Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The castle had long since fallen into a hush. It was just the occasional hoot of an owl outside the windows and the gentle creak of ancient stone settling beneath the weight of a thousand years. The sky stretched endlessly overhead, ink-black and speckled with stars that blinked softly against the velvet dark. Emerson sat curled in the farthest alcove of the Astronomy Tower, her knees tucked up against her chest and the wind teasing strands of hair across her face.
Mattheo's Quidditch jersey hung loosely from her shoulders, the sleeves too long and the fabric worn soft from use. It smelled like him with smoke and spice. She'd pulled it over her clothes without thinking earlier to keep her warm, and also remind her of him.
Her copy of Pride and Prejudice was open in her lap, but her eyes hadn't moved past the same paragraph in twenty minutes. Since Mattheo gave it to her at Christmas, Emerson had been reading it in pieces, like she was savouring the intimacy in every turn of the page. Right now though, her eyes skimmed the words, but her focus drifted. Her thoughts were too loud and restless to truly settle into the rhythm of Austen's prose.
Down in Ravenclaw Tower, chaos was very much alive. Theo, Enzo, and Olivia were apparently in a frantic frenzy, scrambling to finish the Herbology assignment due tomorrow morning. It was an assignment they all blatantly ignored for the past week despite Professor Sprout's repeated warnings.
Emerson had left them an hour ago, laughter and frustration echoing after her as Theo tried to charm his quill into copying Olivia's notes and Enzo argued with a potted Venomous Tentacula that kept inching toward his ankle. And, then there was Olivia who was about to murder Enzo when his introduction sentence was "plants are green."
They didn't even notice when Emerson slipped away. She needed the quiet. She needed air.
So, she'd come here. To the one place in the castle that felt truly hers. And his.
Speaking of Mattheo...
She didn't know where he was.
He hadn't been at dinner. He wasn't in the library. No one had seen him since lunch. No snarky comment over pumpkin juice, no knee brushing hers under the table, no smirk cast across the hall that made her roll her eyes and hide her smile in her goblet. No sign of him at all.
And she wasn't used to this anymore, not knowing where he was.
Since the hallway earlier that day, since the way he held her like she was fragile and sacred, the silence now felt heavier.
Her fingers toyed with the hem of his jersey. He always said he hated how his name was printed across the back in bold letters. She didn't. It made her feel like she had a piece of him with her even when he was nowhere to be found.
