Granger Danger ⇗ Fred Weasley

Ch. 9: You Won't Like Me When I'm Angry

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Song For This Chapter: With Ears To See And Eyes To Hear - Sleeping With Sirens

Ch. 9: You Won't Like Me When I'm Angry

    "Eliza, you feeling okay?" A concerned voice called out from across the table. Glancing up from my breakfast of sliced peaches and cream of wheat, I made eye contact with the big, blue eyes of Blake as she shoved Lee Jordan over, making room for herself next to George and across from me. 

    I only shrugged, motioning with my eyes across the table to where Fred and Angelina were sitting side-by-side. It was slightly confusing, how quickly Fred's attitude towards me had changed, practically over night. "I guess. I just... I am not sure what to think any more."

    Blake glared in their direction and rose a brow as Angelina made eye contact with her. Tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear, Angelina glared back at Blake. "Uh, who let the Slytherin sit here?" 

    George slung an arm around Blake's shoulders with a smirk. "Come on, Lina, you know Blake's cool. Why don't you take your hormones somewhere else?"

    Angelina rolled her eyes then looked down the table, straight at me, and gave me a happy grin. "Hey! Elle, you interested in Quidditch? Cause, with the drop in players, we could really use a back up Chaser." She pat Fred on the shoulder with a smirk. 

    My eye twitched a little at that movement, but I composed myself, forcing a grin onto my face. "Not really," I hissed out through clenched teeth. "I suck at Quidditch." I kept the forced smile on my face, but by the way Blake was snickering behind her hand, I could tell it was more of a scowl.

    Angelina's face fell a little and she sighed, leaning back a little. "Oh, that really sticks. If you could ask around? That'd be great." She smiled lightly, picking at her bacon and conversing with Fred and Lee about good Quidditch players. 

    I clutched my fist tightly, making a few knuckles pop in the process. This is killing me, I knew that I was being slightly childish, if I had a problem, I should just ask Fred. But, something told me that I didn't want to know. Who knew what happened over the months that I had been sleeping? I sure as hell didn't.

    "Mail's here!" Hermione chirped, happily rubbing her hands together and watching the owls whizz past as she anticipated the Daily Prophet. A bland, grey owl hovered over her head and extended it's leg, almost as if it was bored. She paid the bird and took the paper, flipping it open with a small frown, eyes skimming the pages quickly. 

    Sighing, I pushed my spoon around my bowl and shoveled peaches into my mouth like a robot, earning a giggle from Ginny who was trying to look as if she wasn't laughing at me. There was a sharp nip at my neck and I jolted, lifting my hand to swat at the attacker, before I realized the familiar bird face of Ami.

    "That one yours?" Ron nodded towards the fidgeting owl as he lifted his leg, holding a heart-stopping envelope in it's claw. Ron's eyes zeroed in on the letter and choked out a laugh, snickering and nudging Harry and Hermione. "Look, Elle's got herself a Howler."

    Cursing under my breath, I slowly yanked the letter out of Ami's grasp and glared down at the blood red letter, feeling the screams inside shake the letter. "Great, just awesome." I rolled my eyes and flipped the envelope over, wanting to see who sent it.

    "Jenna Chase." I spat, slightly confused. "Figures. Why would she send it tho-" I cut myself off, realizing that I had never written to her to tell her that I was alive. She'd probably heard from someone else. "Shit." I moaned, tucking the letter firmly under my ceramic bowl.