Tell me what to do (closed)

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The night was raining and she was glad to be inside, dry and with people. She had her door ajar so she could hear people coming and going she did this for her own sake because she was auto phobic, if she thought or she knew she was alone she did go nuts, and that was not something she wanted to deal with right now. She was supposed to be meeting someone, she didn't know who. Dumbledore's letter was somewhere in this darn room the problem was she couldn't find anything anymore the place was really cluttered. Pulling her hair which now looked brown out of her eyes she took a deep breath and tried to think where she had put the letter. Her eyes fell on the blackmail her sister had given her well it really was not actually anything blackmail the thing was just in a black envelope was all.

Thinking about her sister had her bursting in tears all over again she loved her sister and she hated what the girl had become the two of them had been inseparable and they had promised each other that neither of them would go to the dark side if their life depended on it. But than again, back in school the two of them had planned a lot of things together along with her own deceased girlfriend and best friend. She touched her locket and stroked it gently watching tears fall down her face and wet her pants. She missed them so dearly, only if she could go back in time she would but she knew that was not possible. Besides, she would never do anything without an order from someone. She was the type of girl that needed directions.

As she took several more deep breaths to calm down she heard footsteps. She now positioned herself so that she was sprawled out on the bed almost like a kitty-cat. She looked for all the world, at peace but if people knew her they knew better she was nowhere near at peace in fact, it took all she had to not go off and punish herself again, for what she had allowed to happen in her sixth year.

[FRED WEASLEY]

Fred walked hesitantly, dragging his feet behind him. The situation made him slightly uncomfortable, which was a rare phenomenon for the out-going and normally fearless seventh year. He was wandering Hogsmeade, in order to meet a complete and utter stranger. Not that he didn't trust Dumbledore, but it wasn't exactly a good time to be sneaking around in such times of war. Needless to say that being alone was not something Fred was accustomed to. He didn't even know how he was going to keep up a conversation without having George supply the other half of his sentences.

As he finally reached the Leaky Cauldron, He kept his eyes peeled for the person his headmaster had described; tall, strawberry blonde, will probably be wearing a butterfly-shaped locket. The description kept racing through his mind as he looked. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing there as he had not been told much. Whatever it was, Dumbledore sure didn't want many people to know. He assumed that it was related to the Ministry of Magic, and the fact that Dolores Umbridge was ruining everything she got her hands on. The thought brought Fred's face to wrinkle in disgust.

It made sense, after all. Fred was one of the few seventh years in DA, which gave him permission to exit Hogwart's grounds alone. He had just wished that George had been given the same task, though he had been busy with things back at the school.

Approaching a small isolated hallway on the edge of the building in which he had entered, he got up to Fay's office without much difficulty. He hadn't been stopped by anyone and managed to avoid being seen much at all. Alohomora, he said as he pointed his wand at the first door that gave him any obstacle. It quickly opened, and he approached a second door, which happened to be the entrance to the cluttered room that he had been trying to find.

Anybody here? he asked with caution before he stepped into the room, psyched to see no one except whom he had been in search of. 'Ello, Fred Weasley.. I've been sent to you by my Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, he explained lightly. His tense shoulders began to relax as he became relieved for finding her in the first place. That would be a step up on his independence scale.

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Hearing someone, she instantly sat up from her bed in fact she got up and off the bed altogether. She looked and realized there was a boy who couldn't be older than eighteen, seventeen she wasn't sure. She stretched her hand out and went to the wall finding the wall she closed her eyes and let it guide her to the door of the small room she had in the Leaky Cauldron. "Merry Meet" she said pleasantly. "You must be the one that was sent by Professor Dumbledore, I don't remember the whole detail of that letter I'm sorry, my memories aren't the best right now" she said apologetically. "Come on in" she told him as she closed the door. She opened the window in her room instead, that would be fine she was not alone he was with her and that meant there was no chance of her flipping out.

“So, I am as you probably heard Francis Lewis, you can call me Fay...what can I do for you?” she asked as she looked so relaxed all the sudden. It was good that she was not alone in the whole building but it was better that she was here with someone else she preferred it and her whole body seemed to realize the fact that she was safe and that someone else was around so it relaxed too. Than deciding that she wanted to light the lamp that was on the other side of the room, she pointed and waved her wand at it. Only, it wasn't her wand at all but a rubber wand. The thing turned into a chicken and she burst out laughing making her look years younger without the sorrow and the pained expression she always seemed to wear these days despite how serene and nonchalant she tried to look. “Oh Goddess, it's my rubber wand” she said still giggling.