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ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ '♫︎'
ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉ
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°~𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑶𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅 ?~°
"Elizacat, where are my bracelets?! You played with them, didn't you?" I shouted, kneeling on the floor and scanning under the bed.
Elizacat jumped onto the dresser, tail flicking with just the right and left
"Meow,"
I froze, staring at her oddly That meow. That single meow. It resonated in my mind like a poorly tuned harp. Usually, I'd understand her completely a vague sense of her words. Yet now... nothing. Her response was nothing more than meaningless noise.
"Elizacat," I tried again, inching closer. "Where are my bracelets? Speak to me, girl."
"Meow," she repeated firmly, as if daring me to figure it out. This time, her reply sounded sharper, more annoyed. But still, I couldn't understand her. A pit formed in my stomach. My hands trembled slightly as I turned to Hermione, who was brushing the papers into her bag.
She noticed my frozen posture immediately. "What's wrong?"
"I... I can't understand her." I stumbled over my words. "I don't know why. I could always understand her. Always. I-" My breathing quickened, spiraling toward hyperventilation. This wasn't normal. This wasn't okay. Not being able to hear Elizacat's and rest as they stood next to her felt like losing a part of myself.
"Hey, hey!" Hermione cut me off, grabbing my shoulders to steady me. Her brown eyes bored into mine. "Breathe, okay? Just calm down. Focus with me."
I tried, but the waves of anxiety wouldn't let up. "Hermione, what if my powers are gone? What if that's why the owls haven't been responding to me lately? Or why Ron's or-?" My voice cracked. "What if-"
"Stop," gripping my arms tighter. "If your powers are fading, they may not be gone- just temporarily weakened. We'll deal with it later. Right now, we have to go. We'll figure it out, but not if we're late."
I opened my mouth to protest, Instead, I nodded, taking a shaky breath. "Okay..." I exhaled roughly, trying to shove my panic aside. "Let's go."
"Good," Hermione said, tossing me my fraying cloak. "And don't panic. If something's wrong, I'll help you fix it. You know that, right?"
