"Eleanor, get up." I woke up to Uncle Severus's stern voice for the first time since the beginning of summer. I stirred before rubbing my eyes and sitting up.
"Why are you waking me up?"
"Because it is ten thirty. You've missed breakfast and your first class."
"It was only Transfiguration. It'll be okay." I yawned.
"Eleanor, you are Head Girl. You are suppose to be a role model. Blowing off your classes is not the way to do that. You must get up and get dressed.
"But I don't have anything until three." I whined, finally fully waking up. A moment later I noticed the gross, familiar feeling of wet trousers between my legs. No. Not with him here.
"It does not matter. Get up." He replied. I starred up at him, wide eyed, hoping that he would just leave so I could clean myself up without him knowing. But he wouldn't go; he just stood there, glaring at me. He wasn't going to budge until I got up and started to get ready. As embarrassing as it was, I would have to tell him about the problem that had been plaguing me since Wyatt's death.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled the blankets off of myself and got out of bed. His eyes darted from my wet trousers to my sodden sheets, quickly putting two and two together.
"Eleanor..." I couldn't quite read his tone. A deep blush spread up my neck and into my cheeks. Again, I inhaled, trying to keep myself from crying from embarrassment. Scabior had been right; I needed to tell Uncle Severus.
"I've, ah, been wetting- I mean- I..." I started to stutter, trying to word what I wanted to say. "I mean..." I swallowed, then continued, "I'vebeenwettingthebedallmonthexcwptforthenightsthstScabiorhaswakenmeuptogosoIwoukdn'tinthebed." It all came out in one breath. When I finished I looked down at my feet, trying to escape his gaze.
"Why didn't you tell me that you have been going this?" His tone was dry. I winced.
"Because I'm embarrassed about it."
"Eleanor, you are seventeen and old enough to control yourself."
"Do you think I want this to happen? I can't just wake myself up when I need to go, otherwise this wouldn't be happening!"
"I..." It was very obvious that he couldn't comprehend my problem entirely, but was trying his best to be patient.
"Scabior says is stress."
"What have you to be stressed about?"
"I was bedridden half the summer, then Wyatt was killed... Then I had to go back and train the Snatchers, always worrying about Greyback and his creepiness. And now you've made me Head Girl and have given me more things to dwell on."
"I know that you do not want to be Head Girl, but this is what the Dark Lord wants if you. "
"I know, and that pressures me even more."
"As for the other things. They're past. Soon, you will cope with it, and if this is being caused by stress, it will end. For now, go clean yourself up. Are you not a child and you can figure out how to deal with it in your own. If it continues, you may ask me for solutions."
"What should I do?" I went ahead and asked. He shook his head.
"Wait a week and see what happens. If you are still wetting, come see me and I'll see what I can come up with. Now, go shower, you are disgusting. Then, go find Vincent. I believe he wanted to speak to you. Although, by the time you clean yourself up, he will probably be in his next class. If that's so, you'll have to wait until lunch."
