GIRL, ALMIGHTY! ━━━ fred weasley.

chapter two ━ aftermath.

❛ conséquences ❜
❪ aftermath. ❫

THERE WAS A THOUGHT, A SILENT ONE, THAT CONSTANTLY FIND ITSELF WORNING OUT EFFIE'S SOMBER MIND. A forbidden thought, desire, a wish ― of what could have been if her parents haven't fell into the cold, tight clutches of peer pressure and their own selfish and ambition driven goals in life. And perhaps, she wouldn't have lost the stars that shone relief in the tenebrious forest permanently written, imprinted ― carved and grown themselves into her. And that her strawberry honey laugh wouldn't be nothing but a lost melody played by a broken record in the back of her mind. It was a clandestine ponder, almost a sacred thought that brewed a raging tempest that soon enough, the silent thought stood out amongst the most loudest ones.

But atlas as everything else, it remained only as a honey dew sky basking in the mauve glory as the golden glory sets over a field of flowers ― an illusion, hallucination that stayed as nothing but a daydream.

The scaring, both emotionally and physically felt as if they were still present, fresh and raw, incinerated and smoldered in the back of her mind. Despite the terrifying rate times passed by like a sudden gush of breeze.

In front of her was a canned food she bought from the convenient store, as she couldn't cook to save her life. It was horrendous, but it kept her alive and going so she couldn't really complain, especially seeing how worse other people's situations were than her. Ever since her parents were set off to rot in azkaban, she wanted to be independent so she let a friend of her to borrow her elves until she could finally learn to take care of herself without someone else to help her ― and as you can see, she hasn't improved a bit. As she, from then on, cooked for herself a meal.

( ― but it's still progress, right? )

And it was those rare millisecond of a moment of her day that she ― admittingly or not ― missed her parents. Or a part from her parents. Perhaps it was the sudden hit, or grasp away from reality where nostalgia invaded your most vulnerable time without even a single merciful glance to show any sort of sign to kick in. Like that specific detailed moment where one would find themselves dive into their past, passing from different shelves of one's mind to meet a moment once opon a time in their memories; an enemy perhaps, one that would tug your hair and spread false rumors of the opposite gender having cooties. Turning out that you weren't actually missing the person, but the exact feeling, emotion ― moment? Where you could still have a piece of your youth after growing up too fast that you didn't even realize it until everything falls apart and all you could do was dwell in the past.

Because just like that, there was something in Effie's fucked up mind that yearned for a mother's touch, a father's hold, and a sister's bond. It was sad, to say the least. Never once hold any adoration towards her mother nor father, trecherous, trecherous, vile parents they were. It was a twisted, twisted contraption of an idea ― of another universe where she would wake up to a loving family where she could feel the devotion they have for each other, baked goods and perhaps the bittersweet breakfast in bed like the ones in the films. Oh what an absolute dream ― sad that the love was barely even there.