The term dragged on, Umbridge was getting worse as time progressed. It was only February and she had already handed out more detentions this year than last year overall, and she still was using that pen that scratched into skin, even on the first years who didn't know that this wasn't what was supposed to happen at Hogwarts, that she wasn't what was supposed to happen at Hogwarts.

Since Fred and George couldn't play quidditch, they had progressed significantly with their products, which had slowly steered away from pranking to try and find pain relievers that sold much better recently as more and more people suffered under Umbridge's quill, Fred and George included, numerous times. It hurt me every time I saw his bloodied hand and the words carved into it; I had yet to get a detention with her, though that more relied on Fred distracting her whenever I got close, causing himself to suffer, I appreciated it, but I always felt so guilty. He always told me it wasn't that bad, but it was clear that he was hurt more than he let on.

"Hey Jess?" a voice brought me back into the present. I just hummed a sound that I thought may make it seem like I was aware of who had asked in the first place. "I asked you if you wanted to talk about anything, you seem pretty down lately." It was Angelina, who had made her way around to in front of where I sat on the sofa in the common room, she looked concerned.

"I'm okay, just tired," she didn't look at all convinced by that, but didn't question it which was a small mercy at this point.

"I'm always here for you, you know that right," I just nod, keeping my eyes anywhere but on her. "Scooch over." She said as she sat down next to me, putting her arms around me, I wasn't sure what brought it on but tears started forming in my eyes, soon they became quiet sobs that came from nowhere in particular. She just stroked my hair and hushed me, her voice calming. "Where's that boy of yours then? He's never where he's needed." She jested after the sobs just became quiet whimpers, it drew a smile but nothing more. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked again. This time I just shook my head, not trusting myself to speak without crying again.

At that point Fred, George and Lee entered the common room, loud as ever, I quickly wiped my face and coughed to try and clear my throat. I gave Angelina a look to ask if I looked okay, she just reached over and tucked my hair behind my ears and nodded. I moved slightly so that I could bring my legs onto the sofa beside me, moving myself away from Angelina, who looked just about ready to leap into George's arms.

George however, sat down beside her and pulled her towards him and left the making out for later, when they would be alone and free to be as grope-y as they wished. Fred just sat on the ground in front of me, Lee excusing himself to go and do stuff as he so eloquently put, we had all figured out that stuff was Eliza, who had never found the courage to look at me after I found her and Lee, and had generally disappeared from the group, which felt weird because we had always discussed what our futures would be like, always including the other, but I didn't feel as sad about us not talking as I would have assumed. It just seemed normal now for us not to talk, we still saw each other so I would just have to leave it at that.

I played with Fred's hair as he sat in front of me, content that he was there, his presence in itself calming and I felt my worries lighten somewhat. From my right I could hear the lovebirds muttering not-so-sweet nothings in each other's ears, I couldn't hear specifics which I was pleased with, but it made me uncomfortable none the less. Fred had a book open in his hands, not reading it, just holding it to give the illusion of doing something.

"You okay there Freddy?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just thinking," he said, as if I had woken him from a daze.

"What were you thinking about?" I asked, trying to further the conversation.

"Just if I should ask you to be my valentine now or later," he said nonchalantly.

I coughed, "well, I'll say yes whenever you ask if that's any help."

"I'll ask you some other time." He said it with such conviction I could barely help but laugh at him.

"Yeah, you do that then." I leant forward and kissed his cheek.