Fallen | D.M

Chapter 5: Shattered

It was cold. The wind brushed through her hair weaving in the crystal snowflakes into her golden curls as they trickled from the sky.

Sounds of snow crunching beneath her feet as they all walked down to Three Broomsticks that afternoon.

Something had felt off, she could sense the feeling looming over her and despised it. Something had felt wrong ever since she had began her fifth year.

The students stared at her with equal disdain they would a Death Eater, all because of her father.

Her body was exhausted, consumed by shame, she hated the way she was branded evil, branded with a skull and snake that wasn't even on her skin all because of the man she supposedly called her father.

"Delia come on, it's freezing." Her brother hurried her when she began to slow down her steps as they walked past a group of intimidating Gryffindors.

An ounce of fear rushed through her for a second before her pulse quickened and her pace caught up with the rest of them.

"Alright?" Blaise asked, smirking, quirking his elegant eyebrows at her.

She simply smiled and nodded as naturally as she could.

After a while the cold seeped through the material of her coat and she began to hug it closer to her body, but it didn't do much to soothe her, she continued to feel cold.

Astoria taking her arm dragged her into the warm pub, finding a booth for all of them to sit comfortably in a more secluded corner, isolated well enough not to be bothered by the rest of the student body that occasionally stared or whispered with suspicion.

In the distance Adelia had looked over from the table while Blaise and Theo went to get beverages for the table of Slytherins, and spotted a friendly face in all the chaos surrounding her.

Neville Longbotton was smiling over at Adelia bashfully before returning to conversation with his friends. Possibly the only Gryffindor that didn't inch away from her like she was a disease. Sat with him was Luna Lovegood, her friend Casper's friend. The blond sent a dreamy smile her way when she noticed Adelia still looking at their table.

Returning the smile she then looked away, transferring her attention back to the table. Just in time as Theo and Blaise returned with jugs of butterbeers for the table.

"Where's Malfoy?" Daphne casually asked, twirling her dirty blond hair in between her fingers as Theo sat next to her with an arm on the back of her chair and the other taking a languid sip from his drink.

The entire table directed its eyes to Pansy, who was staring uninterestedly at her nails when the question was asked.

Pansy looked up at the silent faces, her hazel eye castigating them for no apparent reason.

"Why are you asking me? I don't know where that wizard is every second of every day." She spat, the bitter resentment barely hidden from her voice. "I'm not his lap dog."

"No one said you were Parkinson." Theo attempted to tease but the witch ended up directing her death stare toward him.

Swallowing the minuscule sips of butterbeer, Adelia opened her mouth. "He has detention, I think." Her voice was small, barely audible but it still managed to catch all their attention.

"What?" Pansy spat incredulously, narrowing her eyes at Adelia.

"McGonagall assigned him detention, he mentioned it, I think, before." The dark blond witch replied, her gaze focused on the table, nervously tracing symbols onto the condensation of her jug of sweet butterbeer.