SOFIA | ❨ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ❩ UNDER MAJOR EDITING!

Chapter Seven.

Monday quickly came and a tsunami of anxiety struck Sofia Cherith to the core as she ate breakfast that morning. The cigarette that she had woken up early for to smoke to ease her anxiety didn't help at all. She felt like if she even wanted a tiny sense of relief, she would have to smoke a whole carton of them.

Sofia didn't speak to anyone that morning in the Great Hall. The only sound that came from her was her foot hitting the floor from shaking her leg so much.

Sofia really thought she was going to be able to handle this. The whole weekend she had felt so prepared. But, when she woke up on Monday morning that all changed.

People at the Gryffindor table could feel the anxiety coming from her, which made them anxious as well. Lily could not even being to understand why Sofia was so nervous. She had attempted to have many different kinds of conversations with the anxious girl, but Sofia wouldn't budge. She didn't feel like speaking. She simply just wanted to hide in her bed, and feel the comfort of loneliness sink into her pale skin.

When school had officially began that day, she mentally prepared herself.

She thought about her Dad.

"You'll be alright sweetheart."

"Hey, just breathe. Just calm down. You're not alone, Mom and I are right here beside you. Always."

"Everyone is going to love you."

She could feel a panic attack trying to claw its way through her body, but she tried her best to swallow it. She felt like the pit in her stomach only grew deeper as she approached Year 5 Divination.

"You're not alone, Mom and I are right here beside you. Always."

As she stepped into the room, a faint smell of tea leaves filled her nose. She looked around the room, spotting a few familiar faces. Malfoy being one of them unfortunately.

'I can do this.'

She looked for a place to sit, taking note on how everyone knew their spots in the classroom.

'Just find an empty spot and sit. Simple. I can do this.'

She continued to look around the room, but to no avail, every spot was taken.

'I can't fucking do this.'

Sofia quickly turned on her feet and went back to run towards the door, feel her breath becoming more unstable as she did so.

As she was about to run out the exit, she felt her body bump into someone. She looked up and saw another familiar voice.

Neville.

"Oh—it's you..."

Sofia couldn't take the disappointment on his face. She just wanted to run off, but she wanted to apologize for bumping into him.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Are you alright?"

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.'

"Fine."

It was the only thing Sofia could utter.

Neville looked at the girl with nothing but concern. She looked sick. She looked how he did when he was about to pass out.

"Leave..." she spoke.

"What?

"I-I-I h-h-have to— go. Leave."

She bumped into him once again, but only to leave the classroom.

At this point, he was past being concerned about the girl. He hadn't seen her like this, and he wanted to figure out what was going on.