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two — a stranger whose laugh is could recognise anywhere
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REYNA KNEW THAT SHE WAS SELFISH FOR THIS, but she couldn't help but hope that Harry still thought of her — even if she only crossed his mind every so often. It would make her feel pathetic, if he was on her mind all the time while he didn't even think of her, but she couldn't help it.
Everywhere she went, there was something that reminded her of Harry, something that acted as a cue to trigger the memories she oh-so wanted to get rid of. The Potions classroom reminded Reyna of all the times they argued with Snape back in their third year, while the gardens reminded her of their first kiss. The Astronomy Tower reminded her of all those nights they would sneak out of the common room, under Harry's cloak, to talk under the star-filled sky. It was like everywhere she went was touched by Harry's presence, and she was a prisoner, unable to escape.
It was stupid, for her to still think about him. She knew that. Harry Potter had made a fool out of her — Reyna Black had opened up to him while refusing to open up to anyone else, she had been vulnerable in front of him for the first time, she let herself feel loved for once. She always thought that what they had was true love, that their souls were made from the same star and were intertwined, that they would be able to find one another in every universe. Reyna never thought that Harry would become a stranger whose laugh she could recognise anywhere.
She truly did want to hate Harry for breaking all his promises, and for breaking her, but she couldn't find it in herself to hate him.
"You're still not over him?" Astrid's voice questioned, snapping Reyna back into reality.
She blinked, remembering where she was; there were rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers. It truly was a beautiful wedding, and Reyna figured that that was no surprise considering it was Fleur's wedding.
"I dunno what you're talking about," Reyna muttered back to her mother, the lie slipping off her tongue a little too easily. She and Astrid were sat at the same empty table; Reyna had begged to stay home, telling Astrid over and over that she probably was not welcome, but her mother had set her foot down and insisted that they went, claiming it would be rude if they did not show up.
"I don't know anyone over there!" Reyna had exclaimed, the desperation clear in her voice. "I'm not going, Mum. You can go by yourself, I'll stay home —"
"Do you really think I'm going to be leaving you home alone in the middle of a war?"
"You've been doing it a lot, recently," Reyna scoffed bitterly, her nails digging into the centre of her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks. "I don't get why you won't let me stay home one more time!"
