"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, curious. "Why're you crying?" "I'm not crying." She said, indignantly. "Hey, you can tell me, you know?" I said. She stayed quiet for a moment as she fixed her hair in a neat ponytail. "Hey, answer." I said. She started to open her mouth like she was going to say something but stopped and bit her lips aggressively. "It's nothing, really. I'm worried, and I'm just looking out for you." "Yes, but why were you crying, exactly?" I asked. "None of your business." She grumbled, obviously offended. "I'm going then." I said. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, just come back." Histeria rolled her eyes as if she didn't care. As if. "Whatever. I'm gonna go to the Burrow after a week or two to celebrate my birthday with my family-" "Oh, Ron's home?" I asked. She nodded. "Oh." I said. "Do you think I could come too-" She slapped me. "You idiot! Your father-you'll get in trouble again!" "Father won't disown me though. He needs me to be a-I mean, I'm still his son, so yeah. He can shout at me, he can hurt me, he can do the hell whatever he wants to. It won't bother me a bit, he's always like that-" I said. "Why do you want to go to his house anyway?" Histeria interrupted. "Firstly, Ron's my friend. Second, Harry's there, isn't he? I would like to see them again. Also, you just mentioned that it was your birthday." I said. "Oh, alright." She said. "It's not my fault if you get disowned though." Hisetria looked like she was hiding something from me. I couldn't tell what, but I knew.
Bro's too proud to cry-
