a/n; I'm just not even gonna say anything.
Actually, that's a lie.
So the reason I haven't updated this, and the reason it's on hiatus, is because my best friend Jasmine (who Althea is based on) moved to Florida (I'm in Canada) and we were sort of writing this together. So I was pretty uninspired because she was the compass for most of the funny parts. However - today I thought, what the hell. I'll try writing for it.
Here you go, and I love anyone that actually reads this. :)
simply desperate
fred
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if I cannot hear your voice
I'll be right beside you, dear
xx
"Fred..." James was trying to say something, but every time he started talking his throat got dry and his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and pressed on. "Fred...it's been four months. She's...she's not coming back."
Fred glared at his cousin. He'd come out to the Quidditch bleachers so nobody would find him. Of course, he'd forgot that James knew all his hiding places. "Yes. She is."
"No!" James snapped, losing patience in the blink of an eye. "She isn't! God dammit, Fred, she's gone! The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can get better!"
The redhaired boy just stared blankly. "She'll come back, James. Can't you feel it? She'll come back."
The fifth year sighed in defeat. It was September already, and that summer was the longest, bleakest summer for their family. They anxiously awaited the day that Roxanne would come home, smiling and apologizing "Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to be late!". But...it never came.
Aunt Angelina was in pieces. And it's not like Uncle George or Fred could help her out - they were shattered, too. The whole family was somber, Quidditch was barely played, Lily couldn't stop crying, Grandma couldn't smile right.
James had heard the hushed conversation his dad and Aunt Hermione had. It was late August, after midnight. He couldn't fall asleep, so he went down to the kitchen to make himself a BLT sandwich. His dad and aunt were whispering, so he stopped outside the doorframe to eavesdrop.
"...can't believe it, it's just so horrible."
"And George was just getting better, too."
"Harry," she started to sob quietly. "Do you think...do you think she's -"
"I don't know," Dad sighed. "But I really hope she isn't."
After that, all he could hear were his aunt's sobs and his dad murmuring comforts. He silently went back to his room and tried not to understand what the conversation meant.
"If that's what you want to think..."
"I don't think, I know," Fred was becoming more and more defiant. James threw his hands up in surrender.
"See you at dinner, cuz."
"Yeah," Fred deflated, slumping. James jogged towards the castle. "Maybe..."
"Fred, Fred!" a small girl squealed in excitement. "Dad says we're going on a trip, did'ja hear?"
Her brother smiled and hugged her. "Yep, yep. We're going to Italy!"
"It's gonna be so much fun!" she grinned, and he noticed a gap in her teeth.
"Roxy," he fake gasped. "Is that - did you lose another tooth?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed happily. "I did, I did!"
"Well, that means you'll be a big girl soon."
"Like cousin Vicky?"
He kissed her forehead. "Exactly like cousin Vicky. Except much prettier."
"Fred," she giggled. "That isn't possible."
He groaned and let his head fall onto his knees. His sister wasn't seven anymore. She was almost sixteen. But she was still just as energetic, just as...happy as she'd been nine years ago.
So, there was no way she wasn't coming back. It just...isn't possible.
xx
a/n; I dunno what to say. This is a srsbsns chapter. Sorry, but they're gonna pop up every once in a while. :P
Does this mean the story's off hiatus? Maybe. I'm a horrible updater, so hiatus-ing it gave me an excuse to never look at it again. If you don't mind irregular updating, then stick with me, but if you hate it when an author uploads three chapters a week and then stops updating for months - this author is not for you.
Love you all, dear readers. :)