homesick ☆ f.weasley

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When Emmeline woke up the next day, she had almost forgotten why she was feeling so miserable. Then she remembered. You don't have a choice! You have to do it! Fred's voice rang in her mind and followed her down to breakfast. She sat next to Angelina, who greeted her with a scowl.

"What's your issue?" she asked tiredly.

"You," she replied simply.

"You didn't tell me about you entering the tournament either!"

"Because I knew you'd be jealous!"

"Jealous?! I wouldn't be jealous. You're the jealous one now!"

"No, I'm just worried about you. You've never done anything like this before-" Angelina's tone softened.

"Are you saying I can't do it? It's alright for you to enter but not me?"

"You know what? Maybe I am saying that! You're too scared to turn up to Quidditch try-outs, let alone whatever this tournament entails!"

Angelina instantly regretted her words. Although it was true, Emmeline's face crumbled with hurt.

"I'm sorry-" began Angelina.

"No, it's fine," Emmeline interrupted angrily. "I'll show you and everyone else in this school that I can do it! The goblet picked me, not you. At least that mouldy cup has some faith in me!" She stormed off, her eyes glazed with angry tears.

She bumped into Fred and George, who were just coming into the hall.

"Hi Em," Fred smiled while George waved.

"Oh piss off you two!" she snapped, before charging up the stairs towards her dorm.

"Woah, what got her knickers in a twist?" Fred asked as he sat down where the Walshaw girl had occupied previously.

"I'm worried about her," Angelina said quietly, biting her lip.

"She'll be fine," said George dismissively.

"You don't know her. I'm her best friend. You don't know how anxious she gets about literally nothing..." Angelina said.

"She'll be fine," Fred continued. "Because we're helping her."

"Why do you two strut around this castle like you're both Jesus? When she's doing whatever tasks they give her infront of a massive crowd, you can't help her then!" snapped Angelina.

"Is everyone on their periods today?" grumbled George.

"Sexist pig," grunted Angelina, angrily shoving a slice of buttered toast in her mouth. "Everyone's just mad because we have to associate ourselves with you two arrogant dickheads."

"We've been doing some reading," Fred began once again choosing to ignore Angelina's comment. He pulled out a thick wad of books from his bag.

"I didn't know you two could read," Lee contributed, his eyes rounded with astonishment.

"Bloody hell, Fred, didn't realise today was national bully the Weasley twins day," scoffed George.

"I'm sorry, I'm just very stressed," Angelina said.

"We can see but we are only trying to help, which is more than what you seem to be doing," Fred retorted.

"You're right," cried Angelina, falling onto Lee's broad shoulder for comfort. "I'm a terrible friend!"

"No you're not," Lee encouraged in a soft tone.

Angelina smoothed her hair out of her face and snatched a book off the table. "I'll look in here for ways she can leave the tournament. There must be something..."

"Firstly, that's my Herbology textbook and secondly, we're trying to encourage her here. She can do it! The goblet picked her out of everyone else in Hogwarts. It believes in her. And so should you," Fred said.

"I agree with Fred, or maybe George. Whichever is speaking," Daisy piped up. She was sat a few seats along, Neville by her side.

"DW is always right," spoke Fred triumphantly.

Angelina remained unconvinced but returned silent. She wanted to do whatever she could to protect her friend but she had no idea whether that was encouraging her to participate in the tournament or finding ways she could leave. The dark skinned girl left the trio of boys with the youngest Walshaw sibling. They were locked in an enthusiastic discussion, their rounded eyes darting over books. Angelina swiftly made her way towards the dorm where she suspected Emmeline would be sulking.

"Those boys really have taken a shine to you," Angelina pointed out, casually strolling into their shared dorm.

"At least they're showing me some support," Emmeline scoffed, firing up at once.

Angelina sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you." She prepared herself for another argument but surprisingly, Emmeline's face softened.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too. You're right, I am jealous of you," Emmeline smiled sadly.

Angelina sputtered out a laugh. "Jealous? Why the hell are you jealous of me?"

"You're gorgeous, everytime a cute boy talks to me they are only doing so to get to you. You have an amazing house with an amazing loving family and you're funny and confident and-"

"I had no idea you felt this bad about it," Angelina said in a small voice. "Sometimes I get jealous of your hair, it's so shiny. And your eyes are like sapphires, they sparkle when you're happy. And sometimes I get really envious of you having a sister, you're so close and that's a bond I'll never have."

"That's ridiculous," barked Emmeline.

"So is you being jealous of me! No one ever sees the beauty they have, it's sad really."

"It is."

"Friends?"

"No."

Angelina's face fell.

"Best friends."

Angelina laughed. "You little prankster!"