monophobia • harry potter³ [UNEDITED]

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢. the second task

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      THE MORNING OF THE SECOND TASK WAS HERE. Nyx had only gotten a few hours of sleep which was arguably worst than no sleep at all; her body still craved rest, but she'd forced herself to wake up earlier than usual all in an effort to avoid Harry and the others. There was barely anyone in the common room as she made her way through the portrait hole, bid the Fat Lady a tired hello and walked down the stairs alone. Whilst in the nearly empty Great Hall eating breakfast (it was still so early) Nyx thought back to what had happened the previous evening. 

Again she was blaming it on her sleep deprivation... but maybe it was more than that? Her first comment had been a bit snarky after all, especially when she called Harry "The Boy Who Lived". Nyx knew he didn't like that name and she called his resolve — something she usually admired about him— selfish... Although it wasn't as if Harry had been any better either! The things he'd accused her of doing as if Nyx would ever be that... dimwitted or infatuated! 

Nyx stabbed her french toast and munched as she glared. 

She had never even kissed François before! Had he tried to kiss her before? Yes ... but only once ... on Valentine's day; Nyx had gotten so paranoid and anxious that she turned her head at the last second and he kissed her cheek instead. François was cordial about it, however, and he wasn't angry — Nyx did think he looked a bit disappointed when he handed her the rose.  

"Why am I even thinking about any of this?" Nyx mumbled to herself and went to cut another piece of french toast off to eat only to find that she'd finished without even realizing it. "... Well that's unfortunate." 

With no sweet breakfast to keep her distracted, Nyx pushed away from her empty plate and crossed her arms. She placed her arms on the table and laid her head right in the middle, she was just going to wait for Hermione, Ron, and Harry to get there. Hopefully, Harry would be too nervous about the task to bring up yesterday's blunder, and so Nyx was planning on discussing that matter after the task was over and done with; that's if Harry had found a way to breathe underwater. 

She shut her eyes, she still had about an hour or so left. Nyx yawned and quietly drifted off into a deep sleep. 

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"—X! NYX! Wake up! NYX!" 

Nyx opened her eyes, squinting them as the lights suddenly felt very bright. It was strange, she couldn't remember what she had been dreaming about. Maybe that was a good thing? Because for the first time in a while she didn't get a nightmare, in fact, she felt completely rejuvenated and refreshed.