■ Unfortunate Soul ■ Fred Weasley ■

Raise a glass of Butterbeer

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Gwen shivered as soon as she stepped outside. She wished that she could say that it was from the cold but frankly, as nice as the guy was, he still gave her the creeps. 

Gwen looked at her watch and noticed that she still had about half an hour before she and the gang had to return for Quidditch. 

She decided to slowly make her way to the Three Broomsticks where they all were supposed to meet. 

When Gwen entered the small pub, and thankfully she didn't slip on her way there, she scanned the place in search of her friends. In one of the booths in the far corner, she noticed Fred sitting there alone.

He was furiously tapping his fingers against the table to find something to relieve him from the boredom that was looming over him.

Gwen quickly slid her way towards the ginger and sat in the seat facing him. "I need to show you something," Gwen said as she instantly sat down not even giving Fred a chance to say hello. 

The Gryffindor girl rummaged through one of the bags in search of her box while Fred smirked gently at her. "Gwenny, as flattered as I am, I think that that is not something that you should share with the public."

Gwen paused her rummaging for a few seconds and stared at her friend. "You know very well that's not what I meant. Merlin's beard, get your mind out of the gutter." Gwen exclaimed and then went on with her search. 

Fred laughed quietly at Gwen. When Gwen found the box that was lying in the bag along with Alicia's gift, she placed it on the table.

Fred looked at the box closely. "I see.. a box." Gwen couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend.

"No, it's not. Wait, actually it is but it's not just a box. Look," Gwen opened the box and pushed it closer to Fred. Fred looked at the contents inside with a questioning look.

"I don't get it?" Fred added as he glanced at Gwen. Gwen couldn't help but smile at the mere thought of what truly lay inside.

"I went to that old antique shop and the owner showed it to me when he noticed that I was a Hamilton. You see, this belonged to one of my parents, most likely my mother. Those withering pieces of parchment over there, are all letters written from my father to my mother. Isn't it great?" Gwen added an involuntary squeal at the end.

Fred glanced back and forth from the box to his best friend, he smiled at the excitement Gwen was showing.

Fred nodded in agreement and rummaged through the contents carefully. It would be a shame if something happened to the sentimental memorabilia.

Fred stopped when he felt cold metal against his fingertips and then pulled out a round silver locket. He glanced at it thoroughly and then handed it to Gwen, for her to look at it. In the meantime, he kept looking through the box.

Gwen looked at the silver locket in her hand. It was simple but it was also clear that it was truly made from pure silver. She finally opened it and when she saw what was on the inside she didn't know how to react.

Just like that, as soon as she opened the locket, she saw the moving picture of her mother smiling at her. Looking at her, Gwen could see how true it was when people said that she looked a lot like her mother.

Clementine had long straight hair, just like Gwen. Gwen also had her thin lips and long nose along with her face structure. The girl also noticed that she happened to have the same smile as her mother.

On the other side of the locket, was another picture but this time it was a picture of her whole family. Both her parents and her brothers along with their aunt Jocelyn.