Till Death Do Us Part [R.W]

TOTALLY OKAY

If anyone asks, Eden didn't really know Harry Potter and his friends all that well. In fact, she was happy for them to leave.

If anyone asks, Eden has been coming down to meals, and socializing with her friends a lot.

If anyone asks, especially her dad, Eden has been studying only for her O.W.L.'s, and has good marks.

If anyone asks, Eden hasn't touched her unprescribed sleeping pills.

If anyone asks, Eden is okay.

But really, Eden is now drunk 90% of the time. Eden can't go a night without shaking out four pills at a time. Eden hasn't eaten for days, since Ron left. Eden loved Ron, and he left. Eden is anything but okay.

No one really asks anyways.

"Are you coming down for dinner?" Astoria asked, her tear-ridden green eyes upon Eden, lying sickly in her bed.

"No, I'll just stay here. I'm tired anyways."

Eden was always tired, now. She hasn't been sleeping, or hadn't even tried since she had slept so peacefully in Ron's arms. Even the pills weren't working anymore.

"Can I bring you something back? The teachers don't care if we bring food up to our rooms anymore." She asked again, grabbing a tissue from her bedside table. Astoria was getting sick, really, really sick.

"No, you go on. Tell Draco I say hello." Astoria nodded and left the room.

Eden had hardly moved since this morning. She had double Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, and Transfiguration today. She didn't go to any of them.

Instead, Eden sat in a pool of her own tears, wishing the world would end, wishing Ron was somewhere out there dead.

Eden remembered there was a party later tonight.

Why are we even still having parties?

She didn't know. But any opportunity to get drunk was one she would take. She lugged herself out of bed and caught a glimpse of herself in Pansy's mirror. She was a mess.

Mascara could be seen in thin streaks down her too-thin face. Her hair was matted and greasy, because she hadn't washed herself in a week, since Ron had left. She didn't need to suck in anymore for you to see her ribs. They were prominent against her pale stomach.

"You look bad." Said a voice from the doorway.

Castor Lestrange stood before her, gorgeous and mysterious as always. Astoria was gone, Pansy wouldn't stop him, she was alone.

"Good thing no one asked you." Eden said back, grabbing a clean shirt from her wardrobe. Castor chuckled and sat down on Pansy's bed.

"I've missed you, Eden." Castor said, his voice washing over her like a big, ice-cold wave.

"Is that so?" For a second, she remembered who she was to Voldemort. Anyone to touch her, they shall be dead!, she remembered him saying.

She was, for the very first time, invincible.

"Yes, Eden. I've missed you. You and your beauty, your wits, and your intelligence. I've missed it all." He finished off his performance by standing behind her, looking in the mirror.

Eden was not afraid of him.

"Do you know who I am?" She asked him, trying to keep the triumphant smirk off of her face. Castor ran a hand down her bony cheek before shaking his head.