𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

44 | Enzo

Enzo's POV

It's been a week.

A week since Elliot was back here murdering everyone. A week since her screams filled the building from the basement. And week since I saw Matteo and four other men wandering amongst the halls before disappearing. Worst  of all, it's been a week since i got the marking.

I've known Elliot since her mom died. But I first talked to her when we were seven. As a kid Ellie was quite, soft spoken. She was always pale, as if she would die any minute. All the kids would be playing by the fields and I'd catch her staring at all of us; I used to think that she thought she was better than us, I'm glad I was quick to learn that I was wrong. 

She'd always have blood stains, and to this day i wonder why so?

Michael was dead. She killed him, and now I think I know why.

If I'm right, I don't know what to say next...

I feel like saying "I was only a kid" as to why I never saw it before was a pathetic excuse. Elliot was just a kid too.

Ellie and I grew close over the years. Even though we called ourselves best friends, i never really knew her.

I knew she loved the color black. I knew she loved chocolate milk. I knew how much she loved the pixies. And I most defiantly knew how much she loved violence.

But I don't think I ever knew what made Elliot, well, Elliot.

She was always hurt, but I never saw her cry. I always cried on her shoulders, but she never cried on mine.

"What's on you're mind?" Daphne asks laying on my shoulder as I medaled with a strand of her golden hair. 

"Potions homework" i told her in a whisper.

"You don't have to lie to Lorenzo" Daph always knew. I took a minute.

"Daph?"

"hm?"

"Do you think I'm a good person?" the question made her sit up on my bed. She looked at me like i had asked whether concealer and SPF were the same thing (this did really happen).

"What makes you say that?" she looked adorable worried.

"Just give me an answer."

"You're a good person Enzo, and Of course you a great friend," she slaps my thigh.

"Ouch!" I joked, and it makes her smile.

"So tell me," She leans closer to me "what's actually going on up there" she asks poliety tapping her finger on my template.

"It's Ellie," i sigh.

"You know it's not your fault, right?"

"She could've have killed them all, maybe even the dark lord," 

"You don't know that Lorenzo." she leans back.

"Well I do was she got cause because of me. It was like she was caught in a blood thirsty trance, then the moment I spoke she...woke up?"

"What's the real reason Enzo," That was Daph for you; she saw through everybody. Even Mattheo. There were times when we were kids, Bellatrix would just drop him at our doorstop.

As a kid Mattheo was always rude. I tried my best to steer my path away from, I don't get why father tried so hard to treat him like a son, he was cruel. When Mattheo was 11 and I was 9, Dad had a portrait in our living room of his 'two sons', but the next day Mattheo set it on fire. For Mattheo's 13th birthday my father wanted to surprise with a cake, but he threw the cake at me of all people and told my dad off.

"I'm not you're fucking son, you already have one of those," he'd always say.

But Daph always told me that he was just a hurt kid, that he was just alone. But see as a kid I would think "Him? hurt?". I thought the son of the Dark Lord had everything in his palms.

I was wrong. Very, Very wrong.

Now I realized how lucky I was. Mattheo and I shared a mother, but not the same life. But still he could've thrown the cake at Draco or anything, that icing didn't come off my hair for two days.

"I feel like I've disappointed her. She's always had the weight of the work on her shoulders yet I knew noticed early enough. I mean, am I really her best friend if I never knew what wrong?" My eyes began to sting.

"I haven't known Elliot for a long time, but what I do know is that she'd would do anything for the people she loves. Even hiding the things that hurt her," Daphne gives me a smile. I loved that smile.

"I hope she's safe,"

"Come one Enzo, It's Elliot. I'm sure she's fine," She tells me as she medals with the cuff of my shirt.

"Daph?"

"Enzo?"

"Thanks for listening, and being here," I tell her.

"Of course Enzo, that's what friends are for," ouch. Friends? Man for a spilt second I thought I was gonna kiss her or something.

"Yeah, friends." That sounded very petty and she noticed "Besties!" I say happily, punching her shoulder a too hard "Pals!" she rubs her shoulder looking at me as if I was metal; I was, for her.

"Well, I promised Pansy I'd help her find Draco their one month anniversary gift, who knew pansy of all pansy was a gift giver," she says putting her shoes on.

"You think pansy is bad, Draco wouldn't shut up last about how much he loves it when she's rude to him," I say getting off bed to open the door for Daph.

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Elliot's POV

The fucking blinds. Not close, again.

The bed felt lonely, a part of me missed him  next to me ever morning. 

Last, was actually nice. Delilah was really kind, and talking to her yesterday made me wonder whether she was even cut out for all this. But best believe she really was.

I needed groceries, so I had shit to do. Adult stuff, bills and shit.

I go into my washroom, and my white hair was back.

Remember in the beginning of Hogwarts when I wondered where it came?

Well now I know it came from my "Father", and now I hate it.

The next thing you know the scissors are in my hand and my hair is chopped to right below my shoulders. I'm feeling red, maybe green? 

I'll add hair dye to my grocery list.