𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 the gift 」

chapter thirty nine

「 the gift 」

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"ELLA!" THE BOY called as he entered the hatch into the girl's dorm. If she wasn't there then he was going to check the map, he'd have to find that. Peter had it last and was scrambling around the dorms trying to find it again. Her drapes were shut so he hoped in, revealing the empty bed. She really was outside, wasn't she?

   "She left at 3 am. Hasn't come back." He heard Mary say as she pulled the drapes of her curtain open, letting out a yawn. Clearly, she had only just woken up, upon his arrival.

"Thanks." It was strange talking to Mary. He hadn't really had to talk to her except about something Quidditch related. Now, she just seemed to know everything.

Without another thought, he pulled himself back out of the room and jogged over to his dorm. It looked like his room had been trashed. Peter was stood in the middle, looking completely gormless. He'd lost it, hadn't he?

   "Where's the map, Pete?" Sirius asked, jumping down into the room.

"I could have sworn it was in here. I put it under my pillow but now it's gone." The blonde explained as he scratched his head, reverting into his timid self.

"Did you put it in the wash when you changed your sheets?" Sirius asked bluntly only to receive a hesitant nod in return. Those sheets wouldn't be back for a month. He rolled his eyes. Was there anyone competent around here?

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   The tweeting that surrounded her allowed her to settle. All the tears had stopped hours ago but her mind hadn't stopped churning. Only in nature did she find her peace. Was that to do with her being Antheian? Probably. As her mother said, she had so much to learn. Nobody was willing to give her an answer. It was driving her fucking insane, quite literally. Her mind wouldn't pause even for a moment. Instead, she took to watching nature pass her by.

She let out a whistle and the birds sang back. A small smile broke onto her lips as she turned onto her back, burying her body into the grass. Picking a thistle from the ground beside her, it gave her something to mess with.

How did she do it? It was constantly popping into her mind. Could she only talk to her mother or all the dead? Maybe someone else would be more helpful. What did she need to do to 'practice'?

   Let's not go down that rabbit hole. She'd be trying for years with no reward at this rate. It would have to wait, like everything else.

   Missing classes was definitely not the best choice. Though she didn't care about revising, she did care about failing. Actually, she didn't really care about that much. None of this was what she wanted to do in life. All of her subjects were chosen by her father. Did she know what she wanted to do? Absolutely not. Maybe doing music was her thing or maybe looking after magical creatures. She wasn't sure. It's not like she could ever have a normal life again. 

    That could wait. Both muggleborn children and adults were going missing without a trace. And there was still no words about Emma or Louis. In fact, most of her friends had been radio silent except for the odd small note they sent via the orbs. That was them reminding her that they were all still alive. They added nothing else though. Something was going on and the kidnapping of Emma and Louis was just the beginning, she knew it was. So, that left her thinking.