SOFIA | ❨ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ❩ UNDER MAJOR EDITING!

Chapter Seventy Eight.

The final day.

The train ride home was a lonely one. Even though, Lily and Ginny sat in the same seats as Sofia, she couldn't help but to stare out into the landscapes that they passed, and feel... alone.

Neville did the same. His head was pressed up against the glass the whole time, knowing that the one person he needed most, was just in a few compartments besides him.

"You okay, Longbottom?" Seamus asked from beside him,

Neville looked over at him, practically snarling. Was Seamus just playing dumb? Obviously he wasn't okay.

"No. But... it's whatever..."

Seamus and Dean both looked at each other, mutually agreeing with their eyes that they wouldn't bother him for the rest of the way. They knew about Sofia breaking up with him, and pitied him way more than they probably should have. But, they had never seen him so down before.

Lily read a muggle fashion magazine beside Sofia,

"Oh my Merlin! Look at this skirt, you guys! It's amazing!" Lily announced flipping the magazine around to show Ginny, who complimented the skirt as well. Sofia shifted her head a bit, "It's cute."

Lily sighed, and looked over at Ginny. Sofia noticed how the two of them became tense,

"I'm gonna—go to the bathroom..." Sofia awkwardly said, standing up from her seat. She didn't even give them time to respond before she opened the compartment door, and walked out.

Sofia continued down the thin aisle, not daring to look to her left, as she was afraid to see Neville.

Suddenly, her body bumped into someone,

"God, Cherith! Don't you Americans watch where you're going?"

Sofia rolled her eyes when she met eyes with none other than Draco Malfoy. That little clap at her easily made her want to slap him, but she went for the ladder instead. She wasn't going to sink down to his level of childish bullying,

"Sorry..." she muttered small, looking back down at her feet. She attempted to walk past him, but Malfoy being Malfoy stopped her,

"Whoa, whoa... where do you think you're off to? Not even going to give a proper apology? Or did your Father just not teach you manners?"

The mention of her Dad made her jaw clench, and her fist tighten up. But, she sighed, "Okay. I'm sorry for bumping into you, alright?"

He chuckled, "Thank you! I'm surprised you're still Miss angel after the death of your poor ol' Daddy."

Suddenly, a fire burned in Sofia. It lit her skin on fire. Her jaw was clenching even tighter now, and her teeth began to grind from anger. Her knuckles were solid white at this point, and Malfoy seemed to take notice.

"What are you so mad for? Didn't your Father ever tell you—"

Before he could finish, her fist collided with his jaw. The impact made him bump into the compartment beside them, and the kids in it jumped.

"The fuck, Cherith?!" Draco practically screamed, and he held his jaw.

The loud bumping noise echoed throughout the surrounding compartments, making kids open the doors and look out into the aisle.