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↱ in which the puzzle pieces fall into place
VOLDEMORT.The name echoed in her mind—over and over and over again. His name alone stung her entire being.
Her footsteps perfectly synced with the rapid pace of her heart pounding. Thudding against her chest like an infinite percussion. The candles were orange blurs as she sped through the castle halls.
Scarlett sprinted, her curls whipping against her face in a flurry of panic. The wind whistled passed her ears—she didn't even know she could run as fast as she did. As fast as she had been. For hours she ran, the hallway seemed never ending.
She came to a harsh stop once she reached the door. The door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Nothing would be out of the ordinary, except for the fact that the moon had now overtaken the skies and the night was as dark as the ink from her quill. The halls were vacant of students, but still she stood in front of the door.
She watched as her fist raised from her side, trembling, she knocked on the door.
Three times.
The only sound was her heavy breathing, almost wheezing at that point. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.
She knocked again, four times.
"Go away!"
Scarlett blinked. And blinked again. Suddenly everything seemed pretty blurry. Then the light began to shine in her eyes and only then did she finally realize she had woken up from a dream.
She looked up at her four poster bed, then looked down at the green bedsheets she found herself wrapped up in. Her and her friends' messy dorm, clothes strewn about, and the lingering smell of Daphne's designer perfume, it all seemed so comfortingly normal.
Three more knocks on the dorm room door.
This time, she heard shuffling and saw a head of messy blonde hair pop up in her peripheral vision.
"Astoria, I said go away!" Daphne shouted, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Please can I borrow that jumper, Daph! You said I could today!" Astoria, Daphne's little sister, pleaded through the closed door.
Scarlett turned her head to look at Ariah, who was still sound asleep in her bed, her hair clipped up perfectly and a black sleeping mask draped over her eyes. How could she possibly sleep through the sisterly screams?
