NO MORE A PRETENDER~ {The Lestrange Daughter #3}

𝟑𝟎. Deep

1993, September 5th, 

Why are things never easy? We only just returned to school and already things are going wrong. Draco was injured in Care for Magical Creatures and if I'm being completely honest...it was his fault. He charged right up to a Hippogriff like it was nothing and that was...not very smart. Val tried to save him though but Leah stopped her and that's where things get worse.

Draco will heal up just fine, except maybe his ego, but I think Leah may be hurt for even longer than that. Val snapped at her, really snapped at her. Not out of annoyance but out of very real anger. All Leah can think about now is how much Val must hate her even when I assure her that she doesn't. 

We've stuck together every second since it happened, Leah and me. We avoid the others, especially Val. We've missed meals and classes, including our first lesson with the new Defence Against the Dark Art's Professor,  Lupin. I've already heard that he and Val had butted heads although I'm not surprised. 

I feel so hopeless. And sure, I'm used to it, but usually, this is just concerning myself. I don't know how to make Leah feel better. She's too wrapped up in her own head and...I suppose I'm too wrapped up in my own. I just feel like I'm good for nothing. I don't know how to fix this. 

I'm really getting sick of being so powerless. 

Valentine leaned back against the headboard of her bed. She was reading some entries for the first time in a while now. She'd wanted to spend what she could of her Christmas holiday in peace and had been relatively successful at that. Ignoring the Carrow's tormenting the students, Luna Lovegood's kidnapping and Amycus trying to shot his shoot with her in the most boundary-crossing way possible- and, alright, when piled altogether like that it seemed like the opposite of peace- but once that had all passed, she'd had several days of reading and laying about her dorm in various ridiculous positions she couldn't have gotten away with around the others. When she wasn't falling asleep in the Head Master's office or destroying him in chess that is. She hadn't even seen either of the Carrows in that time. But the holidays were at an end and in only a handful of hours, the Hogwarts Express would arrive and with it the other students. 

A large part of her was overjoyed to see her friends again- not that she could show it. She missed Draco. She missed Liam. She had almost even missed Leah and Blaze's arguments. Almost being the keyword here. But them coming back meant resuming the school life that had become depressingly normal to them now. The Carrow's, for instance, wouldn't keep their distance forever. She wanted them back, she just didn't want them to be back. And even then she wasn't exactly what was best for them either. 

She sighed and cast a glance over at Leah's empty bed. 

As if I even have a choice about whether they come back or not. 
 
1993, September 7th, 

It took some convincing but I managed to get Leah to apologise to Val. I knew Val wasn't exactly going to be the one to try and fix things so it had to be us...it didn't really go well. 

We approached Val and the boys in the Great Hall and Leah apologised but Val didn't seem to care at all. Leah repeated herself multiple times but even though Val confirmed that she heard her, she just didn't care. Like it wasn't important at all. And I'll admit that I lost my temper a little. 

I was so frustrated because Leah was trying her best and just wanted to fix things with Val but she never makes it easy. I snapped at her. I asked her what more could she want and immediately knew that I shouldn't have.