Bright

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Elle looked across the astronomy tower. The room was empty except for a telescope, the boy, and a blanket. She walked across the dusty floor to the pale blue blanket that spread across the cold hard wood. She placed herself gently down on the blanket.

"Why did you ask me here?"

The boy promptly turned around and walked over to sit on the blanket.

"I wanted to get to know you. Like I said, we got off on the wrong foot, and I wanted to make things right." Adrian said

"In the astronomy tower. At midnight?"

"No better time like a time you won't be interrupted." he smirked at her, and she immediately grew a bit fuzzy inside for him. He, so far, had a good streak going in regards to putting a smile on her face.

"I suppose. So, what do you want to know?"

"What got you into quidditch?"

"I suppose it was growing up with Draco. I definitely share a love for the things he does, but playing in a chaser position always made me excited. I guess quidditch brings out a new side of me that I wish I could be more often. It brings out the side of me that isn't afraid of anything, and won't take crap from anyone." Elle responded shocked that she shared that much detail with a boy she barely knew. "Sorry, I ramble a lot"

"Don't apologize for speaking your mind. Let me tell you, I was definitely intimidated earlier by you when I was getting a rise. I feel like that girl is always there with you, she is just waiting to be used." Adrian said.

"Thank you, I guess I'll have to have her play more often."

"That you shall."

Adrian and Elle talked well into the night, not returning to the Slytherin common room until well past 3 a.m. The two promptly said their goodbyes and parted ways. Elle knew that she was going to regret staying out that late in the morning, but she didn't really care. She just talked to a really nice boy and shared a great memory with him. She knew that they could have an amazing friendship.

Elle made her way over to her bed, where the journal laid still with the quill inside. She decided to pack the journal away for the night and head right to bed. She knew that tomorrow was a big day, being the first day of classes, but classes were the last thing she wanted to do. She just wanted to get to talk to her journal, and Adrian, and Draco, and Blaise, and all of the other good people in her life that distracted her from thinking about the fact that her father was a mass murderer.

Just the thought of it made her want to cry, but she couldn't do it at Hogwarts, because she was afraid that if she started, she would never stop. She also didn't want to get caught crying.

It was moments like these that she wanted Harry Potter dead. Moments like these made her just want her dad. She just wanted one "I love you" from her dad. One hug from her dad, anything she could get.

She lay awake in bed for what felt like hours, not really sure what she was missing, because it was something she never really had in the first place. It didn't make her feel it any less, though.

* * * * * * * * * *

Second year has proven to be very eventful. Only four months in, and Elle has found that her friend group has grown massively with almost the entire quidditch team treating her like their little sister. They were all so protective over her for reasons not even they could comprehend. If anyone even looked at her the wrong way, Marcus was on them in an instant. He seemed to be most protective of her, aside from Draco and Blaise.