𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

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Short chap ahead.

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Sirius and Evelyn flooed back to Grimmauld Place and as soon as they stepped out of the kitchen's fireplace she turned to him and asked, " When did that happen?"

He frowned before shaking his head, " Last summer. . . she had gotten overwhelmed, but I'm guessing if anything she with that muggle, Erin I think,"

Sirius kept the fact it had been because of what Evelyn had done. He didn't think his wife needed that in her head, she was already far behind on what had been happening. 

Evelyn ran a hand over her face, " We have to go out and look, I mean what good are we if we just sit here on our asses?" she said breathlessly, pacing back and forth, " What made her just randomly go off on her own?"

In all honesty he didn't know, well he could right of book of shite he didn't know and dedicae a whole section to Eurielle.

Sirius shrugged, " There's no telling, but if we don't hear anything soon we'll head out,"

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As soon as she had blown the blond boy back into the wall she sprinted toward the door. Eurielle felt like the world around her was melting. Adrenaline and fear mingled with her intoxicated state, which didn't help her as she stumbled down the brick steps of the townhouse and set off down the cobblestone street.

Against her better judgement she made her way to the corner of the street, looked around, fell into a letter box, and then apparated outside of Grimmauld Place.

-

Fred ran out of the Leaky Cauldron and down the street, earning him indignant shouts from the people he passed as he collided into them but he couldn't have cared less. He felt partially responsible for having set her off like he had, he'd just been upset and. . . and angry.

Angry at her for acting like nothing had happened between them.

Angry that she hadn't written to him.

Angry that he had fallen in love with her in such a short amount of time, but it seemed she hadn't felt the same.

He hadn't told her when he realized this himself, knowing her intention of breaking up with him before the summer ended. Fred had thought it was rather selfish of him to drop that bomb on her when she was going through what she was, so he didn't.

He had kept it to himself and when he saw her that day at the hospital wing all of that anger and resentment he had allowed to fester inside him had erupted. It wasn't fair to her but he was a Weasley after all, quick to anger.

Hell he didn't even really understand his emotions. He was a right prick for being so rude to her. But when she started talking about fighting he hadn't been able to stop himself from saying what he did. He didn't want her getting hurt or involved in all this, she shouldn't have to, she was only sixteen and ready to risk her life for the greater good.

Fred wouldn't say what he did was right, but it was coming from the right place. Not one of hate, but one of concern.

Now he wanted to find Eurielle and make sure she wasn't hurt or alone. He didn't care if she hated him for what he said, as long as she was okay. He would deserve it anyway.

He looked for hours but to no avail.

-

Eurielle didn't notice the pain when she landed. The alcohol had made her body warm and numb in all the right ways, but her heart was beating a mile a minute. She was surprised she hadn't collapsed from shock yet.