anchor || fred weasley

chapter one- mosaic

~song of the chapter: mother mother- hayloft~

"Did you really pack all of your books?", the shrill voice of Fiona hollered through the brick-stone, ancient building the Sandrins called home.
"Yes, Mother, would you stop worrying for one second?", Blaire replied hastily. She hated her mothers overprotectiveness and often wished for a less strict mother. But usually, her mother was right to lecture her, just like now, when Blaire hadn't even packed half of her things for Hogwarts.

It was Blaires fourth year at the wizarding school, her parents being overjoyed when they found out that her daughter came after them and got sorted into Ravenclaw three years ago.
But what choice did they leave her? She was raised in the presence of two of the most ambitious and intelligent wizards that Ravenclaw had to offer, and both of them were making sure that their legacy was passed on to the next generation.

As usual, her father didn't even appear to accompany her on her first day of school, but Blaire wasn't bothered. It has always been this way, her dad being focused on his work more than on her. The two parents contrasted perfectly in their tasks at home, her dad working the whole day and her mum working half days and doing the household the other half.
Blaire was so sunken in her thoughts that her brain realized too late that her Mother stomped up the stairs, headed for her room. As she opened the door, her eyes widened and she started to glare at the girl. "Blaire Sandrins! How many times do I have to tell you that we have to leave in an hour? You haven't even finished packing! Look at this mess! I expect you downstairs in thirty minutes, your room cleaned and your bags packed!"

Blaire didn't even get a chance to respond as the woman instantly closed the door and sped downstairs to prepare everything for the journey. Blaire scoffed. She had always been one to do everything last-minute and didn't like people interfering with her time plan. She stretched her arms over her head, let out a loud yawn and told herself "five more minutes."
As she finally got up, she realized how bad her room really looked. Clothes, dirty as well as clean, covered the majority of the floor and her suitcase, barely packed, was laying in the middle of the chaos.

"Okay, don't freak. You've got this!", the girl said to herself. Doing tasks she was supposed to do hours ago in minutes was one of Blaires biggest talents.
And really, twenty minutes later, Blaire walked out of her perfectly clean room with a fully packed suitcase, eager to arrive at Hogwarts and reunite with her closest friends. Almost surprised that her daughter really made it, Fiona raised her evenly plucked eyebrows while looking at her daughter who was breathing heavily and had unnaturally red cheeks. "Out of breath, are we?" ... "Stop complaining, Mother, I made it, didn't I?", Blaire answered quickly. Still unimpressed by her daughters entrance, the woman slowly got up, put her half- empty cup of tea away and inspected her daughters clothes . "Are you sure that this is what you want to wear for your first day of school?", she asked with a tone of disgust in her voice. Blaire was used to those kind of snarky comments from her mother, as her sense of fashion was completely different from her mother's. She would just put on whatever was washed and somehow make it work while her mother carefully chose her outfit every morning and wouldn't leave the house for anything before she fully got ready.

Blaire flashed her mother a quick smile. "Yeah, I'm sure. It's just school!" She knew exactly how to get on her mothers nerves.
"Are you serious Blaire? You represent our family! Don't you get that? If your father was here, he would teach you a lesson so that you would finally understand what being a Sandrins means! Now go back upstairs and put on something more appropriate!", Fiona raised her voice, being enraged by her daughters comment. "I don't think we have time for that, the train leaves in a few minutes", Blaire replied, laughing to herself as this was exactly how she wanted it to play out.

She didn't care about the whole family legacy thing. She was Blaire, and if that wasn't enough for people to respect and acknowledge her without having a powerful family, that was their problem and not hers. "Fine, but at least wear that coat I bought for you last year. It was very expensive and it would be a shame if you didn't wear it, your eyes are really complimented by it." That was a compromise Blaire was willing to accept. She took the sapphire-blue coat from the hanger and put it over her comfortable clothes.
The coat was beautiful, really as if it was made just for her. The shade of blue complimented her eyes perfectly. It wasn't too tight nor too lose and while Blaire was normally pretty self-conscious, every time she wore that coat, she felt beautiful.

Realizing there were only minutes to the departure of the train to Hogwarts, Fiona roughly handed Blaire the coal powder which would take them to any desired place. "Platform nine and three quarters!", Fiona said in an unnaturally clear voice. Seconds later, Blaire did the same and they arrived at the platform just in time. The train was already there, waiting for all students to enter. Blaire didn't like traveling like this, it always took her a few seconds to adapt to the new situation she was in and had therefore always preferred taking the flying car. That wasn't possible at most times as her father always attended work with it.
Right after Blaire pulled herself together, she saw them. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna waving their hands excessively at her from inside the train. In that moment, she felt nothing but joy and noticed her mouth curling upwards into a smile. "Goodbye Mother" was the only sentence directed to Fiona that left her mouth and only seconds later, she was entering the train.

As she entered the cabinet her friends were sitting in, her heart suddenly felt at home. The first person to hug her was Ron, as always. He shot up instantly, that redheaded boy has always had a special place in her heart and she couldn't help but shed a tear as he embraced her in a tight hug. These were the only people she would always go back to, no matter how long they haven't seen each other. Next up was Mione, her cheeks flushing red as Blaire whispered in her ear, asking if Ron had finally made a move on her. As they pulled away, she looked at the floor and shook her head. The whole group thought they were perfect for each other and both Hermione and Ron had a crush on the other, but were too scared to admit it. They've been for the last two years. Blaire looked at her, suppressing a smile. "What a scaredy-cat"
By now, everyone in the cabinet knew what the girls were talking about. Except for Ron, who looked as clueless as ever. The group erupted in a banter of laugh and finally, Ron decided to join in.
"I really missed you", Harry said, after a short break of silence, and spoke out what everyone else was thinking. The five continued to hug one another other until everyone had welcomed Blaire. That moment was the first in a long time that she had felt truly happy.

She had a connection to those four that no one would ever compare to.
Or so she thought.
And Blaire would be surprised, if she knew what this year had in store for her.
Good as well as bad.

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Have a great day,
Love, N