Poe; beautiful and strong. She carries her mother's thoughts, the ones that writers call an unworldly and strange. She found comfort in story tales, the words seemingly painting what Poe calls happiness. She takes on her father's strength, the ones the fighters call the work of a goddess. She dreams in the past when nights in shinning arm were the geniuses that now fight with theirs minds and no sword. She relishes in the power her father has, the mind that her mother brews and in her own detailed imagination.
Eden-Poe Lysander; queen of her own.
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The painstaking truth of last years affect was evident on every face, in every tear and every prayer to Merlin himself. No matter your house, blood or power, fear was an inevitable drug and it was beginning it roots through and through.
Poe walked down the train hall keeping her head down not wanted to see any more sad faces or have anymore looks of pity. When you're the girl who's bestfriend was killed, your a target of pity.
Poe received more than 1,000 letters over the summer. All which read things like "stay strong" or "you're in our prayers" and Poe hated that.
Of course she was great full but she hated it at the same time. The constant reminder that she was a sad girl in need of constant reminder that she wasn't alone. The pain of knowing that this was the only time anyone was ever gonna remind her that she wasn't alone, a time on behalf of someone else.
I don't want to be in your prayers. Poe thought as she continued looking for a compartment.
"And why is that?" Someone mocked from behind her. Sickening was the voice, and the person it belonged to made no matters better. With the embarrassment that someone heard her thoughts, Poe turned around and face the voice.
"I don't need to explain myself to you, Malfoy." Poe scoffed.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows and smirked at the girl. "Dearest Poe, you grief is blocking your mind. Have you forgotten that you spoke to me, enlisted an issue to me?" He asked with a sarcastic undertone. He could see Poe's eyes flicker from hurt to anger.
Truth be told, he loved it.
"It's Lysander to you, and for your informative, I was speaking to myself." She said calmly. Poe turned back down the train hall but turned back quickly. "And Malfoy?" She asked. He nodded with a smirk as he crossed his arms.
"I don't grief. I never have and I never will. Pain is pointless, so your sorry attempt to make me feel some pain is completely insane." She huffed.
"Never pain, just something." He spoke clearly and walked away.
Poe stood silent as she slowly gathered what he said.
"Never pain, just something."
Poe didn't have the energy to focus any longer, she turned back down the train hall and continued finding a compartment to sit in.
She heard Hermione speaking from a few compartments ahead to which Poe picked up her speed and finally rushed inside their compartment.
"Poe!" Ron cheered. Poe to a seat next to him and gave him a sister's hug.
He hugged her back and ruffled her hair like his brothers did to him. "Are you alright?" He asked.
Normally Poe would be annoyed and stay silent but with her friends, she new that they felt the same. Although Poe new Cedric far longer than anyone else it was no matter and no fair to compare length of relationship at a time like this.
"It been as hard for me as anyone else." She answered simply. "We should be asking Harry if he's alright." Poe said placing her hand on Harry's shoulder.
