one wicked weasley // f.w.

two - the stairs

Theia stood there with her hazel eyes locked onto Fred, no words finding their way out of her mouth. It was as if her brain had begun to short circuit at the sight of him which didn't surprise in her the slightest.

    But before either one of them could get a chance to say anything else, George had shoved Fred to the side and was barreling towards her at full speed. A laugh bubbled out of her as his arms wrapped her in a tight hug, George's own laughter blending with hers.

    "It will be nice living in the same building with you again." She was tucked closely into his chest and she closed her eyes as she fell into the familiarity of George's hugs.

    "The feelings are mutual Forge." Theia couldn't stop the tears that begun to fell in her eyes at the sound of his nickname coming from her lips, for once feeling overwhelmed with love from people she felt closest too.

    "Oh no Theia, please don't cry. Fred will kill me." George pulled back from the embrace as he held her face in his, a look of concern blending with fear filling his face. But the look and George entirely was pushed from her view.

    Fred had replaced his brother in front of her, his warm hands replacing George's against her cheeks. A lone tear had escaped her eye but his thumb caught it before anyone else managed to see.

    "Did you make her cry?! George she's been here for two minutes." Anger flashed on his face as he turned to look at his twin, his hands still gripping her face tightly.

    Theia lifted her own hands to cover his, bringing his attention back to her. "Fred, they're happy tears. I promise." Her voice was barely above a whisper but it was loud enough that he heard. His features immediately softened, his brown eyes filling with warmth at the sight of her.

    "Oh how I missed this face." His own voice was soft, his thumb gently brushing against her cheekbone as he spoke.

    Controlling her blush at those words was much harder, especially with the look he was giving her in that moment. Luckily for her, Ron cleared his throat from behind Fred which saved her from a response.

    "Fred, why are you holding her face like that?" Ron's voice was laced with confusion, her eyes flickering to see that confusion displayed prominently on his face.

    And with that, Fred's hands fell away from her face and he stepped away from her. Theia watched as a soft pink colour creeped up his neck, prompting a similar warmth to creep up her own cheeks. His blush was similar to Ron's but less of a bright red colour, it's softness relating to how he behaved around her.

    He was beautiful when he blushed.

    Theia quickly snapped out of the direction of her thoughts, turning her attention to Ron who was looking at her as if she had five heads. She shook her head at him, praying that he wouldn't try to ask anymore questions about what happened with Fred.

    "Uh..nothing Ron, Theia was just upset and I was comforting her. Nothing more." He rushed his words, which meant he would not be saying anything else on the matter.

    Disappointed pooled in the pit of her stomach at the tone of Fred's voice. Her eyes flickered from Ron's face to Fred, who was looking anywhere but at her. And with that, she knew whatever emotion that was there moments before was now gone.

    Drawing in a large breath, Theia picked up her bags and broom from the floor and turned towards the winding staircase that disappeared into the many floors above. Without saying anything else to the three brothers, she decided it was time to find Ginny and escape the complicated emotions on the main floor.