𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 - 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

06. | Pancakes

 I can't sleep that night. I toss and turn in my bed until my sheets have become a wrinkled mess and I've exhausted myself. Still, no sleep comes. I'm thankful that Hestia, my roommate, is a heavy sleeper. I don't doubt that she could sleep through a tornado.

Draco's coat is hanging off my bedpost. I have to touch it ever so often, just to convince myself that it's real, and that tonight actually happened.

Fuck it.

I get out of bed, my black nightie doing little to warm my body. I sink to the floor beside my bed, the cobblestone cool under my bare thighs. Sitting on my windowsill I house all the things I use for Divination. I pick up the small drawstring pouch I keep my crystals in. I don't have many, and most of what I do have was a gift from Professor Trelawney.

At the end of last year, she told me she thought I had a knack for Divination, and she urged me to try and incorporate crystals into my practices. Meditating with them and keeping around me daily has helped me. I can feel their power, in an odd sense. And it's incredible.

I draw my blue goldstone from its spot on the sill. The minute my skin touches the cold surface, I feel as if I come alive. It courses through me, comes to life in my blood and sends its properties through my veins. Blue goldstone, the crystal for healing and self-acceptance. If there's a time I need that, it's now.

There's unrest in me. Everything about me is changing, all the pieces are shifting around me. I need to try to accept what's going on.

I sit down, crossing my legs. I bring my palms down to rest on my knees, the sphere of blue goldstone clasped in my right palm. I close my eyes, and allow myself to relax and accept the healing energy of my favorite crystal.

Bring me good energy, I think, Calm the storms inside my body and allow me to come to peace with the unrest and change in my life.

The energy of the crystals curls up my spine, wrapping around me. My insides glow, warming me from the inside out. A small sigh escapes me. I haven't felt this at peace since Cedric's death.

I push those thoughts from my mind. I can't have anything negative interfering with my practice.

I meditate with the stone clasped in my right hand for what feels like eternity, until I'm floating in the world between dimensions, in a world that doesn't exist. My mind is full of empty thoughts. Time flows freely, and I am healed.

The rustling of sheets across the room draws me from my meditation. The sun outside has risen, sending light through the lake that comes through the windows in a green tint. I smile at Hestia, who offers me little more than a glance as she rouses from her bed and changes into her robes. I place all my crystals in a small drawstring bag before changing into my robes. The sweater is warm, far warmer than my nightie could ever dream of being. I comb my fingers through my hair, before winding my inky hair into a braid. The long twist hits my lower back. It's heavy, but thankfully keeps all my hair out of my face. Even so, I pull out a few strands and let them hang loose around my face. They frame my eyes, a light hazel color.

Everytime I look in the mirror, my father's eyes stare back at me. I can't look into mirrors very long.

I grab everything I need for class before heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. My first day of Divination is today. Practicing with Professor Trelawney is always the highlight of my school year.

The hallways are as empty as the common room at this hour. Hestia and I are usually the first to wake up in Slytherin. Sometimes it's because one of us can't sleep, but I think both of our internal clocks just truly hate us. I don't mind it though. Hogwarts is at its most beautiful in the quiet peace of a Tuesday morning.