Smile - Book One of the RP Saga

End of Year ( 52 )

It had been a week since Rachel had returned from St Mungroes. She was sat in the Quidditch pitch stands, seeing as Oliver insisted she did not play. It was getting a bit hard for Rachel, the news from the hospital and rocked her to her core. How could she deal with this problem? It seemed unbelievable that this could happen, Rachel thought it was actually impossible. But apparently she had been wrong.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team were flying around sending quaffles through hoops, bludgers through the air and the snitch to be caught. Exhilarating was one word to describe the sport from Rachel's perspective. How she longed to get on her Nimbus 2001 and fly around.

Though she knew it would be safer if she was in the stands.

After sometime she got miserable and got up to leave. She stepped onto the grass and began to leave. Fred spotted her and flew down, landing in front of her, ignoring Oliver shouting.

"Hey." He said not wanting her to go. "What's wrong?"

"I just feel miserable." Rachel kicked at the dirt.

"You want to play, don't you?" Fred guessed.

"Yup." Rachel huffed trying to blink her tears away.

She wasn't close to tears just because she couldn't play Quidditch. No, it was more to do with the reason why. She had hoped that if she was playing, it would take her mind off it.

"Rach I am sorry." Fred sighed placing his broom down. "But I think Oliver was right, you really shouldn't play. You're still injured.."

"I know, it makes sense and even I think that but... I just want to." She croaked.

Without realising a couple of tears slipped down her cheeks as she looked at the floor.

"Oh Rachel please don't cry." Fred lead her to the benches to sit down, he gave her a quick hug. "Hey, don't cry okay. I might cry and then George will think I've gone soft." He joked causing a little giggle to escape from Rachel's lips.

"I can't help it. It's just too much." Rachel mumbled into Fred's shoulder.

"It must have been awful." Fred tried to comfort.

"If only you knew everything." She whispered so softly she doubt he heard.

After Rachel had calmed down, the two stood up still wrapped in each others arms.

"How about me and you to the kitchens and get the house elves to get us something?" Fred smiled.

"You can't, you've got training going on." Rachel looked at the pitch. "Honestly, I'll be fine Fred, I just want time alone."

She walked away from the pitch, her arms wrapped tightly around her. George flew down and landed next to Fred.

"She's not herself, is she?" He asked his twin.

"Nope." Fred sighed. "I'll speak to her again later."

Later that night once everyone was asleep, Rachel crept out of her bed restless. She was getting emotional again, not to mention her nightmare woke her up. She crept down to the common room and sat alone in the darkness.

It was sort of comforting to sit alone in the dark. Her thoughts echoed silently around the room freely, not all cooped up inside her mind. She rested her face in her hands and sighed. Suddenly the sofa sunk slightly next to her causing her to look up. Fred sat there looking at her, slightly worried yet quite calm at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Rachel mumbled looking at the floor.

"Shouldn't you?" He retorted causing Rachel to roll her eyes.