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Tuesday – Listen
"Fred, can I talk to you? I can't find Angelina or Alicia anywhere," Katie Bell's voice entered his ears. He glanced away from his firework plans with George and his brown eyes found the beautiful blonds blue eyes. Their eyes remained locked for a few seconds, and the solemnity in her voice told him that it was something serious. He glanced back towards George, and the look that he was offered in return told him that, even though he'd been sleeping he knew exactly what Fred had realized the night before. George nodded, and Fred offered him a small grin in return as he rose from his chair and gestured towards the portrait hole where they could talk privately.
"What is it?" Fred asked once the pair had safely exited the common room and into the halls. Katie let out a shaky sigh, and Fred's eyes found her face once more. He raised a slight brow, and was actually kind of afraid of what was about to leave the younger girls lips. She seemed to want to speak, but knew not the words to say to explain what her mind was focusing on. She slowed in her walking, and leaned up against the wall behind her, eyes focused towards the ground. "Come on Bell. What's on your mind?"
She remained silence for a few seconds more, but eventually she opened her mouth to speak. "It happened; just like I was always afraid it would. Ever since my first owl I was always afraid, and now it finally happened. I thought I didn't care. I had convinced myself not to care, but I just don't understand how something that's supposed to be so special and so amazing can have the people you've loved the most turn their backs on you completely," Katie said, her voice becoming shakier by each word she said, and Fred Weasley became the slightest bit more afraid. He knew exactly what she was talking about, but the shakiness in her voice is what scared him. He couldn't handle tears, not tears from those blue eyes that he now found so intricately beautiful. "I convinced myself to just brush it off, like everything would be the same, but I can't. I need them, and that scares me," Katie finally finished her small ramble, and finally a few tears seemed to escape her eyes.
Fred had taken every word she said into careful consideration, and found that he was at a loss for words. He wanted to say something, anything to make the blond feel even the tiniest bit better about her situation, but he couldn't. He'd never known that type of pain, so reacting to it was almost impossible. He did feel sympathy, the deepest sympathies that one could feel for Katie, but somehow a simple 'I'm sorry' didn't seem like it would do anything to sooth her ache. "Katie, I…" Fred began, but no further words left the red head's lips.
"I know. It's okay," Katie replied as she wiped the few tears from her delicately stained cheeks. Even with the streaks of sadness tainting her face, she couldn't have looked more beautiful. Fred offered her a gentle smile before wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and ruffling her long blond hair.
"Thanks," Fred began, and Katie looked at him with a raised brow, confusion evident in her expression. "For listening to the things that I couldn't say," he finished with a calm look on his face. And from that
day on, as the pair walked back towards the portrait hole, he silently promised to do the same for her; because sometimes, there were no words.
