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Thump. Thump. Thump.
Fred's feet hit the ground in a steady rhythm.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It felt good to run. His lungs were starting to burn. His body beginning to ache.
But he wasn't going to stop. He was going to run this anger out of him. Run until he wasn't frustrated anymore. Run until...
Run until he felt the tears sting his eyes. How could she be dating him? Fred had thought, after that wonderful night by the Lake...
It should have been him. It should have been him. It should have been him.
The thought echoed in his head with each pounding step he took. Wiping angrily at his soaking face, Fred just couldn't hold it back anymore. He let out a noise that sounded less like an angry boy and more like a rabid cat.
What had he been thinking? Why hadn't he asked her? He should have. If only... if only he'd asked her, none of this would have happened.
Fred found himself in front of the Quidditch pitch. Rain had started to pour down while he was running. It was natural for him to take shelter inside. He ran into the Gryffindor change rooms and stripped off his sodden clothes, finding something warm in his locker.
And he sat. He couldn't tell you how long he was there for.
Fred's feet hit the ground in a steady rhythm.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It felt good to run. His lungs were starting to burn. His body beginning to ache.
But he wasn't going to stop. He was going to run this anger out of him. Run until he wasn't frustrated anymore. Run until...
Run until he felt the tears sting his eyes. How could she be dating him? Fred had thought, after that wonderful night by the Lake...
It should have been him. It should have been him. It should have been him.
The thought echoed in his head with each pounding step he took. Wiping angrily at his soaking face, Fred just couldn't hold it back anymore. He let out a noise that sounded less like an angry boy and more like a rabid cat.
What had he been thinking? Why hadn't he asked her? He should have. If only... if only he'd asked her, none of this would have happened.
Fred found himself in front of the Quidditch pitch. Rain had started to pour down while he was running. It was natural for him to take shelter inside. He ran into the Gryffindor change rooms and stripped off his sodden clothes, finding something warm in his locker.
And he sat. He couldn't tell you how long he was there for.