The black wooden doors seemed so menacing at that moment. I knew they were just stupid pieces of wood, inanimate objects that can't do anything to harm me and yet...
They towered above me, throwing taunts my way in a wickedly evil voice. They begged me to try to open them: see what happens if you try, they said.
It's pathetic. This is the third time I've tried to do this. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave?
I've walked through these very doors maybe a hundred times before and...
Bloody hell, I can't do it.
Well... Perhaps, I should come back later. Right? I mean, who knows if she even wants to see me? I wouldn't want to see me if I was her. Besides, maybe I should just wait for her to seek me out first. I wouldn't want to pressure her if she isn't ready to talk yet...
Come on! Stop being a bloody coward and just go in already!
Fine!
I knocked on the door lightly and apprehensively. I waited for what felt like an incomprehensible amount of time, nervous short breaths escaping my trembling mouth. No one answered.
I knocked again. I ignored the pain that radiated through my bruised and bloody knuckles, the reminders of my crime, as I tapped it harder than before. "Alexa?" I asked weakly, almost hoping she wouldn't answer.
No response.
"Alexa?" I asked again, this time pressing my ear against the wooden door to see if I could hear her.
Once again, nothing.
I sighed. Maybe she isn't ready to talk to me yet.
I clenched my jaw, holding back the sorry tears that began to swell in my eyes.
I fucking hate this.
Giving up, I stepped away from the door before I suddenly heard the blasted thing open right as I turned my back. With wide eyes, I turned around, "Alexa?"
It wasn't her.
Instead, another blonde girl stood at the door, wiping away tiredness from her eyes as she yawned. She stood in her nightclothes, a sheer pink tank top and shorts. As she moved her hand away, she blinked, surprised to see me there. "Can I help you?" She asked, tilting her head as a few pieces of her blonde hair fell out of her messy bun.
"Oh, I..." I looked at the floor nervously. It's unbelievable how much of a coward I've become these days. "I was just looking for Alexa. A-Alexa Malfoy."
The girl's green eyes seemed to widen for a moment before they relaxed. She tugged her shorts down as she stepped into the hallway, looking back and forth before meeting eyes with me again. "You're Sirius Black, aren't you? Her... Her boyfriend?"
I nodded, though who knows if I still had the right to call myself that. "I'm sorry. I don't know your name."
"Oh," she smiled weakly, hands fidgeting nervously behind her back. "I'm Ivy. Ivy Dovetail. I'm Alexa's roommate."
A painfully awkward silence fell over us. It seemed that none of us wanted to address the elephant in the room here.
Perhaps Alexa's told her about what's happened.
"Is she home?" I asked hopefully, trying to peek into the room.
Ivy, to my dismay, shook her head. "Afraid not."
"Oh." I swallowed thickly, hands clenching together in frustration. "Any idea where she is then?"
"Where she is...?" She looked away from me apprehensively. She bounced on her toes as if she was choosing her words carefully before she said them, before she met my eyes once more. "Well... I could be wrong but..." Ivy bit her lip before facing me once again. "She said she was going to meet Tom Riddle tonight. Something about... Shoot, what was it? Club activities?"
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The Burning of the White Wisteria
Fanfiction"You got what you wanted, Tom," my voice was barely above a whisper as I spoke, "you control me. You've won. Isn't that enough for you?" "That's the thing, Little Alexa, it's not." His eyebrows furrowed deeply on his handsome face. "I can't explain...
