Scars 🗝 Fred Weasley

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Everyone was staring down at her she didn't want to answer and would never if she could help it, she started to panic, and a pang of pain spread through her side as she reached to finger her locket and think of a response.

The only thing she could think of was a terrible excuse, but she had no choice unless she wanted to tell them, which was not an option.

It never would be.

"Um, could I tell you guys another time it's a bit of a long story, and it really isn't that interesting" she managed to say voice tence.

She started to pull the top of her turtleneck up feeling like everyone could see through her and read every individual scar.

Mr. Weasley was about to say something, but Mrs. Weasley interrupted him, "That's fine honey, you look very tired from the journey anyway, you can tell us another time."

Constance gave her a grateful smile, but everyone was still staring a little as they started to return to their food.

"Oh, stop it you are all adults now there's no need to stare" Mrs. Weasley snapped, she watched as their gazes left hers and found somewhere elsewhere in the room to stare.

All throughout the meal Constance couldn't help but notice Fred kept looking at her and giving her a bit of a look, like he was trying to read her. She made sure not to make eye contact and tried to chime back into conversation or at least nod and laugh at the right times.

The rest of dinner wasn't that interesting they mostly talked about how school was going, the twins store and Ron and Harry's training.

When dinner was over and she offered to help wash up, but Mrs Weasley shooed them all off, she'd said "you all look very tired go get ready for bed and have a good night's sleep."

They all went upstairs to change, Constance had on full winter pyjamas from marks and spencers--she always liked to keep a piece of the muggle world with her whether it was through clothes or just her locket-- as she walked out of the bathroom, she popped her collar up because she wasn't bothered to leave her hair down to cover her neck.

She walked over to the door and clicked it open and she was greeted with Harry and Ginny half making out, too stunned to register what she'd just walked in on she slammed the door mumbling incoherently under her breath.

"Make sure to lock I wouldn't want your mum walking in."

Ginny made a sound of acknowledgement then she assumed they carried on.

She really didn't know what to do it would be rude to nose around someone's house without permission, especially if she didn't have a Weasley with her, so instead, she opted for the stairs.

She sat there drumming her fingers on the stairs until she felt something in her pocket as she shifted, frowning she pulled out what she realized was a miniature copy of Fantastic beasts and where to find them.

She grinned to herself cracking open the book that had just saved her from a lifetime of boredem.

A few seconds later George, now in his pyjamas rushed to the fireplace as another cloud of green appeared, she didn't see who it was because George was hugging the person immediately it was only when George started planting kisses on the girls face Constance could safely assume she was his girlfriend.

Or friends with benefits--if wizards did that, she wasn't judging.

George was lacing his hand with hers as they headed to the stairs only pausing when their gaze fell on her.