In the Melancholy Moonlight

Chapter CXLVI: Don't Forget to Breathe

I'm still learning to love
Still holding my tongue
Still playing where it's safest
And I'm still trying to be strong
Still stumbling along
To people and to places
That will take me where I need to be
Find out who I'm calling me

Life has only begun
And already I'm
Not sure if I can make it
But it's fine, I'm learning to fly
I'm saying goodbye
To people and to places
That make me less than I can be
Don't care if I'm really me

I am ready to try
This thing we call life
Though I won't do it perfect
And I'm still so terrified
Still so scared to die
But maybe it's all worth it
If I go to where I need to be
Find out who I'm calling me
Fight off all the negatives, the worries and the doubts
And don't forget to breathe

"Don't Forget to Breathe"
Anson Seabra

LUCY:

Despite the incredibly late night, I slipped out of the dormitory early Sunday morning to avoid having to face Hermione again. I didn't want to face anyone again, really, not for a while. I was planning to head down to the Black Lake with homework and just disappear for the day, but when I reached the common room, I was (somehow) not the only person awake.

George's head whipped around. "Cub! Great! You're up!"

"Would you mind getting Ginny?" Fred asked, his head whipping around a second later.

"We need to talk to you," Angelina added.

I nodded. "Er, yeah, sure. Just give me a second."

I turned back and crept up the stairs, unsure of what on earth those three possibly had in mind for us. I found Ginny's dorm easily enough and whispered a silencing charm as I tiptoed inside. I bit back a laugh with some effort when I spotted her — true to form, her feet were on her pillow, and her face was buried in the blankets at the foot of her bed. She always started the night with her head on the pillow, but by morning, she always found a way to tangle herself up, always while sound asleep.

Managing to hold back my giggles, I located her shoulder, buried though it was beneath yet another blanket, and shook it gently. Her arm shot out, swatting at my face, but I jumped out of the way.

"Merlin, Gin, it's just me," I whispered, fighting even harder to hold back my laughter. I caught her hand, still flailing in the my direction, and gave it a tug.

She finally lifted her face from the blanket mound she had created, and her eyes widened when she saw it was me who was holding her hand. "Oh, sorry, Lucy, I thought you were someone else."

"Do you do that every time someone has to wake you up?"

"Yes, she does," came the sleepy voice of one of her roommates. "It was nice seeing her do it to someone else for a change."

Ginny flushed and threw her pillow at the guilty party. "Shove off, Aitchison. What's up, Diggory?"

"Your brothers and Angelina sent me up here to get you, apparently they want to talk to us."

"At the arsecrack of dawn?" she groaned, looking out the window at the just-barely-lightening sky.

"Apparently," I replied with a shrug.

She groaned again and pushed herself up. "Brilliant. Well, let's see what they want."

We made our way down the stairs together after her friend threw the pillow back in retribution.