petrichor ☆ fred weasley

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"You do realise" spoke Klara from the end of the hospital bed, "most kids end their detention with a nap in their own bed, not one in a hospital bed."

Persephone let out a laugh as she folded the blankets at the foot of the bed. "Yeah well hospitalisation wasn't exactly my plan for the weekend. But it could of been worse"

She picked up the empty bowls of porridge and cups off pumpkin juice the house elves had brought up for her and Fred, placing them in the sink in the furthest corner of the room.

Her eyes lingered on the empty bed next to hers that Fred had inhabited the night before. Persephone woke to a plop of porridge being thrown on her forehead, courtesy of Fred, of course, causing a full on porridge war between the two, (which she quickly cleaned up with a flick of her wand before Pomfrey caught them) He left soon after, following a quick check up from Madam Pomfrey in order to get to Quiditch practice. Klara followed her gaze, letting out a scoff upon realising what she was thinking about.

"Were you and Fred getting it on in the boat? Is that how the boat got loose without you realising it?"

Persephone choked on her own breath, muffling the laugh that threatened to spill.  "Klara! Was that necessary?"

With a shrug of her shoulder and a slight smirk, Klara replied "Yes, it really quite was."

Despite being friends with Klara for over five years, Persephone could never understand how Klara was so open and suggestive. No topic off limit, no conversation to inappropriate to explore.

"Well I can assure you, Fred and I were not 'getting it on', whatever that implies, we were just talking."

"Talking about what..."

"About stuff."

"If you don't give me exact details about the topic of this important conversation that lead to you being in the middle of the Black Lake, i'm sorry but i'm going to continue to believe that you were getting it on. And I will tell Augustus as such."

Persephone groaned loudly, bursting out as she tugged on her long un-brushed hair "WeweretalkingaboutwhereIwastheothernightwhenIcamebackatfouram"

Letting out a loud gasp, Klara moved forward, jumping on the bed. This caused Persephone to jump up for her place. Sending Madam Pomfrey a quick wave and a smile, she began to rush her way out of the large arched doorway and down to the Hufflepuff common room where she could get ready for first period Transfiguration.

Like a lost puppy, Klara ran after her, mouth agape and eyebrows raised. "So you have been getting it on with Weasley. Augustus guessed it. I knew there was something. See, I thought you two getting it on was a one time only event, but bloody hell was I wrong, how long have you been getting it on."

"Stop saying 'getting it on'" snapped Persephone, "and whatever that bloody means, Fred and I have not been partaking in it. We are friends, if that."

"You came back from a boy's dorm, at 4am, and you weren't gett- I mean, you weren't engaging in any, ah, promiscuous behaviour?"

Looking down at her watch quickly, Persephone let out a curse word with the realisation that she was going to be late for transfiguration. Ignoring her friend's bothersome questions, she quickly made it down the staircases leading to the basement. With a quick tap of the "Helga Hufflepuff" rhythm, Persephone entered the abandoned common room and ran up to her dorm, Klara still trailing behind.

"Are you going to answer me or not?"

"Get me to transfiguration on time and i'll tell you."

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With seconds to spare, the pair plonked themselves into their usual seats in front of Cedric and Augustus. Instead of the disapproving look Persephone was expecting to see from her favourite teacher, Professor McGonagall looked concerned and quite frankly concerned to see her.

Upon the commencement of the lesson (turning dinner plates into mushrooms), McGonagall walked over to her table just as Persephone managed to turn her plate into a navy blue mushroom patterned like Royal Doulton.

"Almost Persephone" she said, glancing at the mushroom and changing it back with a flick of her wand.

Persephone looked up at her teacher with a grateful smile.

"I don't mean any offence Persephone, i'm glad you had the dedication, but are you okay to be in class at this time? I heard you had quite a traumatic experience last night. Your father was telling me all about it. Scary for any student, but given your past, I assumed you'd want some time off?"

Of course he was.

"I appreciate the concern Professor, but in all honesty I want to keep my mind off of it."

With a quick nod and smile, McGonagall continued to make her way around the rest of the students.

The rest of the day moved quickly, and it wasn't long until Persephone found herself seated within the Great Hall for a dinner of thick lamb chops and creamy mash potato, a meal that matched perfectly with the rainy weather. Augustus sat across from her, his plate, like usual, piled a mile high with food.

"Are you going to tell me now Persi or are you still being stinky?" asked Klara, taking a seat next to Augustus. Cedric, who walked in alongside her, sat next to Persephone, giving her a smile and a quick hello before pouring a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Tell you what?" questioned Augustus, filling his plate with more of the delicious food.

"Do you ever stop eating?" Persephone retorted, wanting time avoid the question whilst in front of everybody.

From across the table, Klara gave her a joking glare through her thick eyelashes. "Not the answer I want..."

Letting out a loud groan, Persephone pushed back her plate and put her head in between her hands. The thought of food at the matter made her sick with the thought of the constant questions and jokes she was going to cop following the reveal.

She wasn't embarrassed by Fred, not in the slightest.

She was embarrassed by her friends.

Augustus eyed off the plate in front of him with greedy brown eyes. "Are you gonna eat the rest of that?"

With a unbothered motion of her hand and a roll of her eyes, she watched as he pulled the plate towards himself.

"Now what are we trying to find the answer to Klara?" queried Cedric between sips of pumpkin juice.

"Miss Persephone Lupin revealed this morning who she was with that morning she returned to the dorm at 4am."

"Who?" the boys asked in unison.

"Bets still on Roger Davies!" exclaimed Augustus.

Persephone his her red face in her hands, hiding from her best friends satisfied smirk.

"Mr Fred Weasley."

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can you guess I wrote half of this whilst tipsy and the other half whilst hungover. wow I hate myself HAHA