An Art of Balance

Chapter 27: Skewed Perceptions

To distract herself from her mind crushing thoughts, Lizzie wandered the sunny grounds for some time. She had no particular destination in mind but it was still too early to meet Charlie at the Reserve and the thought of returning to the castle made her feel positively sick. All that was waiting for her there were Rowan, the nasty rumours and the judging stares of her peers. The thought alone had her throat tightening; out here, under the open sky, she at least felt like she could breathe more freely.

The fresh air and sunshine helped restore her physical energy, but Lizzie didn't feel better at all. She had no eye for the budding flowers lining the pathways or the blinking of the sun on the surface of the Black Lake. All she could focus on was keeping the broken pieces of her heart together. Orion had looked so resigned when she had informed him of her decision, and even though he had been quick to keep himself in check, the flash of disappointment shining in his eyes hadn't been lost on her.

Every time she thought of him, the longing for his company grew almost unbearable. The realisation of what she had thrown away before it could even have a chance to begin threatened to suffocate her.

Lizzie was blinking back the tears that just didn't want to stop welling up in her eyes, but she refused to cry any more of them. She had brought this upon herself after all and had done the right thing in the end. Maybe the pain tearing at her insides was the just punishment for all the lies she had told to the ones she supposedly held so dear.

After some more aimless wandering, Lizzie directed her steps towards the Creatures Reserve. She had just passed Hagrid's hut, when the faint sound of her name had her stop and turn around.

Skye was jogging down the steps that led back to the castle. Apparently, Penny's Pepper-Up Potion had finally kicked in; Skye was looking a lot fresher than before; her face had a healthy colour from running and her movements were full of her typical vigour, a stark contrast to Lizzie's sorry state. But she highly doubted any potion in the world would have helped her feel better anyway.

"Jameson," she shouted again as soon as she was within earshot. She quickly caught up with Lizzie, her breath not even unsteady. "There you are, I've been looking for you."

"Well, now you found me," Lizzie answered wryly, not really in the mood for a conversation. She hadn't seen Skye since that morning, when she had shut a door in her face to keep her from prying.

Skye put her hands to her hips and looked her up and down. "We need to have a word."

Lizzie couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Seems like I'm doing nothing but talking today."

"You're going to tell me what the hell's going on right now," Skye huffed, bluntly ignoring Lizzie's sarcasm. "Rowan and Penny are acting all weird and I heard that moron Everett talking shit about you in the Common Room."

Her green eyes flashed angrily. "Gave him a bloody piece of my mind. He's been badmouthing you all over the school, it seems."

Relief washed over Lizzie at hearing Skye's words. Of course, having a teammate spreading stories about her was awful, but at least it hadn't been Rowan's work after all. Lizzie felt yet another pang of guilt at having suspected her in the first place.

"What did he say?" she sighed. She did have a good guess, but wanted to hear it from Skye herself.

"He said you've been messing with Weasley and the captain at the same time." She snorted in disgust as she continued. "Called you a few very nasty things as well, but I'm pretty sure he won't repeat those anymore."

Lizzie rubbed her temples; the pain hammering behind them was starting to come back at her words, spreading down into her jaw and neck. "Do I even want to know what you did?"