Calamity (Theodore Nott + Cedric Diggory)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
COLBY LESTRANGE

*Trigger warning (Themes of abuse)*

After I left I didn’t know what to do. I felt a sense of relief after assuring the fact that Nott hadn’t laid his hands on anyone. Not Pansy, not Rory. I didn’t know what I’d do if he had. It’s not like I could kick his ass, I could try.

I walked down the hall some way, and when I reached the party I realized this was the last thing my nerves needed now. I was hopped up on anxiety, and I could hardly think straight after what had just happened.

I didn’t forget about Rory. I didn’t forget how I said I’d meet up with her at the party, after I had told her to go find Luna. I would, just after I took a moment to collect myself. Besides, I found it hard to look at her innocent face after I had just heard the most vile words said about her. I couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes. It made me feel guilty too.

I walked through the party, around the people dancing, and making out. This was a Slytherin party alright, nothing was more wild than this. Although I've heard the Hufflepuffs are pretty passionate when it comes to stuff like this. I never really liked parties. The dancing, the alcohol, the games. It was all one big mess that was just asking for a disaster to happen. Not to mention what happened the last time I went to a party. I would never let myself get that drunk again.

When I got out of the party, I went to the place I always go to calm myself down. The astronomy tower. It was nice up there, the perfect temperature, almost just like the Ravenclaw tower. It was built out of a beautiful gray coloured stone, sort of like a dusty galaxy. It was an old part of the castle, and it showed. I sat by the ledge, and rummaged through the pockets of my jacket pulling out my worst habit. I lit the match and held the cigarette to my lips, inhaling.

I vowed to myself I would never tell Rory of my bad habit. She hated smoking, and she would kill me if she ever found out. Especially if she knew I was keeping this from her for an entire year. Although that wouldn't be all of what I've kept from her….

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My mother cried as she was thrown to the hardwood floor of the Manor once again. Her body, fragile, and bruised so badly that the makeup that she applied frequently, could no longer cover the blue and purple marks that stained and dirtied her once rosy cheeks.

Seen as a burden and a disgrace, Lila Grace, my mother was forced to leave when she was only twenty three. Five years after I was born.

I'd hardly remembered her without the constant crippled state she was in. I would hear her cry, scream, and plead, just for the hand that so brutally abused her to lessen the force of the hits that landed upon her once ivory skin now turned purple.

I couldn't do anything. I could only stand and watch as my father relentlessly took his anger out on her. Just for giving him a son he didn't want. I didn't know what was going on, I didn't understand the severity of the situation until I was older, and matured to the point of realization.