SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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TIE-DYE STAINS, ———
"Won't your friends be wondering where you are?" Peter asked, as the compartment started to quieten.
"Maybe." I said truthfully.
I hadn't given it much thought, or at least tried not to. The idea of Ramona and her shrill voice questioning me about my disappearance, or on the flip side not asking me about it at all...either scenario felt impossible to handle right now.
If I couldn't restart the entire academic year, I at least wanted to step into this new one differently.
That wasn't with the absence of my friends. I loved my friends despite their flaws, as much as they accepted me for mine.
But they had been exhausting me.
Ramona with her pushiness. This overbearing nature in her to be the best in the room, even the best at helping people.
Dorcas and her sudden reactive behaviour, acting as if a crush is some form of teenage rebellion. As if we all didn't have them, and on people we later feel embarrassed about.
Vinny and Orla being exactly the same and shoved so far up each others arseholes that sometimes I felt as non-existent and invisible around them as they did to me.
I once found them all funny. Easy to get along with and...well, just easy. That was the whole point of our group. We had gravitated towards each other since first year.
Two blunt Slytherins. Two bored Ravenclaws. And Dorcas, who was a welcomed surprise when one lunch time she decided to see if the rumours were true; that Slytherins were a mean sort.
She didn't leave the table after that, at least not for long. Gifting us a sliver of yellow between green and blue.
I did love them all. Of course.
But I was starting to feel as if their tolerance was running out for me. Or maybe it was my own, for them.
I could sense a growing irritation on the table. Mumbled words and rolled eyes, disguised by a joke or directed with a demand.
I knew I could be misinterpreting but... I just didn't want to deal with it today. Not when I was attempting to come in strong. I feared only they could beat me back down, even in their kindness.
I don't know how I found myself in a compartment of people I only really knew by name but...
"It's none of your business, Pete." Alice said. "I'm sure Grace's friends know she's here."
I was enjoying being here. Pretending, if only for a moment, this is where I belonged. Picturing red ties around me, despite how uniforms were all in trunks and out of sight. Yet, I still felt the fire from it.
An electricity in the compartment air that could only be described as lions breath, and I was a snake in sheep's clothing. Praying the lions would play with their food. Offer me a little excitement from the dullness of known territory and devour me into something unrecognisable.
