Cigarettes [Mattheo Riddle]

nine

blaire lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. she had stared at it for so long by now she could paint it blindfolded.

thoughts came in and out of her head freely, these thoughts entering, saying their purpose, and leaving. most of them had the purpose to make her overthink.

'could mattheo of killed goyle,
'would he of,
'has he murdered someone,

blaire sat up. she stubbornly decided she was not going to listen to her tired head. so, seeking a solution to clear her mind, she put on a black and white flannel shirt, what fit her like a dress, short black pyjama bottoms and slippers.

blaire rubbed her heavy eyes, and left the tower. she was, in all truth, looking for mattheo. someone to comfort her. frankly, he wouldn't help her. he would just tell her to shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.

whilst she was distracted and deep in thought, her body collided with a tall, warm body. it was quite comforting.

"blaire? sleepwalking, are we?" a hushed voice said from above her.

she looked up and took a few steps back.

blaise zabini looked down at her observantly.

"no, i'm awake, you dumbass. clearly i'm awake." she snapped.

"so why weren't you paying attention? god, you're so pathetic."

"piss off."

"looking for mattheo, mm?" he taunted.

"blaise, get your head out of your own arse. you know i'm not here for mattheo. he doesn't care."

"aww, you know that's not true." he smirked.

"what?" blaire questioned, frowning into blaise's black eyes.

"last night we were getting drunk,, oh you'd love to know what he said won't you?" he taunted again.

blaire rolled her eyes and walked around blaise. "god, you are such an imbecile."

blaise gave a snort of laughter. "goodnight, blaire." he said softly, and started heading up some stairs. blaire walked across the fields, and stopped at the black lake; blaire smiled as she admired the beauty, the simplicity.

the inky black waters, the moonlights reflection caressing the surface. the silence.

the way that the castle stood out boldly against its dark surroundings, it was beautiful.

blaire picked up a small pebble that was beside her, nestled in a small bunch of daisies. she raised her hand forward, about to skim it across the water.

"what are you doing here, blaire?" a gentle, comforting voice asked into the frostbitten atmosphere, and blaire could tell it was luna.

"oh, hello, luna. i just needed some air."

"that sounds rather pleasant. would you like to come back to the dormitory? i just painted our friends on my ceiling."

"that sounds beautiful! alright, fine." blaire stood up and they walked back.

luna always helped her and comforted her without meaning to.

back in her bed, which was soft and fresh, she began to think of mattheo again.