Letters |Draco Malfoy|

Dimbess

Today was a quite cheerful day for me, I wasn't sure why- that's a lie, it was June 21st and summer started the 1st of July- I had my cassette out, and was listening to the song Mr. Blue Sky. I walked threw the empty halls with a skip in my step, humming the melody's and murmuring the lyrics. When I however entered the great hall, the unnerving feeling of grief hit me like a truck.

The room was covered in a hypothetical shad of grey blue, and students heads hung. I quickly took my headset off and walked towards Sophie quietly. She was clutching paper in her first, and her eyes held fear, and sorrow. "Sophie?" I whispered so only she could hear me, which I turn made her slightly jump. "Whats going on? Why is everyone so gloomy?"

She blinked and held the paper out for me "you better take a look at this" she turned her head away from me. My eyes widened in worry, then I looked towards the paper. It was an article from the daily prophet that read the Following.

I felt my breathing get rugged, my brain wandered to the nightmare's I used to get, Timmothy's 'dead body' flashed in my mind, and then Cedric Diggory's. I shook my head in denial, and bit my finger. "Lin, sit down." Sophie told me, and I did so.

my brain was in a frantic state and I could hardly form proper words "I- that- no, no" I was looking at sophie, but surprisingly my eyes wandered to Draco. He had a surprising poker face. It was different, he didn't look sad, it was like he was wearing a mask. I looked back to my friend sitting next to me, and hugged her "I should have believed you!" I panicked "I'm sorry"

"hey it's ok, it's a scary time, I don't blame you" she hushed, hugging me back.

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I sat on the hogwarts express quietly, it was much like last year. I was eager to be home, but the ride felt long, and tedious. I looked out the window towards the grey sky, eyebags under my eyes from lack of sleep, the nightmares had returned, so my only resort was not sleeping... I shifted my body to face the door in-front of my compartment, and was met with an annoyingly comforting veiw. A pair of silver- gone soft- eyes.