Serpentine ; Fred Weasley

Thirty-five

After the first week of the new year, it was time to go back to Hogwarts.

I hadn't seen Fred since before Christmas, the morning after that dinner and I was missing him a lot.

I had never felt this way when not being near my boyfriend. It was weird missing him the second he left.

It made me think how I loved Felix but at the same time, he never made me feel the same way that Fred did.

"Mum!" I heard Maya shout through the house. "Have you seen my cauldron?!"

At the same time as she shouted, footsteps appeared outside of my bedroom before Carter showed up, closing the door behind him.

"What do you want?" I asked, walking back and forth between my dresser and my trunk to pack everything I needed with me back.

"You're not going back there with that bag of weed." He said. "I'm taking it and I'm getting rid of it."

I paused before straightening up, looking at my brother to see if he was joking, but he seemed very serious about it.

"Who do you think you are?" I laughed. "Piss off."

"I don't want you smoking weed, Kai."

"Okay?" I frowned. "You aren't the boss of me. Like... fuck off you fucking idiot."

Carter walked over quickly, grabbing the bag of weed that I had hidden in my trunk.

"Carter!" I exclaimed and when he turned his back to me to leave my room, I ran after, tackling him to the floor.

The bag of weed fell from his hands and slid across the floor and while Carter groaned in pain, I crawled across the floor to get the bag though just as I reached it, I was dragged back across the floor by Carter who had a hold of my leg.

When he tried to get it, I tripped it and as he fell to the floor again, the door open and dad stood there, looking down at the two of us and the weed that laid by his feet.

Oh shit.

As dad crouched down to pick up the bag, he looked disappointed.

He sighed loudly, running a hand over his forehead before he looked at us.

"Which one of you does this belong to?"

"Carter." I said without thinking, causing my brother to snap his head in my direction. "He came in here to get me to hide it for him and when I threatened to tell you and mum, he tackled me."

Why am I blaming my brother...

"What?!' Carter laughed. "That's—"

"Carter." Dad cut him off and stood up. "Downstairs. Now."

Dad left the room and Carter slowly got to his feet while I sat on the floor.

"Why the fuck did you do that?!" He exclaimed. "You know they'll kick me out, right?"

"No they won't..."

"I'm almost nineteen, I still live at home and dad just found weed that you blamed on me. Maybe dad won't, but mum will ask me to find somewhere else to live."

Sighing, I got off the floor, chasing my dad down the hallway.

"Dad!" I called out, causing him to stop and turn towards me. "It's not Carter's. It's mine. It's my weed."

My dad scanned my face for any sign that I was lying, and then looked at the bag with a sigh.

"Kai..." he said, looking at me as well. "...where'd you get it?"