You, Rosalind Potter, being Harry's sister was hard, you were exhausted from running everywhere and dealing with everyone who ask questions about what happened today... It was sμffocating and today you just cracked.

You couldn't do it anymore, today wasn't the day to disturb you, talk to you, ask you questions or you would cry. You felt heavy on the shoulders like some dragon was on it.

You were sitting alone in the common room, your knees on your knees as you look at the ground exhausted and crying silently, it wasn't your day today, you didn't even want to do pranks with your bestfriends today.

But when you're having a silent breakdown, of course, someone sit next to you with a wide grin and chuckle, not knowing you're having a breakdown, your bestfriend Fred Gideon Weasley wanted to talk to you about some idea of pranks he got.

"Hey, Rosalind! I got a idea of pranks today with George, and you're gonna love it, wanna do it?"

Fred asked you with his wide smile still as you clear your throat, trying to hold back those years threatening to fall, making your throat sore from holding back those tears, you didn't want to talk but you know you have to, you didn't want to seem rude to your bestfriend...