It was safe to say that Gigi was a mess. The hate inside of her was still there. After this long, she had hoped it would've at least lessened. If anything, it had remained the same as always, it not increased its hold on her. Oh, it only it could've come out after the wedding reception was over! It just had to come out in the middle of the dance. God. she thought. I'm so pathetic.

She didn't really have a clue where she was. After they had exploded at each other, neither had paid much heed to where they went. As long as it wasn't near the other, it didn't matter much to them. Fred was at an advantage; his knowledge of the area was far superior to Gigi's. He had been raised there, after all. No matter what, he would have a vague idea of where he was, while Gigi, on the other hand, was getting herself miserably lost. Lost in Weasley territory. Terrific.

Her dress was getting dirty. Its once lavender color was gradually becoming brown towards the bottom, thanks to her aimless running about and how it was close to the ground, and it was torn in a few places. Her shoes had fallen off somewhere, which was just as well; it was easier to run without them. A tired sigh escaped her lips. Where am I, now?… This was smart… Gigi sat down on the ground and let out another sigh. Why did Fred have to be such an ass? Honestly. It was stupid. Both of them were being stupid.

It wasn't often that Gigi Ardeur was being stupid and could admit it to anyone, even herself.

Why am I getting so upset over this? she wondered. So Fred Weasley had messed up and had mildly offended her. So what? It had happened all the time during Hogwarts; why should it make any difference now? Clearly the two of them were far from getting along. They never had, so why would they now? It was expected, the tedious spats between Gigi and Fred. Expected! Gigi knew it was, she knew it was okay, yet her conscience wasn't satisfied with it. It wasn't right. It wasn't right to have been away from each other for eight years, and still be at each other's throats. The thought seemed absurd and the obvious, best solution was to let bygones be bygones. Could they – would they? – do such a thing?… Perhaps. Certainly it would take some time, but perhaps they could manage to be civil to each other.

For now, though, this awful hatred remained, and it was absolutely horrible. So horrible, in fact, that Gigi was surprising herself with her reactions. Sitting there, lost and alone, and thinking about what Fred had said, Gigi had started to cry.

I shouldn't have gotten so upset. she told herself. He meant well. There aren't that many things to compare gray eyes with, anyway. When she thought about it like that, it didn't seem insulting at all for him to say her eyes reminded him of silver sickles. It wasn't the most romantic description she had ever heard, far from it. In a weird way, though, it was sweet. And she had been a plain bitch about it.

Tears stung her cheeks are they rolled down. Her makeup ran, leaving black around her eyes and streaks of foundation and blush on her face. Why did she have to be so opinionated all the time? It would ruin her some day unless she did something about it. Gigi knew it would. It was her undoing already in her love life. She had too many ideas and was just so damn opinionated! The guys that ever showed any interest in her were… well, she didn't know exactly, but the word that came to mind was 'scared.' To Gigi, it seemed like they were afraid of how… how… well. How headstrong she was. If she could tone it down a little, and not be so defensive and wary about the male gender, then maybe… just maybe she could find someone. Someone that could love her and just plain be there for her. Isn't that what any girl wanted – or any guy, for that matter? Who didn't want someone to love them? A sad, soft smile came over her face. Fat chance of that happening. There was no way that Gigi could stop being the way she was, for anyone. They would just have to accept her as she was and if she was too opinionated for them, so be it.

By now, her fallen tears had made small, wet spots on her dress. My kingdom for a tissue. she thought, wiping her cheeks dry with the back of her hand. She sniffled and waited for herself to calm down. Now that she had stopped crying, a strange sort of calmness had settled over her. It was nice, though why she had started in the first place kept eluding her mind. It bothered her. Why would Gigi Ardeur cry over a fight with Fred Weasley? That made absolutely no sense at all. It was crazy.

Maybe it meant she was sick and tired of having such a grudge against him, and wanted to be his friend. By now, Gigi didn't even remember what had triggered their disdain for one another. They were being foolish, she knew, but the idea of just letting it go and trying to be friends after so long seemed just as foolish, if not more so. Furthermore, it would be difficult to start a friendship after hating each other since the age of 11. No, that couldn't have been the reason she had cried.

…Could it?

The thought plagued her as she stood up and brushed off the skirt of her dress, and some of her hair behind her ears. Her eyes were still red and slightly puffy, but she didn't care, as she began to walk back. She went slowly, savoring the time she had left alone, then stopped again and looked at the sky. The azure color was so pretty. It made her smile. Somehow the beauty of the vast space above the world gave her reassurance that everything would be alright. With a crack, Gigi was gone, having chosen to apparate back to the Burrow. She wanted a piece of that wedding cake, and hopefully something there would get her mind off of wondering what had triggered the tears. Then she could go home, and she wouldn't have to see Fred again. Things would be back to normal and she could forget all about this whole ordeal.

Everything would be alright. Gigi wholeheartedly believed it would.

Everything had better be alright.