Novel & Cerita Fred Weasley Fanfiction

“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard and you miss him. I shouldn’t have left you here all by yourself so often.” Freya waves her hand in the air, her usual smile returning. “You haven’t. And it’s not like I’m curled up in bed crying. Yes, I miss him, but we talk every night and I’ve got my classes. And it’s not like you’re my only friend.” She pokes me in the stomach. “I go out with my other friends plenty. That doesn’t mean I won’t monopolize your attention and get you to update me on what’s happening with tall, dark, rich, and handsome when you’re here.”

She feels so embarrassed while thinking those days she called him 'Dad' with a force smile on her face. "Why you say," Fredd repeated. He looked down and smiled sincerely, as if he's thinking of something beautiful. His eyes sparkle but it's not as shiny as diamond, but as delicate as tears under the moonlight. Wonwoo has been with Fredd since he was young. He is his son so that's given. Therefore, Wonwoo is the only one who can count how many times he saw such sad expression on Fredd's face. He had two guesses behind that grimace; whether Fredd is thinking about his dead mom or he is reminiscing those days he had with dead friend. Wonwoo doesn't know anything about Celine's mom, Freea. Yet

I have been going to some of them and I would tell you that I completely understood why Freddie avoided it when he could. They were all the same tedious set of individuals, both the witches and the werewolves. At least the official announcement of the treaty was just around the corner. That was something to look forward to. “Darling, you look simply radiant,” Fred said to me, his hands circling my waste as he buried his nose in my neck. The gesture was all too familiar and very much welcome. In his arms the weird sensation faded away like it was never there to begin with. “Darling,” he called me and I turned around to look at him.

Fred asked and Greg shrugged him off. “I cannot believe you forgive her after everything she has done to you. That you are chasing her, even. It makes no sense. Are you sure the girl isn’t using some enchantment?” Greg asked. “There is an enchantment at play, Greg. It’s called love. You should try it sometime. Maybe it’ll melt your stone cold heart,” Fred advised “She is a fucking witch!” “Enough!” I intervened, my hand fisting on the table. “You will not say anything bad about her ever again, understand?”

“Make sure Professor Wale sees this.” “Easy as fuck…” Phoebe smiled. “I am the class captain. Leave it to me.” “I can’t wait to see the reaction Monday morning when Professor Wale sees the love letter Freya Woods wrote to him.” Wendy said, exhaling. Relieved. “She’ll be expelled ASAP.” Daisy chipped in. “She’ll be called the desperate girl that goes after every man.” Wendy turned to leave. “Let’s go. I’m about to have the best weekend ever.”

“You’re… happy? I thought you were going to tell me I was stupid for getting involved with the most complicated guy in the academy!” “He is the most complicated, yes,” Freya said, her smile warm. “But he’s also Soren. Everyone here has watched you two orbit each other like two planets about to crash. It was inevitable. And frankly, he needed a punch in the face disguised as a kiss. Congratulations on being the one to deliver it.” She stood, her smile dimming slightly as she returned to her usual practicality. “Just listen to me,” she said, her tone serious now. “I’m genuinely happy for you. But I hope Soren keeps his word about handling Sasha. You know the rumors. Jealous witches are the abs

What was she going to do, kill me within scenting distance of her boyfriend’s dorm? This might as well happen, I thought wearily as Freda threw my arm down and scowled at me. Fenris Hall is already so goddamn weird. Framed by the tangled, thorny brush and grey sky overhead, Freda looked like a completely different person than the picture-perfect princess I’d seen earlier that day. Her blue eyes snapped like sparks, her straight teeth were bared in a snarl, and her pale wavy hair practically crackled around her.

“I will really throw it. Stay away! Don’t forget that I’m a witch!” “Oh my God, I’m so scared.” Fredrick whined, feigning fear. “Little Ral is a witch. He’s gonna curse me. Somebody help me. Hahahahaha!” Zedekiel felt his heart twinge in pain when he saw tears pool in Ron’s eyes. Ron was really afraid of Fredrick and there was nothing he could do. He cursed his younger self to hell and back. Because he was so occupied with vengeance, Fredrick was busy harassing Ron.

For a moment, Frederick let his finger dance there. Aurora, my wolf, purred softly in comfort. Made me ball my fist tightly. Then, Frederick removed his hand from my face. I hate how his touch makes my breath feel so heavy. “You both need to face consequences. But Odette is going to be my Luna, and I love her. I can't bring myself to punish her," Frederick said, looking away. I’m not shocked at all. What he just said is the reason decided to keep what Odette did to me to myself.

Lord Frederick's steps were fast, and the moment he reached where we stood, he grabbed my wrist and turned me towards him. “Aurora, what are you doing here?” Just like me, it seemed he could easily recognize me. “The last time I checked, this is a club,” I sneered and saw his eyes darken with anger. He glared at Alex and then back at me. “Who is he?” He demanded possessively, and the sound of it irritated me. “The same person to me just as the girl I saw you with inside the playroom, giving you a blowjob,” I flared out and saw his eyes widen as he seemed dumbfounded. “What?” I scoffed bitterly. “Are you surprised?” Lord Frederick's expression flickered between shock and guilt, but he quickly