When it was time for bed, I refused to go upstairs alone. I wanted Scabior near. the fear from earlier still hadn't gone away, and was joined by anciety and panic. I kept askking myself what would have happened if Scabior had arrived five minutes later? Would I still be a vergin? Would the man have really raped me? I had a feeling he would have.
Since I wouldn't go upsteair, Scabior transfigured the sofa into a bed and told me to lay down. when I did and pulled hte blankets on me, he sat oon teh edge of the bed adn stroked my hair, just as he had been doing all afternoon. After so long, it did start to feel nice and even relax me. Soon I became drousy, and an hour or so later, I feel asleep, only to wake up due to a nightmare. Scabior seemed to be expecting it, because he was still awake and ready to help. He handed me a hanky he had in his pocket, assured me that everything was fine, and told me to go back to sleep. I wiped my face off, grabbed his hand, and then closed my eyes. Surprisingly, I found it pretty easy to go back to sleep as he wanted.
When I woke up I was greeted by the welcoming smell of hot coffee. I pushed my hair out of my face and sat up, looking around. The light coming from the now opened window let mek now it was later in the morning. Scabior was sitting in a chair near the fireplace, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Daily Prophet, like Uncle Severus did every morning.
"Goodmorning." He said causually, putting the paper down. He was obviously trying to keep my emotions at a low level. I took the coffee mug from him, (he must not of cared because he didn't stop me) and took a drink. To my dismay, it had cream in it, so I handed it back to him. It must have shown on my face that I didn't like it, because he chuckled. "How are you feeling?"
"Better..." I rubbed my eyes.
"Good. I have some things planned for us to do today." He stood up, and I saw that he had changed clothes from yesterday. Now he was in simular clothes that he had worn when we were training. HIs hair was in a tight french braid instead of his usual ponytail, so all ofh is hair was actually out of his face. A little stubble was on his chin.
"What kind of things?"
"Just some things to keep your mind off of yesterday."
"Why is your hair braided?"
"Because it holds better, and it's really hot today. I won't have to fool with it as much. Would you like me to braid yours?"
"Uh..." I thought about the few times Sarah Beth had and how much it hurt. "I...Sure." I sighed.
"Sit down infront of the chair." He instructed, and sat in teh chair himself. I plopped down infront of him, and leaned my back against his knees. He brushed my hair with his fingers, then started picking up different sections of hair. As he weaved, I noticed that it didn't hurt as bad as I remembered. Maybe I was just tougher than I used to be. When he finished, he tied it off with a ribbon and I stood back up.
"Get dressed and meet me in the stable." He handed me an apple from the coffee table and patted my back. I could tell he was pushing me to break away a bit, since I wouldn't leave his side yesterday. I bit into teh apple and started up the stairs. when I came back down and went to the stable, Scabior was putting saddles on Merry and Pippin. He turned and smiled at me when I came thhrough the door.
"I'm going to teach you how to ride." He guestered ot the horses. I sceptically took another bite of the apple. "It'll be fun."
"Does it hurt them?" I pet Marry's mussle and he tried to bite my breakfast, but I held it away from him.
"Would people ride them if it hurt them?"
"Yes." I sharply answered. He shook his head.
"No, it doesn't hurt them." He assured, and patted Pippin's rump. By this time, I had eaten all around the apple and was now eating the core. "Are you eating the whole apple?"
