cardigan, h. potter

practice.

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Genesis slept warily that night, the thought of someone else's gore on her own skin making her uneasy, and unable to sleep well.

Genesis wasn't a large germaphobe, she didn't mind sharing goblet's with her friends, none of that. It was the feeling she couldn't shake. The feeling of not knowing whose blood it was.

She thought perhaps she was hallucinating for a solid minute. She couldn't wrap her head around who could have been bleeding last night. It didn't make sense. And even if someone'd been bleeding, she barely spoke to anyone, let alone come in skin-to-skin contact with them.

When she woke up the next morning, there were bags under her eyes. Not unusual, but darker than usual. The color of an overripe plum, sitting just underneath the inky eyelashes on her lower lid.

She spent all of Saturday in the common room, lurking about in comfortable clothes, reading by the fireplace. It seemed every time she visited the library Madam Pince had added new Astronomy books to the collection, meaning more books to be checked out by Genesis! She borrowed two books from the library this time.

One solely about the planets moon's, (Neptune has sixteen moons, Mars has two, so on) and the other about constellations that aren't often talked about, (Like Argo Navis, Anser, Harpa Georgii, etc.) which Genesis thought was neat, because it was hard to find books on constellations that didn't only contain the constellations from Astrology and the Dipper's.

It kept her mind off of her unsettlement, at least long enough to have a good nights sleep that evening. She woke up that morning with her regular under-eye bags, not ridiculously dark ones.

She had breakfast with her friends, had a laugh about Umbridge's choice of clothing, (dressed in her usual blazing pink colour, this time with a skirt, much like the ones that every girl wore with her school robes, peach-y stockings, and an extra fuzzy, pink cardigan.) and returned to the common room.

They all sat around the fire in content silence, unbroken until one announcement from Alethea.

"Practice today," she said, folding up and tossing aside a copy of the Daily Prophet. "Either of you coming to watch?"

Eudora, who'd been complaining about a "tummy-ache" for the last few minutes, looked at her despondently. "I'd love to —"

"Dora," Alethea said firmly, "If you're not feeling well, by all means, lay down. I've got tons of other practices and games this year, I'll be alright."

"But I do really want to come!" Eudora exclaimed timidly, her bottom lip wobbling while she crosses her arms.

"You can come next time," Alethea assures her. After earning a hesitant look from Eudora, she adds, "I promise."

Eudora sighs, but looks sure enough. She adjusts herself under her blanket in her large armchair she's seated herself in. Its cold today, regardless of being only September. It's not raining, but the grass is wet from dew. The clouds are dark and gloomy, yet the day is perfect.

"I'll come," said Genesis, "Unless you want me to hang around?" she asked, looking to Eudora.

"No, no," Eudora says immediately, jumping back up straight. "You go, I'll take care of myself. I'll run down to Madam Pomfrey and see if she's got some medicine."

"Well, you ought to go before practice starts," Alethea said, laughter bubbling up her throat. "Its a war field out there, I expect Pomfrey'll get at least two patients from Gryffindor team alone this afternoon."

"Mind you, she's already gotten a few from Fred and George's patients," Genesis adds.

"Alright, alright, I'll go now," Eudora sighed.