SOFIA | ❨ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ❩ UNDER MAJOR EDITING!

Chapter Fifty Seven.

When Sofia woke up the next morning, the air felt heavier. When she sat up to stretch, it almost felt impossible from the weight she seemed to be carrying. Frank climbed into her lap as soon as he realized she was awake, and she pat his head.

Sofia looked over at the shattered mirror, the pieces of glass now cleaned up and the textbook put neatly back on her shelf. Seeing it made her only realize once again how out of control she had gotten the day before. She felt very ashamed of herself.

Neville on the other hand, he bad barely slept. And hour and twenty five minutes precisely. He tried to, but his emotions were in heat, and they carried him to the common room. He stared at the lit fireplace all night, and all morning, hoping that Sofia would come walking down the stair case. But, she didn't. Why would she? She didn't want to see him.

The little time he did sleep, he dreamt of her. He dreamt of her smiling at him. Laughing with him about something stupid. But, when he woke up and realized it was only a dream, he cried silently into his pillow. He felt completely broken, and the only person that could put him back together, wanted nothing to do with him.

The times before where they had gotten into little, petty arguments seemed so ridiculous to Neville. They were so stupid. And now? He really felt like Sofia was gone.

"She doesn't want to see you."

It had been one of the only things running through his mind. The statement itself carried so much, and seemed to drop right on his shoulders.

He didn't even want to attend his classes today, but, he knew he had to. It was a requirement. He was thankful to even be attending Hogwarts.

At one point, Neville slowly dragged his feet all the way back to his dorm. Maybe, just maybe, he could get at least an hour of sleep before he would have to start getting ready. But, to no avail, he couldn't. He kept on wondering how it was going to be like to see Sofia later on at breakfast. How was he going to react?

When his friends started to awake, he got up and started to get ready with them. He was silent the whole way through, even when Dean asked how he was.

The other three girls in Sofia's dorm had finally got up, and started to get ready. Lily of course simply teased Ginny and Hermione though because she was skipping with Sofia. Sofia let herself laugh at one of the jokes Lily had made,

"See, Hermione? Sof thinks it's funny!"

Hermione simply just rolled her eyes at the blonde girl.

Ginny made sure that Sofia would be okay, and even asked if she herself could punch Bransen when she saw him. Sofia said no, of course.

Sofia knew that Bransen had got what he deserved, and that maybe they should all wait until he does something else. Because, Sofia knew Bransen was never going to try and stop getting revenge on her. He was a vengeful, pathetic human being in the girl's' eyes.

Ginny and Hermione left, and met up with Dean. The three made their way to the Great Hall, all mentally preparing for the awkwardness that would be presented to them at the table that morning.

"Did Lily stay with Sofia?" Dean asked the two girls, and they nodded their heads. He didn't say anything else, admiring Lily for being a good friend to Sofia. As much as she could be, of course.

When they got to the Great Hall, they saw their friends already sitting and eating.

Hermione looked over at Neville, who was blankly staring at Sofia's usual seat. He looked exhausted. Quite pathetic, really. Hermione pitied him.

"Where's your girlfriend, Thomas?" Seamus teased as the three teens took their seat.

"Uhhh... skipping. That's what they told me," Dean responded awkwardly, pointing at Ginny and Hermione.