❝I WOULD TRAVEL TO
ANOTHER TIMELINE
JUST TO SEE YOU SMILE. ❞
between stolen glances with a
certain redhead, detentions,
snarky slytherins, and strange
occurrences, priscilla roberts
is in for a crazy first year at Hogwarts.
[fred weasley x fem...
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♫ heroes
- peter gabriel
"Oh, we can be heroes..."
✧
Priscilla stirred again for the second time that evening in a chair in the Headmaster's Office. The room was filled with familiar faces - the Weasley's, Nitara, Amos and Cedric, Harry and Hermione, and... her parents.
"You," she grunted, and everyone turned around. She was glaring at her parents madly. "Have some fucking explaining to do."
James and Angela Roberts were standing next to Dumbledore wearing sorrowed expressions. James was balding with an unfortunate receding hairline backed by a wisp of blonde hair. He had on his usual black sweater and blue jeans, matched with destroyed chucks he's somehow had for as long as Priscilla was alive. Angela's blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail on top of her head and she had dark black eyeliner smudged around her eyes. She wore a brown trenchcoat matched with a dark purple sweater and black jeans. They definitely looked a little young to be parents of an almost seventeen-year-old.
"Priscilla Anne, really? Now?" James scolded.
"Priscilla Anne," George repeated to Nitara, Ginny and Cedric in a whisper. They all tried to conceal their laughter from the tense situation. Fred elbowed his brother to be quiet.
"Yes, now. Where the fuck have you been?" Priscilla said, rising from her seat. Fred moved by her side to check if she was okay, then let her go to continue on, standing close behind her in support. "You send one letter in an entire year. I was alone for an entire year. I used to do everything to get your attention. I got into Wampus, I got the best grades, I didn't argue at being transferred to Hogwarts, and the second I get here, you disappear without a fucking trace. By the way, you should thank Amos, Molly and Arthur, they housed me during the holidays when you couldn't, and don't even think about me coming back to America with you this summer -"
"Priscilla, about that..." Angela began.
"You're not going back to America this summer, dear. You're staying, erm," Molly said, looking to Arthur for help, who just shrugged in response.
"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?!" Priscilla shouted, enraged by her parent's presence. Fred rubbed her back reassuringly, and it helped her calm somewhat, but she was still too pissed off in that teenage angst sort of way at her parents for deserting her. It was completely justified behavior, of course, but it still freaked Fred out a little bit to see Priscilla so angry.
"Is he your boyfriend-" James began but was shushed by everyone as Fred had to hold a now fuming Priscilla back.
"You might want to sit back down," Dumbledore warned. When Priscilla didn't move and Fred didn't move either, Dumbledore sighed and continued. "It is no question that you have a rather extraordinary gift, Ms. Roberts. You were able to cast spells that do not exist, existing spells at levels of strength never seen before in history, and you were even able to reverse the killing curse, something never done before, with a spell only Heirs of Hufflepuff are able to cast."
