That Goddamn Twinkle - ENZO BERKSHIRE

࣪𖤐 Y4 | 22 . goodbyes

➵ YOUTH- DAUGHTER
'from the perfect start, to the finish line.'

There she was, a fifteen year old girl who had suffered more than she could ever imagine, putting on her dress for her dad's funeral. She had been dreading this day all week. Rory arrived back at Remus' four days ago and she had barely left her bedroom.

It was odd. She didn't cry. Rory had felt nothing but emptiness for a week straight. Did that make a her a monster? She cared about Amos more than he would ever know, but she couldn't bring herself to cry over it.

Rory's face was pale and covered in scars. She had large dark blue eye-bags emphasising how exhausted she was. The thing with her insomnia, it worsened when she was stressed. Rory had probably slept a total of ten hours this week.

Rory slept amazing the first night back home because it wasn't long after the full moon. She would give anything for another decent night sleep.

Rory zipped up her dress and wrapped the black belt around her waist. All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" she exclaimed.

To her surprise, it was Sirius. He had a genuine frown on his face as he analysed her outfit. "How're you holding up? Need me or dad to help you with anything?" he asked.

Rory shook her head, "I just need to do my hair and cover up these eye-bags."

Sirius nodded slowly, "Y'know, if today gets too much, just let me know. We can always step outside and take a moment. I know I'll be in my dog form but you can still talk to me." Rory nodded, grabbing her cheap concealer and applying it under her eyes. Sirius let out a deep sigh, "Want anything to eat? I can make your favourite— tea and toast?"

"No thank you." she replied.

Rory had felt nauseous since last night. As per usual, she barely got any sleep. She has had this horrible gut-wrenching feeling in her stomach for hours. "Rory, are you okay? I hate seeing you like this." Sirius sighed.

She nodded, "I'm fine."

Sirius looked her in the eye and tilted his head, "Are you sure, pup?"

Rory took a deep breath, "Of course."

"Okay then, when do you think you'll be ready?"

"Fifteen minutes-ish."

Sirius nodded and kissed her forehead, "We'll be in the living room." Rory nodded as he left the bathroom. She didn't mean to be distant with him but she really didn't have the energy to open up. Rory had barely spoken to him or Remus the whole time she'd been at home.

Rory and Cedric occasionally sent each other a message but nothing longer than three words at a time. Cedric had it harder than Rory (for 2 reasons); 1. Amos was his actual father and he had known him better and longer than Rory had, 2. He had to take care of Victoria, who was grieving extremely. Rory had never seen her in such a state before.

They used the floo network to get back home and stopped at Mum's house before going to Remus'. They stopped for a cup of tea and the whole time, she stared at the wall with her eyes wide and red. She really wasn't herself.  Then again, Rory didn't blame her. If the love of her life died one night she didn't think she would ever recover.

Rory had received a few letters from her friends. Enzo had sent her at least two every day. She really didn't deserve him.

After Rory had finished curling her hair, she put her black earrings on. She slipped her obsidian-coloured heels on and left the bathroom. Rory walked downstairs to see not only Remus and Sirius, but Victoria and her brother.