Scars 🗝 Fred Weasley

4. Broken

The rest of the day was rather uneventful they stayed indoors because Mrs. Weasley insisted it was far too cold to go outside, so they spent the afternoon sitting on the sofas chatting, Constance didn't mind, she was starting to feel drained from the later night she'd had the day before.

So, she just sat there and sipped her hot chocolate, she had a love that was only increasing for Mrs. Weasley's hot chocolate, it reminded her of the way her mother made it but also the way her father did, but that made her think about them again, she tried to pry herself away but luckily she didn't have to try too hard as a voice brought her attention back.

It was Angelina, "hey Constance," she said ins a sweet voice.

She smiled back in acknowledgment.

"You have really nice hair and it looks slightly easier to manage than mine, could I try out box braids on your hair, just to practice?" she asked politely.

Constance thought about this for a second, she thought about the scar on the back of her neck, but as much as her brain was telling her no there was a small lingering feeling of yes. She had only started feeling this for the last month she didn't know if it was recovery but over time, she thought about it and realized it was a weird strain of guilt.

But this time it consumed her.

"Sure, but I don't wear it out much so you'll have your work cut out for you," she grinned.

Angelina just chuckled in response and motioned for her to come over.

So, Constance walked over with her Hot chocolate and blanket which she pulled off a very angry-looking Ginny Weasley then sat on the floor in front of Angelina who was sitting on the sofa.

Angelina was sitting between Fred and George and she turned to look at Fred.

"What?!" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious I kind of need some room," she replied motioning to Constance's head from what she could see.

Fred huffed, "fine, you know what I will also be a nice person and keep Constance company down there while you rip out her hair."

Everyone chuckled at that and she watched Angelina roll her eyes as Fred lowered himself to sit next to Constance, with what looked like a cup of coffee in his hand.

He turned to her and flashed her a grin, she rolled her eyes playfully then said, "and your twenty, correct?"

Angelina laughed then spoke before Fred could reply, "I always find myself wondering the same thing."

Fred turned around to look at her with an offended look on his face "what do you mean, you're literally dating my twin brother, twin brother might I add" and with that, he huffed in defeat lowering back next to Constance.

She felt Angelina slowly take her hair out as the conversation started again.

"Could I have the blanket?" Fred said nodding towards the large blanket on her lap.

"No, it's mine," she said glaring at him slightly but a small smile on her face nonetheless.

He stared at her for a few seconds before he rolled his eyes and scooted closer to her snatching half the blanket from her lap and making her jolt.

"Fred! I'm trying to undo her hair here, now is not the time!" Angelina glared at him.

When Angelina had taken all of her hair out, she quickly popped her collar up, a motion that had become second nature to her.

"Why do you always pop up the damn collar whenever your neck isn't covered?" Ginny asked cocking her head as if to see what Constance was trying to hide.