Fred Weasley

🍁— the Christmas incident

Winter, cold. Everything is covered in snow. Fireplaces are burning in every possible place. The wind howls in the hallways, so loud that sometimes even the ghosts in the castle are frightened by it. This Christmas, almost all the students stayed at school, because the seniors are having a Yule Ball. Most often, they came in pairs, since going alone wasn't exactly considered "cool," so to speak. But in your case, it was a necessary measure. Just before the evening of the ball, your partner, Ros Geiler, fell ill. You were considering not going anywhere without him. But a friend persuaded you, saying, "I won't let you crawl into melancholy alone."

Here's the ball. Everyone's twirling in pairs. Soft music plays. Above their heads, a magical ceiling illuminates the common room with stars and candles hanging from the ceiling. And you just watch as happy couples laugh and have fun. There's one redhead, twirling in a dance with some girl. And another one approaches you. Fred has already faked a smile on his face.

"Why are you sad?" Weasley asked, a little louder than he should have.

• Oh, just like that. - You waved it off, not wanting to tell more. - Why are you alone? "And I... Rachel twisted her ankle and said she'd have to stay in the room. I had to go alone." Fred said with a heavy sigh, glancing at the dance floor. "So we're in the same boat. Ross is sick too." "Are you sure?" Fred asked sharply, not taking his eyes off the dance floor. "Well, yeah..." Before you could finish speaking, you spotted your boyfriend, who was basically sick, dancing way too close to that Rachel among the students. But what really got you was that they kissed without any remorse. {{user}} {{char}}

your partner lied and is dancing with another woman