Trouble → Fred Weasley

XiV| JUDGEMENT

Even the Hogsmeade weekend hadn't been enough to cheer Sapphire up. The only thing that partially did was seeing Neville Longbottom's face light up when Sapphire dropped Honeydukes sweets in his arm, claiming that he didn't deserve to stay behind.

"You alright?" Fred Weasley questioned as Sapphire paced in their room.

"Fine."

"Liar," George replied.

"Your eyes show you're lying," Fred added.

"Oh and you'd know?"

"I would, thank you!" Fred responded with a nod.

"Sapphire, just tell us why you are pacing! It's driving us mad," George demanded as he lay down on his bed.

"I can't take all the annoying comments for much longer but someone gets roundhouse kicked in the face!" Sapphire exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "It's getting to me now, so much so that I even had biscuits with McGonagall!"

Sapphire normally ended up in Professor McGonagall's office at least once a year, crying while she ate biscuits. She liked to call it 'their thing' but, in all honestly, Sapphire trusted her head of the house. McGonagall was always looking out for her and she understood that student's life wasn't all daisies and rainbows.

"Sapphire, you deal with idiots every day, what's changed now?" Fred questioned in concern.

"Normally it's because of me and me alone. Now, It's about someone else's reputation causing me misery, Fred," said Sapphire in a low voice.

Alex's motto of 'life's not fair' rang in her head as she sat at the end of Lee's bed, who was out with Alicia.

"I think you should roundhouse kick—"

"George!" Sapphire gasped. "I'm not actually going to kick a first year. That's horrible!"

"Some of them would deserve it, they're horrible to you," Fred mumbled in distaste.

"They are...but I'm older than them and I know better...to a degree."

Sapphire beamed at them, her gloomy mood seemly left on the bed as she stood up and stretched. Sometimes letting her feelings out helped, especially when Fred and George were kind about it.

Fred Weasley stared at Sapphire Black as she left the room, wondering if she was as really as happy as she appeared to be. Sapphire was a cheerful person and not a lot got to her...or at least nothing she couldn't joke about...but it had been difficult this year for her.

"Do you think she's okay?" Fred asked his twin.

"She's no liar, Freddie, not really. She'd tell us if she wasn't," George replied, looking at the ceiling. 

"Yeah, Yeah...you're right."

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O.W.L.S were something Sapphire hated. While she adored practical magic, she would never have the natural talent for remembering written writing or have the inclination to do it. The only reason she wanted to do well was so that she could get the N.E.W.T.s to be an auror. Otherwise, she would be perfectly happy to fail them and live her life in a joke shop.

Even if Andromeda said that wasn't a good future plan.

On top of that, she'd been dealing with Oliver's constant harassment over wanting Quidditch practice every day. She just couldn't manage it all and she'd admitted that to the boy she considered a friend. He was nervous about their match with Slytherin, she understood that. Slytherin was leading the tournament by exactly two hundred points so they needed to win it by a big margin. Even if Harry caught the stitch, it was the chaser's job to find those points.