DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

sixteen

Term began relatively easily for Dorothea, Ezra flirted with her as normal, Leila continued to seem happy, Elvira complained about Cedric, and Adrian treated Dorothea with the same civility he always had. Elvira had encouraged her to confront Adrian, to make him regret his words and actions, but Dorothea didn't have her best friend's fire (or desire for trouble.) In their first potions lesson back, Dorothea dreaded being sat beside her partner, Fred, but it was instead George Weasley, who sat behind the pair next to Oliver Wood who was pestering her. As soon as Snape had gotten them to begin their potions, he had thrown parchment at the witch, whispered her name ten times, kicked the back of her chair five times, and then finally resorted to throwing an ink pot at his brother, covering his white shirt in ink. 

"You fucking-" Fred started, grabbing his own ink pot and tossing it at his brother, covering his face in blue ink.

"Dickhead-" George said, grinning as Fred tried to cast a cleaning spell onto his back, but kept on accidentally hitting Dorothea, and eventually George, cleaning his face. 

Fred turned to the witch beside him desperately, gesturing to his shirt, he said, "can you?"

"No," she said sweetly, turning back to the potion.

Severus Snape was watching them over his newspaper from the front of the classroom, "twenty points from Gryffindor," he said calmly, "for foolishness."

Dorothea stifled a laugh and looked back into her cauldron, ignoring George's whispers. After a while, he apparently got impatient.

"Dorothea," he said, in a quiet speaking voice.

The blonde witch smirked into the cauldron.

"Dorothea," he said, a little louder.

Fred's shoulders shook as he held in laughter, he grinned noticing the witch beside him also shaking a little.

"Dorothea," George said, loudly.

Severus Snape stood up but Dorothea had still not turned around, so George Weasley got up out of his seat, and shouted as loud as he could,

"Dorothea Rosier!"

Elvira, who was in front of Dorothea and Fred couldn't help but erupt into giggles, and as soon as she heard her best friend, the blonde girl was also set off. She spun around to face George and said, "there's no need to shout, Weasley."

"Detention," Snape said tiresomely.

"Can it be with Dorothea?" George asked hopefully.

The potions master had a disgusted expression on his face, and shook his head as he retreated to his desk. 

Fred turned around and grinned, "fucking idiot."

"Get her to speak to me!"

"No can do," he laughed, and so George began the charade again.

"Dorothea Rosier," he said, a little louder than a whisper.

The witch slammed her ladle down onto the desk and turned around, "what?"

Fred spun around on his seat to watch the interaction, grinning at Dorothea's attempt to conceal laughter.

"Why's Camille annoyed at me?" George asked innocently.

Oliver and Fred both couldn't help but laugh at the patheticness of the statement and so again, points were taken.

"I've not seen her in a few days, Weasley," Dorothea said, rolling her eyes.

"Find out," he pleaded.

Camille Rosier did approach her at the end of their first day back at lessons, she looked tired, and hugged her cousin, sitting down beside her in the great hall at dinner.