Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. At least time I checked I didn't.
"Fred, why is mum with Uncle Fred in this picture?" Roxanne asked, pointing to the picture of Angelina and Fred at the Yule Ball; Fred's arm wrapped around Roxanne's mother.
"Uh, they went as friends," Fred lied, looking uneasy. Fortunately for him, Roxanne didn't notice.
"Okay," Roxanne said, already forgetting about the picture.
"Roxy wait!" Fred said, running after Roxanne. He grabbed her arm and she pulled away viciously.
"Let go of me!" She yelled and the students nearby froze at the commotion.
"Roxy," Fred pleaded quietly, not wanting to cause a scene.
"What Fred?" She snapped.
"I just-"
"When were you going to tell me that mum and dad don't really love each other?" Roxanne interrupted, angry tears falling down her cheeks.
"I was going to but-"
"But what? Am I too weak to handle the truth? I'm in fifth year Fred!" She said angrily. Before Fred could reply, she'd sprinted off to the tree. Fred just stood there helplessly as the students slowly unfroze. He didn't know what to do.
Thanks for reading! I don't think this is the best drabble I've written, but yeah.
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