𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 | 𝔣. 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔶

11.

"You're in need of a mood intervention," were the first words Skylar spoke to her as they pushed through her bedroom and took a seat on top of her lilac duvet. Their yellow earrings were settled snugly into their ears, their hair short from the lack of extensions and simply dressed in one of Ambroos' Freddy Mercury graphic t-shirts and a pair of nude joggers.

Elin raised an eyebrow, looking up from her most recent homework. "A mood intervention?"

"Yes," Skylar smiled brightly. "It's been over a week and you do nothing but sleep, complain and do your schoolwork. It's really bringing down the atmosphere."

"The atmosphere?"

"Stop repeating everything I say," Skylar scolded, lightly hitting her with one of her pillows that had been discarded to the bottom of the bed.

Elin scowled. "Stop bothering me then."

"Stop being such a grumpy pants."

"Slutte å være trengende," Elin spoke in her mother tongue, forgetting that Skylar spent her days between multiple languages, including some Norwegian.

They quickly translated it for the meaning. Stop being clingy. Skylar scowled almost as much as Elin was, speaking Norwegian but lacking the accent and pronunciation in the right parts. "Ikke vær en tispe."

Don't be a bitch.

Elin groaned, turning back to her work in the hopes that Skylar would leave her alone and let her wallow in her self-pity. They weren't wrong and Elin knew that. It had been a few days since she had last spoken to Fred at the coffee shop and a week since she stood outside her parent's house, both events the reasoning behind her horrid mood. Usually, the Weasley boy would find a way to weasel into her life every few days but he was nowhere in sight and she found herself missing him.

Missing him. That's what he had done to her with his persistence and charm. She had an out, a way that would leave everything in her life calm and right again, the solution she had been looking for.

But the only problem was she wanted to see him again. She wanted him to knock on her door with croissants or follow her into coffee shops and invite her to parties.

And that made her self-pity and self-loathing only double on the daily.

"Are you really going to ignore me?"

"If you're going to keep annoying me, then yes," Elin said, scanning over the words at the bottom of the page before flipping onto the next one. Skylar snatched the pages out from under her, giving her an innocent smile as tossed it onto the floor.

"Hey!"

"What's wrong?" Skylar asked in a serious tone but Elin's scowl persisted.

How she wished to let the words fall from her mouth; about how she found her parents with a child that had been born and kept instead of her; about how Fred Weasley would be the one to do her undoing, with how dangerous it was to keep him around but she couldn't turn her back on him, no matter how hard she tried; about how she had been given a job outside of Cameron that relied on her identity being left open for everybody to know and betraying the one person she thought was safe.

Guilt had guided her with every day; spending all night out on jobs for money that she didn't need. Cameron had been the first person to see her for the woman she could be for the first time in a while, instead of the orphan that stole anything precious in her vicinity. Of course, she couldn't explain to Skylar that it was the reason she had been spending so many afternoons sleeping.

"Right now, it's the fact you won't let me finish my reading."

"Elin, come on," complained Skylar, collapsing dramatically onto Elin's lap.