Who: Fred Weasleycan and Nymphadora Tonkscan When: Monday evening after this Where: The back of the Hatcher home What: Fred Weasley, eater of crow.
The more the day passed on, the more Fred was debating whether he should just knick an apple or something and get himself arrested too. It was a lot easier facing death than the vitriol he and George--not entirely undeservedly--were getting. But from family and friends, it was one thing, tolerable even expected. Fred wasn't sure what to do about this army of children who never knew him, who he never knew of, and who didn't seem to know much about being Weasleys.
He was lucky that to save Fleur, he didn't need them.
But he did need Tonks, and he wanted his friend back. He wanted his life back and he wanted his family back. And if that took a verbal -----or even physical--lashing, he was no stranger to those. Fred rubbed his neck and toed the dirt for what seemed an interminably long time behind the Hatcher home. He figured he shouldn't knock, so he waited.