Never Is Our Always

Scotland! Scotland! Scotland! 6

(Minnie pov) (a week later— January)

"Look at you in your new boots," Fred grins, crossing his arms as I danced around in my boots.

"They're so comfy!" I giggle happily, spinning around before beaming at Fred.

"Ready to go?" I nod my head as he hands me my backpack. George was out but we said our goodbyes the night beforehand.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was ecstatic to go away with Fred.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Fred laughed at me, "come on, let's go." I nod as he takes my hand and I felt overjoyed with excitement.

"Are we going by floo network or muggle?" I ask him.

"Muggle, so you need to help me," Fred chuckles.

"Oh! Airplane!" I smiled broadly, "do you have the tickets?" He nods and I clapped my hands, "perfect."

—

We started walking through the airport after the baggage woman took our belongings. Her eyes felt like they were still cutting into me.

As we past an old couple, I felt them glare, so I glanced at them, they were scowling.

I felt everyone's eyes on me, I could feel myself cower slightly because they didn't look at Fred the same way.

I look down at my skin then at the passing people who still gave me glaring looks.

Do they really care this much? My heart sped up, what would Fred think about them?

-

We sat in the airport and waited in the waiting area for our plane to land so we could get on; I saw how nervous Fred was, I think he would of preferred to go by broom.

"Bub?" I say and Fred looked at me, I held my hand out and he put his hand on top of mine, I carefully turn his hand around, palm up and started drawing stars and other shapes.

"What's up, are you nervous?" I shake my head before humming as I drew another circle.

"But you are," I reply, "I think this is rather exciting."

"How could you tell I was nervous?" Fred questioned me.

"It's how you fidget," I reply, occupied by drawing in his hand, "you go from the right to the left in your seat or on your feet, then you look around the room for an escape." Fred looked surprised as I hum happily.

"You're very observant," he replied, then lifted his hand, I blink quickly as he cups my chin softly, "did you have a blood nose this morning?"

"How did you know?" I ask.

"Your face is slightly swollen," he replied, "how's your leg?"

"Perfect," I reply, "it was better than this morning." Someone passed us, giving me a scowling look and I gulped slightly and then smile at Fred, he looked pissed.

"All right, what are people giving you dirty looks for?" Fred said, clearly pissed off now.

"Uhm," I look at my hands again before sighing, "it's because I'm not like them or you, Fred." It was bothering me that I had to explain to Fred that muggles weren't the nicest to people who weren't white.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked, looking confused. "You're human too, or are you?" He goofily smiles at me, but I didn't smile back.

"It's because I'm not white, Fred," I said blankly, he scoffed.