The Lost Prophecy | Year One

Dysfunctionally Functional

Daphne was sitting on the edge of her bed, writing a letter to her sister, when her dorm door burst open, and Scarlett stormed in screaming bloody murder. "What happened at the dinner, with Jack?"

"For Salazar's Sake, SHUT UP," roared Pansy from her four-poster bed, "THIS IS NOT YOUR DORM, SELWYN, GET OUT!"

"I was not talking to you, Parkinson. So, kindly piss off," Scarlett snarled clenching her fists. Pansy threw her blankets aside and got off her bed, "How about you take your own advice, Selwyn."

Daphne put her quill down, tucked the unfinished letter into a book, and went over to the pair who were angrily staring down at each other. "Do you realise what time it is?" Pansy demanded, making Scarlett huff in annoyance, "Does it look like I give two –"

"Quit your whining and go back to sleep, Parkinson. We're leaving," Daphne said grabbing Scarlett's hand, "Come on, Scar." Scarlett slammed the door behind her as they walked out, waking the other four girls in the process.

"Scar," Daphne began, "Have you tried talking to Phoenix?"

"I would, if I knew where she is. She's not in the dorm, and Draco refuses to tell me where she went. Please tell me she didn't go back –"

"Not here, let's go to your dorm."

"Fine."

Daphne nodded and followed her into the room. "I don't think she went back there," Daphne said, sitting by the bed next to Scarlett.

"That's a relief," Scarlett muttered, "But that still doesn't explain her wandering off without telling anyone, that's not –"

"Like me? Yeah, so I keep hearing that," said Phoenix as she walked into the room. Scarlett and Daphne snapped their heads towards her, "Where the hell have you been?"

Phoenix shrugged, "Doesn't matter. Care to tell me why Parkinson is yelling at you from her dorm?"

"Not important. I'm just glad you're back," Scarlett said looking relieved. Phoenix nodded, walking over to her bed. Daphne patted the spot next to her, "Come here," she said, stretching out her hand. Daphne wrapped her arm around Phoenix's shoulder as Phoenix rested her head on her shoulder.

Scarlett raised an eyebrow at their silent exchange, "First Jack, now you. What the hell happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Scar," Phoenix muttered, laying down on Daphne's lap, and burying her face into her waist. Daphne pulled her closer, tightening her grip, "Get some sleep, Nix," Daphne whispered, stroking her hair.

Scarlett's frown deepened, as much as she didn't want to push Phoenix into talking when she was exhausted, she had to know what happened. "Nix, what happened?" Scarlett questioned her again, gently pulling her away from Daphne.

"Scar, don't," Daphne insisted but Scarlett was in no mood to receive yet another cold shoulder. "Just tell me and then I'll leave you alone."

Phoenix reluctantly woke up and sat up crossing her legs. "Tell you about what?"

"What did he say to you?"

"Who?"

"Jack, Phoenix!"

"Nothing, I didn't talk to him."

"Why not? I finally convinced him to talk to you, and I know for a fact that he was coming over to talk to you. Why didn't –"

"I was fine with him not talking to me, you didn't have to go out of your way to make that happen," Phoenix replied, "And I'd appreciate it if you don't do that again."

Scarlett stared at her dumbfounded, "Nix, I just wanted you both to make things straight. I was getting tired of seeing you both ignore each other –"