It seemed like the shadow of Giselle Durand would hang around for the rest of the Summer Holidays. 

However for one Frederick Weasleyhe simply couldn't get the girl he had only met a few weeks ago out of his mind. His thoughts of her followed him everywhere, her sudden disappearance taunting him.

To some, it may seem strange that his sudden desire to see her again had stemmed from a few late night adventures but to Fred who had told his deepest, darkest secrets to the girl understood very well that a connection had been made since the second they met. 

But now the summer night adventures over sweet milkshakes and salty fries had suddenly turned quite sour. It wasn't the same. The diner hadn't changed nor had the nice waiting staff but the atmosphere in there suddenly felt a whole lot colder now that Giselle wasn't sitting across from him, cracking jokes about her family. 

And although Fred had felt this all a million times with Angelina, he couldn't help but feel like this was something different, something better. But what did it matter, anyway? It wasn't like he was ever going to see her again, he couldn't even communicate with her. So instead Fred Weasley was left with a tiny crush, a lack of explanation and a simple wish that somehow someday he would be able to see Giselle Durand again and finally understand exactly what had happened and maybe help her out of dark time. 

George had noticed the change in his twin's behaviour ever since that night, he didn't crack as many jokes as he used to, his attention wavering every time they talked about products for Weasley Wizard Wheezes, but generally, he seemed constantly distracted and deep in thought. And for his twin who knew absolutely everything, there was to know about Fred, George was at a complete loss of how to help him as he didn't even truly know what the problem was. Although the fact that Fred wasn't leaving Grimmauld Place every night was obvious so George could only assume it had something to do with the girl at the diner that Fred seemed completely obsessed with. 

But the summer holidays were coming to an end already and they were about to go to Hogwarts for their final year of school, George needed to snap Fred back to attention, he just didn't quite know what. 

"Fred, what on earth are you doing?"

Fred Weasley froze in the middle of a step, his foot hovering above the lower stair while his eyes frantically moved through the darkness searching for the owner of the gruff voice, before he finally found the grey eyes staring at him in confusion. 

"Sirius, I was just going downstairs for a glass of water."

"With shoes on?"

"Yeah, I don't like how the stairs feel under my feet."

"You were sneaking out weren't you?" 

"Yeah I was." Fred admitted. 

"Surely, I of all people don't need to remind you how reckless that is?"

"Yeah, I know. I was just going out for twenty minutes or so, to that diner down the street."

"Let me guess, it's a girl isn't it?"

"Well it was, then she disappeared without a trace."

"Ah that always seems to be the way, doesn't it?" Sirius chuckled slightly as Fred could only respond by looking down at his shoes, tapping them lightly on the stair. "But regardless you are returning to Hogwarts in a few days and this sneaking out business has to stop, okay?"

"Yeah, I won't," Fred replied, his distracted gaze on the door that had been his first step towards Giselle and was now the very factor that had him trapped inside the house, but at the same time that must have been how Sirius felt every single day. 

So for the moment, Fred settled his gaze on the door before finally heading back upstairs to bed, his thoughts centred around Giselle as usual, maybe it was about time he focused on the year ahead and all it entailed instead of focusing on the girl he would never meet again. 

Giselle Durand walked past the ever familiar diner in the dark of the night but she couldn't stop the frown crossing her face at the lack of red hair in the diner. She truly felt like she had messed everything up. It had been so much fun, getting to know Fred in a completely different environment than what both wizards were used to. But now with her mediocre explanation and what she assumed Fred thought her sudden disappearance, their friendship or whatever you could call meeting up in the middle of the night to talk was now permanently torn. 

Funnily enough her apprehension about potentially seeing Fred again and having to explain the entire messy situation to him had more than over weighed her apprehension towards attending Hogwarts and everything that would come with it. 

But for now, with the worst summer holidays she could remember finally coming to an end, Giselle just hoped that her new fresh start wouldn't be tainted.