What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 17: Yup, Defiantly Going to Pass Out

"Miss.Crouch, could I speak with you for a moment?" A calm voice asks from behind me. It doesn't belong to George, who I have been ignoring sense the ball, which was a week ago. But who else would want to speak to me?

I whip my head around to be staring at the face of....Dumbledorf? Or is it Dumbledork? Well, the headmaster of Hogwarts, whatever his name is. I have better things to do then remember the name of the old dude that dictates Hogwarts.

He has this giant beard and is super old. Apparently he's been teaching here sense the Dark Lord's time.

But why does the headmaster of Hogwarts want to talk with me? "Sure..." I eye him with suspicion, before following him into his office. "Sir, I n-need to g-go to Charms. I'm gunna be l-late." I stutter. WHAT? I've NEVER been intimidated by someone. A Crouch doesn't get intimidated!

"I understand Cassiopeia, this will only take a moment, and I'm sure Flitwick will excuse you." He says. "Now, I have a question for you, that I need you to answer honestly. Can you do that for me?"

I nod rapidly. "Y-yes sir." What was the question? Were he and Weatherbee/Percy working together to interrogate me and kill me? Maybe Libby-freaking-Huber/date stealer was also in on it. Yeah, that was it.

"Do you know where your father is? He's been missing."

I sigh with relief. But why does everyone think I know where he is? I would have told someone...I think...

"No sir. Do you think he's okay?"

Hey, listen: I don't actually care about my dad. I just don't want to seem.....okay fine! I do care about him! But I can't act like I do all of a sudden. I thought I hated him, but.....he's gone. And that's when I realized I.....loved him. He was my dad after all.

I've been taking him for granted all this time. Even before he left I had gone months without even speaking to him.

"Cassiopeia, I'm not going to lie to you. Your dad might be dead." he says the last word quietly, as if the level of his voice changes the meaning.

I'm suddenly aware of how fast my heart is beating. The shaking in my legs. The dizziness in my head.

I want to breath, honestly, but I can't.

"Cass." A voice grumbles, that I manage to hear over the loud ringing in my ears. I recognize it, but don't have the energy to figure out who it belongs to, nor do I think it wise to look over. I think I might pass out from lightheadedness. "Cass come with me." The body that the voice belongs to grabs my arm and pulls me away from the old headmaster, and to his office.

I literally fall into a chair as I enter the voice's office, staring at the desk in front of me.

Only then do I realize that I am in Moody's office. "P-professor, I really g-going to b-be late for Charms." I manage to croak. Oh gosh, I am going to pass out.

My dad is probably dead. I am going to pass out. My dad is probably dead. I am going to pass out. My dad is probably dead. I am going to pass out. Those are the only two things I can think about.

"I'll explain the situation to Flitwick." Moody offers. "You just need to rest. Wrap your head around what's going on. That will help."

Yup, defiantly going to pass out.

Is this a short chapter?
Yes.
Do I care?
No.