Confident | Fred Weasley

COPPER AND WEASLEY

On a cloudy day in late January, a beautiful baby girl was born. Hours and hours of pain, sweat and tears, it was finally over.

Trinity Copper wore a hospital gown and was sat up in a hospital bed. The sterile room was silent, which was unusual for the woman to experience.

She twisted her dark hair into a braid, eyeing the interior of the room. She couldn't sit in silence, so she hummed a song of her own composition.

Trinity's eyes finally laid upon the porcelain cot, a small bundle of blankets hidden inbetween the grates. She leaned over slightly, so she could see the face of the sleeping baby.

Her sleeping baby.

9 months she'd been carrying her, surrounded by a mix of pressure and support, yet she didn't feel a thing. Joy or sorrow? Neither.

The only thing she could feel was the numbness that the drugs gave her, the ethereal feeling clouding her mind. She was seeing everything in a whole new way, and she adored it.

She wouldn't admit it though, especially not to Jameel. He'd send her away immediately.

In her dreamlike state, Trinity noticed something that made her eyes light up. She struggled from the bed, kicking away the thin duvets.

She rushed towards a metal table in the corner, only a box in her eye line. She needed to be quick though, or Jameel would return.

Trinity's pale fist clenched around the box of opium, her heart beating in her chest. Hurriedly, she placed them in her bag. Chanel. Pricey.

She shuffled back in bed as the door of the hospital room opened. Jameel Mayotte entered, holding two bottles of iced water. He smiled at his fiancée, who's cerulean eyes gleamed.

"I thought you might be thirsty," Jameel whispered, a smile clear on his features. Jameel was a looker, in Trinity's opinion anyway. He has sleek, black hair, dark eyes and middle-eastern skin.

"Thankyou," Trinity replied, kissing him swiftly on the cheek.

"Oh by the way, I think my mother might be visiting," Jameel began, twisting the water bottle lid off for her. She took the bottle gratefully.

"I thought she was unwell?" Trinity questioned.

"Well, you know her. She can't stay away for long," Jameel replied, glancing between the baby and Trinity. Unfortunately, Jameel didn't notice the Opium container sticking ever so slightly out of her bag.

As Jameel's mother entered the Hospital room, looking rather pale, the baby's name was declared.

"Sarah,"

"After her wonderful grandmother!" Jameel added on, holding his bottle of water as if it was a Champagne glass.

"Uh - Cheers?" Trinity muttered, tapping her bottle feverishly against Jameel's.

"What's up with her?" Jameel's mother asked, watching Trinity zone out.

"The drugs they gave her for the pain have a few side effects. They should wear off soon," Jameel replied, grinning.

"Hmmph," His mother replied, eyeing Trinity with weariness.

Sarah Copper didn't experience happiness in her childhood, not often anyway.

She grew up in a large house, neon lights instead of LEDs, expensive China dishes rather than cheap plastic. Housemaids dressed in black cleaned and cooked, rather than her mother or father.

By the age of 5, her father no longer came to the house. Sarah hadn't seem him in a long while, and she missed him more than anything. It was only Sarah, her mother and multiple maids.