Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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Things have been... tense, to say the least. Even though Reg agreed to give Sirius a chance for some questionable reason, Reg doesn't talk to him. He barely even goes near him, he said he hasn't forgiven him yet, that it'll take time. And I support him completely on everything.
As of for me, my nightmares have doubled. I try to not sleep, just so I don't relieve that night again. Between school work, and practicing the drums and other instruments with Reg and Barty, I feel exhausted.
But it seems like playing the drums helped Barty focus all his emotions, it helps him express his feeling and somehow it helps him grieve.
So that's why I currently find myself seated on a stool meant for the grand piano that resides in the abandoned music room, this room was used by the frog choir before they abandoned it for a bigger one. Now, like many other places in Hogwarts, It's forgotten and ignored by everyone.
I found the room in my third year and I showed it to Kay, he spent a lot of time in here by himself, he cleaned it up and transfigured books into instruments that lay randomly in the room.
Barty is a fast learner, he knows how to play almost as good as Kay, obviously I won't tell him that. His ego doesn't need more adding up to. Reg is sitting on the corner strumming a guitar trying to keep up with Barty's rhythm. I just sit with my back to the piano and watch them with a fond smile.
When they finish up the instrumental song they made up, I shoot out of my seat and exaggeratedly clap for them. Barty stand from his stool and dramatically bows, Reg just rolls his eyes but the corner of his mouth lifts into a tiny smile.
"Why didn't you play anything?" Barty asks while making his way over to me twirling his drumsticks in his hands.
I shrug, "Haven't felt like playing anything for a while"
Reg makes his way over as well as we exit the room. "when was the last time you sang anything?"
I think back and try to make memory, "That day at the kitchens" I tell him.
He frowns but doesn't get to say anything when Barty speaks up "Hold on! when did you two go to the Kitchens without me?" He asks with mock offense.
Reg rolls his eyes at him while I smile "It was at the start of the term, get over it." I say.
Barty scoffs, crosses his arms and then starts to walk farther ahead from us mumbling something about being the forgotten one in the family. If I didn't know he was just playing around, I would've felt bad.
Me and Reg are discussing something about a guitar chord he's having trouble with when a voice stops us.
"Hey! are you Delilah?" we turn around to come face to face with the same beautiful curly headed girl I saw sitting next to Peter that day in potions.
