself. 

She slipped passed many students and compartments before she spotted the twins and Lee. They were relaxed in the seats, their feet propped up and they were chatting like they hadn't seen each other in a year when in reality, it was only two weeks. She propped the door opene and pulled down her hood. "Wotcha boys." She grinned at their faces which showed pure shock. 

"B-Belle?" Asked Fred, she nodded and he jumped up embracing her into a hug. "What, what are you doing here?"

"I'm coming to school."

"You're back?" 

"I'm back, yes, Lee."

"You're back."