Winters Cloak | S.S

17 | Harsh Reality

To say everyone was having a great time at this Halloween feast was an understatement. It was getting completely out of hand, chaotic. But if everyone was enjoying it, why couldn't you?

You had found Marissa sitting on a white decorated table, alone. Her head lay on her hand, her eyes puffy and red. Mascara dripping from her blue eyes to her flushed cheeks. Your body was feeling colder despite the humidity of the hall.

"Marissa!" You crouched down. Trying to move your head in a position to face her. She was sniffing quietly, staring at a crumbled piece of parchment in her fist. She wore a pink fairy outfit. Her body was shaking. You felt your heart shatter.

"Who did this to you?"

She gave you a smile despite her quiet sobs. "I'm fine...leave it be, Y/N." She wiped her tears.

You shook your head immediately. "Heck no! You don't look fine to me. What happened?" You gently grabbed her face, making her look up at you. "Tell me. Who did this to you."

"You know that Gryffindor boy that I had a crush on?" Her voice cracked slightly and her eyes were now swelling up new formed tears.

The same guy that was at the library when I tried to avoid Snape. The guy she helped carry his books?

You nodded quickly, to reassure her to keep on going. You felt your leg cramping slowly, hating how unfit your body was. So you dragged a chair and sat down with a thump. Leaning in closer to the blue haired girl.

"He rejected me."

You frowned. Feeling empathetic for her situation. "I'm sorry Mar. Boy's ain't shit."

She sniffled. "Yeah."

The music was changing on repeat with the DJ playing custom tracks. It wasn't the best time for her to be in such a gloomy state whilst everybody was enjoying their time.

I've never seen her this sad ever since her parents divorce. She must be feeling tired of being forgotten. Left out. That was the same way I found her. Sitting near the quidditch field, all alone.

Observing the Quidditch players and wanting to be just like them. So she started studying their moved, secretly practicing on the broomsticks even after flying lessons were over.

She had always been the one to deal with hardships all alone. So, I won't let it happen again.

"Marissa, look at me."

"What?" She wiped her nose with her arm. Not noticing all the napkins assorted on the table.

"You need to dance." London wasn't here and you were kind of aggravated that he hadn't noticed Marissa's disappearance.

"I don't want to. What's the point?" She looked away. Turning her head downwards again.

"To have fun." You touched her shoulder, her eyes met yours and she gave you a frown.

"No."

You bit your lip. Trying to think of something to get off her mind. "He wasn't good enough for you anyways, Mar." you tried to reason with her. She blinked away her tears. Staring at you.

"So what? He rather be with some other girl" She shrugged. Sighing, she put her head on the table again.

"Where is he now?" Your eyes roamed the hall, the flashing lights and loud music weren't helping. You observed a good load of people crowding away. It was difficult to spot the boy.

"He's dancing with Pansy." She murmured.

Wait, what? Pansy.

"That's a first. She never dances with other houses." You replied back. It was all making sense now. She probably took fake interest in the Gryffindor boy noticing how attached Marissa was to him. It was a pathetic attempt at revenge—for you because you took Draco away from her.