That Goddamn Twinkle - ENZO BERKSHIRE

࣪𖤐 Y4 | 27 . broken

➵ WHAT WAS I MADE FOR?- BILLIE EILISH
'i don't know how to feel, but i wanna try.'

Rory spent all night lying in a pool of her own tears. Enzo stayed with her, not letting her be alone. However, he spent every hour of the night comforting her as she sobbed. Rory got about an hour of sleep right before she woke up.

Her eyes were rich with pain- from the non-stop crying & the lack of sleep. She had zero energy whatsoever, but forced herself to get out of bed. Pansy was still sound asleep and Enzo was sat on her desk chair as she got dressed in her bathroom.

As Rory stared at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but realise how pale she was. Her eyes were pink and her skin was as white as a sheet. The scars across her face were the only ounce of colour.

Whilst Rory slipped her uniform on, she realised that Cedric wasn't doing the same thing. He would never put his yellow uniform on ever again.

She didn't know what the plan was from now. Was Dumbledore going to let her go home again? Or had she made him hate her permanently? There was no way she would be able to resume her every day life after the events of last night. Rory was broken- similarly to when a child breaks their favourite toy, or when a mirror shatters and gives you seven years of bad luck.

She walked back into her dorm after finishing getting ready. She motioned for Enzo to follow her down to the common room, not wanting to wake Pansy up. All of Rory's friends were gathered by the sofas.

"I'm going to go get dressed, you'll be okay down here with the boys, right?" Enzo asked.

She nodded, "Of course." He kissed her forehead and went up to his dorm. Rory sighed and sat on an empty armchair.

"Morning," Blaise said as if nothing happened last night.

"Morning," she replied sadly.

"How're you holding up?" Draco asked.

Rory shook her head, "Not great."

"You know we're all here for you, right?" Theo asked.

Rory nodded, "I know."

"You going to eat something this morning? You didn't eat like all day yesterday." Mattheo asked.

Rory shrugged, "Dunno." The rest of them carried on talking as she stared into space. She almost felt numb.

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Not a while after, they were all down in the great hall, eating breakfast. However, whilst Rory was in the middle of eating, Professor Mcgonagall tapped her on the shoulder. "Good morning, dear. If you're okay with it, and it's completely okay if you don't want to, but Dumbledore has asked if you would make a speech about your brother in a short while. He has a few things to say but he thinks you should be the one to say the more important stuff."

Rory considered doing it, her gaze going to Pansy's. She shrugged and Rory sighed. "Um, sure." she replied.

"Are you sure?"

Rory nodded, "I owe it to him, don't I?"

Mcgonagall put a maternal hand on her shoulder, "Come with me."

Rory turned around to her friends and frowned, "Wish me luck." Enzo squeezed her hand as she walked past him. They all wished Rory good luck as she followed behind Mcgonagall.

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After Dumbledore explained what actually happened last night, Rory had to make her speech. She hadn't written anything down but she had a fair idea of what to say.