For The Love of Pranks! I Love You!

Paper Houses

With a resounding snap, I land in the familiar foyer, wiping more tears from my eyes, not wanting my dad to see me cry.

"Who's there?" I hear my dad call from the kitchen, and I begin to make my way there.

"I-It's just me Dad." I say with a sniffle as he turns the corner, worry flirting across his face.

"What happened Little Wolf?" He brings me into a tight hug, and the sob I tried to contain bubbles up in my chest.

"F-Fred and I-I got in an ar-argument, a-and—"

"He didn't hurt you did he?" My father's voice becomes serious and I vigorously shake my head.

"N-no Dad! He wouldn't...he just s-said w-we should t-take a b-break..." He pulls back slightly to look at my face, confusion present on his.

"Now why would he say that? It couldn't have been that bad of an argument. You two hardly ever disagree." I take a deep breath to calm my stuttering before delving into the story.

"I was upset about a customer that was flirting with Fred, and he simply laughed it off, which started the argument. He said he felt like I doubted his love, and-and I don't know why my mind does this to me, and I—"

In this house of broken hearts

We make our love out of stacks of cards

And, yes, we tried, to hold on tight

'Cause we knew our love was hard to find

"Shh..Evelyn it'll be alright." He says softly as he brings me close again.

"But what if it isn't? What will I do Dad?!" He simply shushes me again, rubbing my back in soothing circles.

"I know you'll work it out, because your mother and I dealt with the same thing." I pull back to look at my father, never hearing of this before.

"Now, Remus told me you struggled with depression when you were younger." I simply nod. "That was passed from your mother, along with her anxiety it seems. I can't tell you how many times we fought in school because she thought that any girl that talked to me, was going to steal me from her."

"Really? That sounds exactly like the row Fred and I just had..." I think out loud and he nods.

"It's something she couldn't help, the anxiety. But we worked through it, and I learned how to help dispel those thoughts that she would have from time to time. Don't worry darling. Fred will figure it out and everything will be fine."

~Fred's p.o.v.~

Only after my brain registers the echoing snap of Eve's departure do I realize the enormity of the situation. And just how terrible this all seems...Our first row as a married couple and I send her away...

I numbly make my way up to the apartment, trying to think of a remedy. I can't believe I told her to leave... We're supposed to work this out together, not apart. She was right..She always is.

Yeah, our paper houses reach the stars

'Til we break and scatter worlds apart

I don't wanna lose your touch

I don't wanna hurt this much

I just don't know why she's so quick to doubt my faithfulness, doubt my love. Nobody could ever steal me from her...I would much rather die, than leave my Evelyn.

I don't realize I've been sitting at the table the entire night until George comes through the door, jumping at the site.

"Bloody hell! Give a man a heart attack." He exclaims clutching his chest as I swirl the now cold tea in my cup.

"What are you still doing up?" I finally notice the time, 12:30, well hell....

"Not tired." I mumble shrugging and he stopped what he's doing and finally looks in my direction.

"What's happened? Where's Evelyn?" He sits across from me and simply waits, burning holes into my head.

"At her father's I s'pose. After all that's where I told her to go." I mumble, chocking down my cold tea.

"Told her—Why would you tell her to go there?"

"We had a row–"

"You didn't?" He roughly places his hands on the table and I know he's upset with me, but I don't blame him.

"I did...She was upset about a customer flirting with me, and I told her it wasn't a big deal." I see him shake his head.

"Then the argument ensued...and for some reason, I thought it would be better for us to figure it out where we couldn't start fighting again.." He sighs deeply and I look to see him shaking his head.

"Oh Fred... You're a right prat you know that? She can't help those kind of thoughts. She has an anxiety disorder." My head snaps up to look at him, wondering why this is the first time I've heard about it.

"How do you know this? Why didn't she tell me?" A feeling of hurt bubbles up in my chest and I'm lost at the fact, my best friend didn't tell me she was struggling.

"I found out during our 4th year I think. It was that time where she began distancing herself from us. I finally was able to corner her late in the common room, and she told me she thought we would leave her so she thought it'd be easier to do it herself."

I'm shocked at this news, never knowing that's how she felt. I guess I really didn't know Evelyn as well as I thought, and that makes me wish I tried harder to break down her hidden walls.

"Why did she think we would leave? We would never—"

"She grew up without her parents. They literally left her with Remus before everything happened. Sometimes it's just hard to get past that." He shrugs and we sit in a heavy silence as I try to find some way to remedy all this.

"She didn't want me to tell you once you started dating, because she thought she was better." With that, he leaves me to my thoughts and I begin to find some sort of plan.

I've gotta fix this..before it can get any worse. I've got to find a way so that Evelyn knows, those thoughts in her head aren't true. I've gotta make this right.

And our paper houses reach the stars

'Til we break and scatter worlds apart

Yeah, I paid the price and own the scars

Why did we climb and fall so far?