Resided in You - Mattheo Riddle

15: ''Not very chatty are you?''

25th September 1996

Thea admits, she wasn't expecting to feel this bad the morning after. She knows she has barely touched alcohol since last academic year, but assumed her tolerance what still somewhat middle ground. She even managed to sleep in later than she usually does. 

"Get up." Daphne thrusts open the curtains swiftly, unleashing the blinding light in through the window. 

"Fuck, Daphne." Thea throws her hand over her eyes quickly,  jolting forward dramatically. 

"It's quarter past 8." Daphne walks back to her own bed. "I was going to wake you earlier because you'd miss breakfast but i assumed that..."

"I don't care." Thea groans in unison with Daphne. She rubs her eyes and blinks widely, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. 

"Yes." Daphne hauls her bag onto the sheets, pulling out various books and shoving them back in after carefully examining their titles. Her gaze flickers up to Thea momentarily, "I didn't pin you as a lightweight."

"I haven't drunk that shit in months." Thea stands up, waiting and judging how much the alcohol has affected her before beginning to move. "I'm fine. Just tired." 

"I'll wake her up in a minute." Daphne gestures towards Pansy's still drawn curtains, and the faint snores radiating from within her enclosure. "I could do with some help with it when you're dressed." 

Thea nods, a small mhm in reply, while bending down to pick up the uniform strewn across the top of her suitcase carelessly. Now she's up and about she doesn't feel half as bad as she did when Daphne threw open the curtains. 

Grabbing her clothes, Thea heads for the bathroom, ignoring the fact that Daphnes eyes are trained on her every move, until the door clicks shut behind her. She dresses slowly, silently, ignoring the fact that she barely has half an hour to get fully ready and down to her first lesson. History will be a bore, Thea still isn't entirely sure why she picked it as her final NEWT subject. Sometimes she wished she'd jut picked Herbology.

The bags under her eyes seem to become more pronounced the longer she spends at Hogwarts, almost as if every moment of sleep she gets, it's ultimately futile. At her old school, she barely had to worry, everything ran along fine. Nothing was incredible, yet it wasn't horrific. At Hogwarts, she's become watchful, paranoid, and even though she hates to admit it, in a way more like Hermione. Although, she's decided simultaneously that being physically closer to Hermione is distancing them from each other even more. 

"Thea are you done?" Daphne calls through the door, catching Thea off guard, her arm flying out and sending the toothbrush holder onto the floor. 

"Fuck." She mutters, bending down to pick up the shards. 

"What was that?" Daphnes voice presses through the wood. 

"Nothing. I just knocked the thing over." Thea scrambles frantically to gather the pieces, not even fully sure why she's so pressured to, simultaneously forgetting that she could use her wand and clear it in seconds. 

"What thing?" Daphne calls again. 

"The thing." Thea stands, slamming the broken remains onto the countertop. "It's the... Nevermind Daph it's all fine." 

"Hurry up then." 

Thea sighs inwardly, pulling her wand from her robe and pointing it at the heap of glass on top of the marble. "Episky." 

The shards float suddenly, swirling around each other until they rest back into their places, continuing the pattern of the glass once more. 

Thea throws open the door, not even hesitating to check if her spell worked, met with a bored looking Daphne. Her arms are folded over her chest as usual, the toe of her perfectly polished shoe tapping on the floor in a standardised sequence.