꧁𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓽𝔂?꧂
While people truly believed that the school of Beauxbatons only hosted the french, the school had more culture than you could ever believe. Within the large school, larger than Hogwarts or Durms...
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𓆩 𓆩 𓆩 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆪 𓆪 𓆪
It was common for Aurélie to look like a zombie when she would wake up because the tournament she's been having nightmares. She didn't tell anyone but she could see the concern looks from Bill, her sister, Molly and Sirius.
After returning back to Grimmauld place after work she sat down next to Bill and they started small talk before the meeting started.
"Are you alright? You look very tired." Bill whispered.
"Just not getting good sleep, that's all. I'll be fine." Said Aurélie.
Aurélie thought back from last night where she had a nightmare from the tournament.
Aurélie tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, her dreams haunted by the echoes of the Triwizard Tournament. The memories of the fierce competition, the cheers of the crowd, and the tragic loss of Cedric Diggory weighed heavily on her mind.
As the shadows danced across the room, Aurélie's subconscious replayed the final task of the tournament, the eerie maze filled with dangers lurking at every turn. She could hear the rustling of the hedges, the distant screams, and the chilling silence that followed Cedric's sacrifice.
In her nightmare, Aurélie found herself back in that fateful moment, reliving the heart-wrenching choice that had changed everything. The weight of guilt and sorrow pressed down on her chest as she reached out in vain to alter the course of destiny.
Awakening with a start, beads of sweat glistening on her brow, Aurélie clutched her wand tightly, seeking solace in the familiar touch of magic. The echoes of the Triwizard Tournament lingered in the shadows of her mind, a reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of bravery and honor.
Ever since she left the hospital Wing at Hogwarts she got nightmares every night some were if she was in Cedric's position and she was the one who died.
"Come on, you're my friend and I care about you. You can tell me anything." Bill pressed gently.
"Ever since the tournament..." Aurélie began, her sentence trailing off. She was clearly nervous, her body tense as she explained. Bill listened, taking in her words as she spoke, allowing her a moment to collect herself. He knew this was a sore subject for her and he wanted her to feel comfortable talking to him about it. He reached forward. "I-I've been having these nightmares," she went on, "It - it always starts out the same way...the maze, the traps, all of it. But-" her breath caught in her throat and his frown deepened, "Instead of Cedric, it was me."
He lips parted in surprise, his expression softening as he took in her heartbroken demeanor. He reached over, wrapping his arms around her and she fell into him, as though it was the most simplest of things. She pressed her head into his chest, images flashing in her mind, reminding her of the cruelty of her dreams. She opened her eyes, terrified to close them. She'd keep them open for as long as possible if it meant muting the realism of her nightmares.
