Call it what you want {Theodore Nott}

Chapter seventy-nine

Amy didn't really sleep that night.

She kept replaying the fear she felt when she thought that random fifth year was talking about her. It had only been a week back and she was already carrying this anxiety which was triggered just by the slightest glance.

She thought to herself, 'how am I going to the the week of-

No.

She couldn't think about it.

Atleast not yet.

She glanced over to the clock next to her bed.

6:42am

She knew she wasn't going to get any more sleep so she decided that it was late enough for her to get out of bed.

She quietly made her way to the bathroom, making sure not to wake her roommate but there wasn't really a risk as Iris could sleep through a war. Amy still looked over to check and to no one's surprise Iris was curled to her side, hair messy across the pillow, very much dead to the world breathing slowly and in a way that made Amy almost jealous. For a second she just stood there, watching her like she was trying to borrow the calm.

She then grabbed her towel and clothes and slowly closed the bathroom door behind her and leaned against the sink looking in the reflection.

Same face.
Same eyes.
Same messy hair from tossing and turning all night.

But something about her still felt off. Like she was wearing herself wrong.

She leaned forward slightly, exhaling slowly.

The girl staring back didn't look like her. Well- she had her face, but that was almost the worst part because the face was familiar enough to fool anyone.

Anyone who didn't look too closely or anyone who didn't really know her.

Her eyes flicked over her reflection again. She looked tired, but not the kind because of her sleepless night, the kind that sat behind the eyes and didn't seem to leave her lately.

She swallowed and glanced down at her hands for a second. They looked normal too, that was the strangest part. In fact, everything looked normal, nothing about her gave anything away.

And still, she felt like if someone looked at her too long they'd see it, the tiredness, the emptiness, the mark, the mission.

There it was again, her mind drifting to the one plane she didn't want it.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a second then turned away and got in the shower.

She was in there for a good 20 minutes. Mainly because she closed her eyes whenever she has to look down and catch sight of her arm. But also because it's one of the only places she didn't feel anyone watching her.

When she eventually came out (already dried and dressed because she was not risking Iris seeing her mark), the curtains were already open and light was spilling into the room.

"How comes you're up so early for a Saturday?" Iris asked, awake now and propped up on her elbow in bed.

Amy paused for half a second too long.
"Didn't really sleep" she said, simply.

Iris frowned a little, sitting up more properly now. "You okay?"

There's that question again.

"I'm fine." Amy didn't even believe herself

Iris studied her for a moment. Properly, not accusing or angry - just knowing in that quiet way which she must have mastered now since dating Mattheo Riddle.