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nothing haunts us
like the things
we don't say
- mitch albom
⇸ |15| confessions
The return to Hogwarts brought excitement for the students who were eager to rejoin their friends. Platform 9 ¾ was filled with chaotic jubilation as students ran wild and parents looked on with sad smiles knowing they wouldn't see their children till the summer, promises to write daily filling the air.
Narcissa was quick to bid her parents goodbye, disappearing into the crowd in search of her own group.
"Narcissa!"
Turning she felt her heart drop into her stomach as she spotted Margo Donovan waving excitedly at her, a large smile upon her face. Behind her stood Cathal, his eyes wide and face white as he whispered quietly to his mother, her excitement disappearing as a look of confusion crossed her face. When she glanced once again at Narcissa, she gave a soft apologetic smile which Narcissa was quick to return.
She desperately wanted to go over and say hello, perhaps even give Margo a hug, but she had no clue who could be watching in the crowded area. So instead she gave a slight wave and continued on her way, guilt settling deep within her bones.
After finding her friends and settling into their compartment, Narcissa thought back to her time at the Donovan's. She had subconsciously been comparing it to being around her family, even her friends, and noticing the differences. She had felt so free to be herself there and she was once again been struck with an awful feeling at what had occurred on the platform. She knew Mrs. Donovan was understanding, but she couldn't help but feel as if she had snubbed the kind woman, after everything she had done for Narcissa. It was a feeling she couldn't seem to shake throughout the train ride.
As the hours passed someone suggested they go find the trolley and Narcissa was quick to offer, collecting the money, before she started off in her search.
She walked for awhile, unable to find the cart, and as she was just about to give up she found herself being pulled into a compartment. A hand quickly covered her mouth as she let out a startled scream, but she found herself relaxing as she met the hazel eyes of Cathal Donovan.
"Sorry 'bout that." He smiled cheekily, before quickly clearing his throat and taking a step back from their sudden proximity.
Fighting the blush that rose to her cheeks, Narcissa shoved his shoulder lightly, "You scared the hell out of me, Cathal," she laughed, "you could've easily just opened the door and asked me to come inside."
The boy shrugged, his eyes bright, "Suppose I could've, but that was a lot more fun," he laughed with her, "should've seen your face."
Rolling her eyes, Narcissa gestured towards the door, "I haven't got long, they'll be expecting me back with sweets soon, so if all you wanted to do was give me a bloody a heart attack I should probably be on my way-"
