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"Josie" Peters' voice rings nervously from behind.
Turning, Josie faces Peter, who appears slightly on edge, his hands fiddling with a crumpled piece of paper.
With a gentle smile, Josie seeks to ease his nerves, though she doesn't hold any particular feelings toward Peter; he is just a kind boy.
"What's up?" she inquires, taking a step closer in the hallway between classes.
He hands her the paper. "Order meeting," he mumbles.
"Thanks, Peter," she replies with another smile before turning and walking away.
The paper simply details the time and location.
With luck, she thinks, she might sneak in a quick nap before the meeting.
~~~
She can't bring herself to nap. Lying in her dorm room, Josephine stares at the ceiling, frustration brewing as she counts each breath in an attempt to coax sleep.
The exhaustion weighs heavily on her, an odd sensation—fatigue without the solace of slumber. It irks her to no end.
With a resigned sigh, she sits up, abandoning her bed for the desk.
Josephine hastily writes a note to Tom regarding the impending meeting, utilizing their inexplicable connection to send it. It's a curious ability that piques her interest.
Contemplating the reasons behind their linked abilities, she reasons that both being descendants of house founders might explain their strange connection.
Yet, she wishes it wasn't so. She wishes she could remain solely a spy.
At times, Josephine loathes her mind. Why does it paint Helena as a motherly figure and cast Tom in a paternal light? Admitting this to herself is a first.
Is she the one with issues? Most likely.
In what twisted reality could Voldemort be considered a nurturing figure? Her mind's portrayal is beyond comprehension.
She ponders her unhealthy attachment tendencies, attributing them to her own adoptive parents' influence, causing any older, slightly kind figure to assume a parental role—Alora and Karina are prime examples.
Closing her eyes, she exhales deeply. Why can't her mind find peace? Its turmoil led her down this path, fueling her determination to confront Tom for a naive aspiration of attaining recognition.
Pushing aside these thoughts, she focuses on the Order meeting awaiting her, she's convinced that Euphemia or Fleamont might be present.
Josie tidies her appearance before leaving for the meeting, a peculiar sensation stirring in her gut—an intuition that something is different, though not quite nerves.
