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BREAKDOWN
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As soon as I got my breath back, I went straight to my room and told Liv everything, which only provoked her to be talking to me about Fred almost all the time. Later that day and the next one, I started to feel with a heavy heart as Saturday approached. I tried not to let anyone notice - even though I told Hermione in one of our nights about how much my father's birthday affected me - because I conceived it as something weak of me. How I can still be so attached to the man who abandoned me when I was still almost a baby?

"Lilith..." Neville talked to me on Friday night, after finishing Harry's classes. His tone was firmer than ever. "Hermione mentioned that tomorrow is not a very happy day for you and she asked us to keep an eye on you. I want you to know I'm here if you need anything."

I felt my blood freezing in my veins as I swallowed hard, Olivia and I looked at each other at the same time.

"Who else knows?" Liv asked in a whisper.

"Uhmm, she told Harry, Ron, Ginny, the twins and me," he replied counting with his fingers.

Oh, fucking hell, Hermione...

"Thank you so much, Nev." I thanked him while interlacing my hand with Liv's and starting to walk away slowly.

"She didn't do it with bad intentions," Liv said as soon as we got out of the Room of Requirement.

"I know and I don't blame her, but it has always been a private matter."

I accompanied Liv back to her common room and as I walked back to the dungeons, trying to keep my mind blank, I saw Fred and George walking as well back to their place.

"Oi, Weasley!" I shouted, calling their attention as I ran to them. "Hi, Georgie. I'll need more of that thing you gave me when I caught you with the Marauder's Map."

Fred, the one I talked straightly to, furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would you want that?"

"Mate, I'll see you in the room, ok? Lilith, if you need anything you know where to find me," George interrupted, walking away and waving back at me.

I forced myself to smile at him and then focused again on Fred.

"Do you have more?"

"I do but..."

"Would you give me a bit?" I threw in the air a galleon, making it end up in his hand.

"Is it because of tomorrow?" He connected the dots, looking at me confused. "Hermione told us it's a difficult date for you but she didn't mention why."

I deliberated in my head for a few seconds whether I should tell him or if it was too private and exposing myself too much, but considering I knew he wasn't going to give me the herb if I didn't tell him and I really needed it to soften my thoughts tomorrow, I opted to tell him the truth:

"It is... Ares Arambella's birthday," I whispered, looking at my feet. At first, I thought he didn't hear me but his long sigh proved me wrong.

"Your father."

"If you can call him that..."

He clicked his tongue and took out a little bag from his pocket. "Here you go," he threw it to me. "But you don't have to do drugs to feel better, Lilith. I know if I don't give it to you, you'll manage to get it anyway but, really, drowning in your own misery is not the best."

"I'm not going to that, Fred. I'll only have a cig and relax. Everyone's acting as if I was going to explode or something, I'm okay, I promise!"

"Aha, and I'm a dyed ginger," he ironized, making me snort with a giggle.

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