One time when Arabelle was in her seventh year, the eve before the final quidditch game, Gryffindor vs Slytherin, she had overheard Anderson McInnis the syltherin captin taunting Fred and George. Calling them out in front of everyone in the great hall about how Charlie had only made them beaters because they were his dirty blood traitor weasley family. He had threatened to make sure they wouldn't survive until the end of the game. Arabelle had confronted him and a big fight broke out between them. Charlie had gone running to the great hall as soon he heard about the argument breaking out. But he was too slow. Arabelle was so angry that the plates and goblets and cutlery started shaking all along the slytherin table as if there was an earthquake underneath the floor. Charlie ran into the great hall just in time to see thousands of shards of shattered plates and cutlery exploded into the air off of the table. Her black temper had made another appearance.
When Arabelle was angry things happened that she couldn't control. That's what happened on the summers night when Charlie told her about the letter and everything changed. She was angry and hurt. She felt more angry than by some stupid 17 year old slytherin spitting nasty venomous words in her face. She was hurt because she had trusted Charlie and she had been wrong. Things were beginning to shake violently around the room, a vase filled with pale roses fell from the coffee table and smashed as water bled onto the floor. Picture frames were dropping from the walls, the glass shattering and distorting the faces of the people within into unrecognizable contortions. Pots and pans were flying in different directions around the kitchen, and the cutting knives were hovering in the air, pointing towards Charlie, threatening him. Ginny was crouched in the corner hands over her ears and her eyes screwed shut. The twins where standing, backs to the wall, next to the door unsure whether to stay or run. Bill and Charlie were trying to fight their way towards Arabelle to try to calm her down but glasses and mugs kept flying through the air fast towards them and they were struggling to blast them out of the air before they were hit. Arabelle felt out of control, the objects in the room were flying around as fast as the thoughts and memories of her and Charlie were flying around inside her head. The time they had snuck out in the middle of the night when they were fifteen to go flying on Charlie's New broom, the air was so cold it hurt her lungs and she dug her nails into Charlie's ribcage so hard he bled. The day they had gotten matching tattoos after they left school and Molly had been so angry she didn't speak for the whole day. That time in the summer of their sixth year they had taken the keys to that muggles fast car that lived up the lane while he was at work, and had driven it for miles as fast as it would go down abandoned roads that no muggles remembered anymore, her hair flying behind her and the smell of petrol in the summer heat fogging her brain, Charlie's bare muscled arms burning in the sun and laughing together like maniacs. The nights when thunder storms would shake the house and she would climb into Charlie's bed the warmth from his body making her forget she was scared. It all felt fake now. Like she had woken up from a dream so vivid and colourful but Charlie had never been there with her like she thought he had. The pain was real though, a pain in her heart that was so bad now she thought it was going to kill her. She would drop dead and none of it would matter anymore. Her body was trembling, her palms sweaty and her mouth was sickly dry.
"Go on leave me if you want to leave! GET OUT CHARLIE. GET OUT OF MY LIFE!" She was screaming now hands shaking as she gripped her wand in her hand so tight it hurt. He had broken her. Her eyes were red and sore from the tears, everything hurt so badly she wished she would just drop dead, she wanted darkness to engulf her and take everything away. "You're nothing to me now anyway, so just go."