Enough for You

three;

This chapter contains mature themes: slight talk of parental abuse. readers discretion is advised.

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when the party's over - billie eilish
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THE ROWLE RESIDENCE.

A large building that has housed hundreds of Rowle's throughout it's lifetime. It has witnessed many live their lives, and eventually pass, either by free-will or by force.

When father lost his job, we came scarily close to losing the manor all together. Then, out of the blue, he came up with the money. I've always wondered how....a little voice inside of me thinks that he sold part of his soul, the humanity trait in my father that simply...made him a father, things were never the same.

When I arrived home via floor powder, as opposed to apparating with my parents that night, I realized how lonely and dark the residence truly was.

'Oh if these walls could talk'

I step out of the fireplace, wiping soot and leftover ash off my red dress, I notice I was transported from the Nott Manor to my father's study. A dark room, one full of secrets.

Using my glove covered knuckle to wipe some dust away from my eyes, I realize that I have truly only been in his study once or twice. The walls are filled with photos of his ancestors, and the bookcases completely overtaken by ministry publications. In the centre of the room, his large black desk stands alone, piles of papers and other documents laying messily on top of it. I step closer, grazing my fingertips over carvings of black serpents, vines, and daggers protruding from the edges and transforming into the desks legs.

The skin pricks up on the back of my neck as a cold gust of wind bombards the thick air around me, hair flying messily to the side, filling my nostrils with the scent of pine leaves and sap. Looking over my right shoulder towards to an open window I see just how secluded our land truly is, surrounded by elaborate gardens, and a fountain, no one around for miles.

I get a strange feeling in my stomach, one of nausea and uneasiness. I shouldn't be in here. I make my way over to the door grasping the old brown handle and walk out of the study, slowly closing the door behind me. Walking down the hallway and up the stairs to the top floor, I can't hep but notice how empty our home is compared to the Nott's Manor. No portraits or lamps, no curtains or dressers either. Just completely blank, dark, lonely.

I finally reach my bedroom, closing the heavy wooden door I cast a quick 'Colloportus' in case my father feels like paying a visit and arguing with me as to why chose to leave the party without them.

Finally engulfed in my own comfort, my safe space, I begin getting ready for bed. Walking past my bookshelves of classic novels, hanging plants, and my wardrobe, I reach my small bathroom. As I change out of my dress, take out my contacts, and remove my makeup, I can't help but notice Draco's words spiralling in my mind, living there rent free as I try my hardest to get to sleep that night.

'You have some personal vendetta against having any form of commitment' he says as if it's common knowledge.

I shake the thought out of my head as I stir in my silk white sheets. Have I given Theo the wrong impression? I thought he understood I didn't want a relationship? Did people get the idea that we were a couple?

'Didn't mean to intrude lovers...'

'Theo likes you...'

'Oh don't pretend you can satisfy yourself without my expertise...'