We were now mere inches apart. I leaned down, my face level with hers, my eyes blazing with barely contained fury.
"You don't want to make an enemy of me, Hawke." I growled.
Lyanna swallowed hard, but her gaze remained defiant. "I'm not afraid of y...
The cold stone floor of the corridor outside the hospital wing seeped through my damp clothes.
I sat with my legs pulled up to my chest, one foot jittering up and down in a frantic, uncontrollable rhythm.
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I stared at the heavy wooden door, willing it to open.
In my mind, I could see the nurse, or Professor Fig, or even Dumbledore himself, emerging with a reassuring smile, telling me that Lyanna would be ok.
But the door remained stubbornly closed, and the silence on the other side was deafening.
This was my fault.
I told her to use her ancient magic, confident in her control.
But what had happened in the courtyard was anything but controlled.
It was raw, terrifying power that had nearly torn the sky apart.
And now Lyanna was paying the price for my arrogance.
My heart was still racing, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
My body quivered, a combination of the lingering shock and my sodden clothes clinging to my skin, my hair dripping down the back of my neck.
When they took Lyanna to the hospital wing, I followed without hesitation, desperate to stay by her side.
But they shut me out, Dumbledore himself sealing the door with a charm I couldn't break.
The memory of Lyanna's pale, blood-streaked face flashed, and I felt a burning sensation behind my eyelids.
I sniffed, hastily wiping at my eyes as I heard footsteps approaching.
Theo rounded the corner, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
He paused, our eyes meeting in a moment of silent communication.
He nodded towards the door, his voice soft as he asked.
"They didn't let you in?"
I shook my head, still clinging to the pretence that Lyanna was just another classmate, that her condition didn't feel like a knife twisting in my chest.
Theo walked over and sat down opposite me, mirroring my position.
We sat in silence for a while, stealing glances at each other, the air between us heavy with unspoken words.
Finally, Theo broke the silence.
"Remember when I fell off my broom and broke my leg in third year?" His voice was casual, but I could hear the underlying emotion. "You came to see me every day until the potions took effect."
A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself. "I broke into the medicine cabinet and we got high off the fumes of God only knows what."
Theo laughed, the sound echoing in the empty corridor. "I reckon that's what helped heal my leg quicker, you know."
