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Bowie found herself in an uproar over the next couple of months at Hogwarts. She sat alone at the Ravenclaw table in the great hall, appearing to have lost a lot of weight, sleep, and sanity. Her vibrant green eyes had died down to a darker dull green of utter loneliness.
"Bow?" Ron Weasley gulped, sitting on one side of his Ravenclaw friend. His flaming red hair isn't something she failed to miss.
Bowie kept her mouth closed. She'd gone from having a best friend to having friends who she took the liberty of avoiding; for fear of them avoiding her first. She had come to the conclusion of where the trouble all began so she tried to do her last few friends a favor. She had given up avoiding her friends when she realized there was no point to anything anymore.
"Bowie Antoinette Frost!" Berry Frost half shouted, capturing the attention of the horrid looking Ravenclaw. She took the free seat beside the girl, rubbing soothing circles into her back.
The Weasley twins abruptly sat across from the three, startling Bowie. They bore solemn looks with a hint of concern for the brunette.
"Bowie, we're sorry for you loss." Fred started, seemingly grim.
"And, I'm sorry for not being a better friend." George added, frowning. He stretched a hand across the table to give hers a squeeze when she retracted her hand from the table.
"Really, it was George's idea to avoid you-" Fred got halfway through his statement when George elbowed him in the ribs, shutting him up.
Bowie wasn't shocked by his statement. In fact, the sixteen year old figured it had been the younger twin's suggestion. Shrugging, she opted to let it go since she was down to few friends. "Fred, George, it's fine-"
"Um...Bowie?" A throat was cleared from behind her to gather her attention. The voice of a squeak belonged to a guilt ridden Silver with sadness evident in his grey blue eyes.
Bowie felt torn upon, catching sight of the Slytherin. She had been informed by Berry how he was there to help drown the twin brother of Lex Newman. Her eyes snapped to the non-stop sobbing form of the Slytherin girl who just couldn't cope with the death of the one person she told everything to.
"Silver, what do you want this time?" Bowie asked, finding it hard to swallow.
"I'm sorry for your loss of friends. I'm sorry for the death of Judas Newman. He was a good lad. Hell, I'm remorseful for the killing of that kitten-" Silver sprouted off when Bowie rudely cut him off.
"Flames! That kitten had a name too!" Bowie's interruption held a cold tone of strictness to it. She despised Silver for the darkness he surrounded himself with, fully aware of him being able to do better.
Silver gulped, nodding to acknowledge her words. "I…"
"Save it!" Bowie growled, slamming her hands down onto the ravenclaw table. She startled most of the students sat at the table, including her Gryffindor friends who chose to accompany her. Her eyebrows furrowed at Ron, "Where's Hermes and Plotter?"
Ron shrugged, currently uneasy in her presence. His mind retracted back to moments earlier in the day. A sly smile made its way to his face. "Professor Dumbledore asked to speak to them."
Silver made a big mistake by trying to reach his older sibling. He laid a hand upon her shoulder which caused a turn of events for the both of them. "Bowie, you cannot simply tune me out! I'm your brother!"
Bowie harshly reacted. She bolted from her spot, pinning his arm behind his back to the Ravenclaw table. A slight chill of frost, freezing his hand in place as she spoke in a low growl of a whisper to him.
"You are not a true Frost! You are not my brother! If anything, you are a monster!" Bowie sneered, her eyes flickering a soft blue without her knowing.
Ron gasped, scooting a bit away.
Fred and George exchanged a fearful glance.
Berry heard the words from her sister, and saw the flash of soft blue. Her worry arose, letting her know she needed to do something to calm her sister.
"Bowie, I need your help with something! This guy told me he caught feelings for me!" Berry weakly mumbled, thinking the brunette didn't catch her statement. Her pale cheeks of ice had tinged pink with color.
Fred and George grew rather interested in her choice of distraction.
"Ooh, the Berry Frost has someone in mind?" George asked, going wide eyed with a twinkle of excitement sparking to life in his crisp eyes.
Bowie forgot about her deep hatred for Silver, releasing him and arching an eyebrow at her baby sister.
Fred Weasley had gone uneasily silent, shifting in his seat. His eyes not meeting any of theirs. He made a small, sarcastic, but blunt remark, "I wonder who it could be."
Bowie had new questions, swimming in her head. She sat beside Berry once more, placing one arm on the table while using the hand to lift her head to the green eyed witch.
Silver Frost didn't bother to stick around. He knew when he was wanted and when he wasn't. He took off, unsure of where he was going.
"Let me guess; he loves you. Since when did you befriend Gred and Forge over here?" Bowie said, eyeing the two identical red heads in suspicion. It's then, she caught the freckled features of Fred Weasley, sky rocketing into a new area of dark pink.
George followed Bowie's knowing gaze to match her smirk. He frowned, coming to an odd assumption. "Blimey!"
"Fred has feelings?" Ron snorted, stuffing an array of food into his mouth; ranging from roast beef, mashed potatoes to bacon, and other odd combinations.
Fred's ears dotted pink. "Um...I've to…"
George slapped his twin on the back, earning a glare from the ginger. "Go snog Berry in an empty corridor?"
Berry may have been red in the face, but a frown grew present. She felt tears sting the back of her eyes, but she decided to not let it bother her. "It was an accident!"
"Whatever you say." Ron dived into eating.
Bowie had other thoughts consuming her. She was a bit distracted as she stood to exit the great hall. Her attention was brought back by a man rushing to pull her into a long, lingering embrace. "Ridley Pierce…?"
The man withdrew his grip on her, squeezing her shoulders. His clear green eyes were filled over and beyond with an abundance of tears. He'd lost a nephew and daughter. "Miss Frost, come with me."
Bowie wasn't given the option to argue. She was tugged by the man into a decorative office of light blue walls, and gold carpet. She noted the walls lined with bookshelves of books, causing something warm to unfold in her chest.