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I stood quickly, moving out of the Great Hall. No one noticed, as all eyes were trained on Potter as he edged his way to the front of the room. I located the nearest bathroom and flung open a stall. I felt like I was going to pass out. I leaned over the toilet, throwing up. It didn't make me feel better. The room felt like it was spinning, and the same blue fog began to cloud my vision. I leaned against the side of the stall, letting my hair down and massaging my scalp.
What was going on? I closed my eyes and a flash of something flitted across my vision. Fire. It was fire, and something...golden? A circular golden object. I shook my head, lunging toward the toilet and throwing up again. What was going on? I wiped away a tear that had formed in the corner of my eye from the process of vomiting.
I heard the door open and a familiar voice. "Foster?", it let out, "Are you in here?". I wiped my face with the corner of my robes and stood, pushing open the door of the stall. I blinked, my vision was beginning more clear but I felt drained and weak. Fred stood there, looking concerned. "You shouldn't be in here", I let out, "It's..". He moved towards me, "Against the rules I know". I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and shuddered. My skin was even more pale than usual, and now it had a greenish tint to it.
There were bags under my eyes, and my hair was an absolute mess. "I look horrifying", I breathed. "That's not very important right now" Fred said, wrapping his arm around my waist to support me. My breath hitched. When he touched me there, my stomach began to explode in a million butterflies. "I'm taking you to your common room", he said, not waiting for my response.
We hobbled along the hall, I tried to fully support myself but I was feeling so weak that I couldn't. When we reached the spiral staircase, Fred sighed and bent down, scooping me up. "This is embarrassing", I mumbled. "Shut up", Fred rolled his eyes. We reached the door and the brass doorknob let out, "What can you keep after giving to someone". Fred let out an angry noise, "Stupid bloody riddles".
"Your word", I said as strongly as I could. The door swung open. "How are you so smart when you aren't even fully here...", Fred grumbled. Once we were in, his eyes widened at the sight of our common room, but he didn't say anything. I pointed him in the direction of the common room and he carried me there. Laying me in my bed, he paused. I sat up, propping myself up on one of my silk pillows.
"Thank you, Fred", I smiled, "I don't know what happened". Fred sighed, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "Don't worry about it", he smirked, "I'd do anything to get in your bed". I blinked, taken aback at his words. He continued on, "But seriously, I'd be upset too if my boyfriend got chosen, it's scary". I shook my head frantically, "That's not what happened. And he's not my boyfriend".
Fred smiled, then forced his mouth to resume it's neutral position. I was beginning to feel better, but my mind was still jumbled. "I started to see...", I stopped myself. I was being crazy. It was probably just because I hadn't slept in the past few nights. "You need rest", Fred stood. I nodded. He moved to the door of the dormitory, "Good night". I looked up at him for a moment. "Good night".
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The next morning when I woke up, Hazel was staring at me from across the room. I squinted up at the clock, it was already 11:30 AM. I groaned and sat up. Hazel took this as a signal to rush over and throw herself on my bed. "What happened?", she basically screamed in my ear. I shushed her and tried my best to explain what had happened.
"Wait", she let out, "Fred took you back here?". I nodded, "I mean, yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?". She shook her head then said, "Cedric has been looking for you all morning". Cedric. I suddenly remembered that he had just had life changing news. I should be there for him. I jumped out of bed, my stomach feeling a little unstable but other than that, feeling back to normal.
I threw on a pair of jeans and plain white shirt, throwing my hair up. Hazel called, "Wait! Maybe you should...". I didn't hear the end of her sentence before I was out the door. I roamed the corridors until I saw his mop of brown hair. "Cedric!", I called. He turned, a strange look on his face. "Hey, Sawyer. We need to talk".
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Starlight// FW
FanfictionSawyer Foster loved rules. She craved the structure of the law, the security of knowing what was to be done. Her uniform was always put on perfectly, her black hair always in a tight ponytail at the top of her head, which could often be seen swingin...