The Amorist - D.M

Chapter 9 - Don't go in there

I wake up in the morning, dazed by the familiar green streaks of light shining through the curtains. I turn my head to see Ophelia's empty bed, I'm guessing she never came back last night. I huff slightly, fizzled thoughts from the evening before seeping into my memory. Theodore closing in on me, Malfoy's relieving silence.

I get up onto my feet, the cold wood sending goosebumps to shiver up my legs. I walk over to the bathroom, leaning over the sink. The pallid colour of my hands blending with the whiteness of the sink.

I could risk skipping classes for the day and say I'm not feeling too well, or I could attend classes and risk Theo trying to talk to me. Malfoy had been very clear I shan't speak to him but I can't help the pang of guilt in my chest. Theo never meant to upset me, he was just being his stupid self.

I turn on the shower, dropping out of my nightwear set and stepping onto the wet marble slabs. The hot water drizzles down my back, heavy on my curls.

I'd almost forgotten about the DA meetings set to take place this week. Harry's determined to teach us Patronus charms. The only issue is, with patronus' they are summoned by happy memories. I'm not sure I have many of those...

I can think back to when I was younger, Ron and I would play in the fields near the Burrow - hiding from Ginny. The golden light shining through the reeds and wheatgrass as I chase after his apricot hair.

I can think back to other times like my mother hosting magical tea parties for me and charming all of my stuffed animals to join in. My mothers Raven hair shining in the daylight as she dips her head down to stir a small antique teacup with an abnormally small spoon.

Then again, after all those good memories they were blotted out by the bad.

My mother's same Raven hair slushed in blood,  red trickling down her forehead from where my father had knocked her against a wall, only for her to stumble and catch her head on the knob of the door.

The pure disappointment on my father's putrid face everytime I drop a grade in school or he gives me another one of his 'I'm so disappointed in you' lectures.

The shrieking anger sounding from my mothers throat whenever I taint her oh so perfect reputation with my impenetrable disobedience.

Like I said, I'm not sure I have many.

I turn the tap of the shower off, pausing as the last drops of hot water splatter onto my hair. Wrapping a towel around me on my way out, I open the bathroom door to be greeted by Ophelia sneaking her way in. She stops in her tracks, her hairs a bloody mess and her eyes are pandered with mascara. She gives me a small smile before flopping on her bed.

"I feel so shit." She mumbles onto her pillow.

"Did you drink?" I ponder.

"Yeah, there was a party in the commonroom - where were you?" She turns over to look at me as I slip my dress-shirt on.

I pause momentarily, there's no way I can tell
her I was with Malfoy, I'd never hear the end of it. "I just went for a walk."

"You're boring." She states, rubbing one of her eyes. "You should've seen Parkinson, she was snogging it off with Pucey." She sniggers.

I zip up my skirt and furrow my eyebrows at her, "Parkinson? I thought she was with Malfoy?"

"That's what I thought, turns out he dumped her last night at the ball - I mean really how much of a dick can you be to dump someone at the ball?" She states quite plainly, scratching her head and tugging at her duvet.

She grumbles on about something at the party but it slowly drowns out in my ears as I begin to understand why Malfoy was at the Astronomy tower last night. I still don't quite get why he'd break up with Parkinson, though. I'm not oblivious to the fact their families are close friends but I'm also not oblivious to the fact Parkinson is completely inlove with him. Then again, I could hardly see him loving anyone.