What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 18: I Actually Don't Know

"Cass! Case, wake up! Cassiopeia Crouch!" Someone shakes my back. From what I can tell, the voice belongs to Moody. Odd...

Groaning, I open my eyes to be face to face with a wooden chair leg. Lovely.

But what happened? Why was I on...what appears to be the floor. Yup, the floor. How did I end up here? And why is Moody shaking me awake.

And over all, why does my head hurt so bad?

Like, seriously, it REALLY hurts. "W-what happened?" I ask dully as I sit up from the hard floor, my hand on my head as if that will take away the headache.

The last thing I remember is Dumbledore asking where my dad was. How did I end up in Moody's office?

He looks me straight in the eye, before speaking. "You see, you were told your dad might be dead, and you were in extreme shock. I brought you into my office. Then, you tried to leave, and you just...passed out."

That's when it all comes back to me.

Thanks Moody.

Real helpful.

Exactly what I wanted to happen.

"Now come on Crouch. Stand up." Moody grabs my hands and lifts me up to my feet, as if I were as light as a feather. This guy is strong, I'll give him that. I purse my lips as a wave of pain hits me. My head is ready to explode.

"Thanks p-professor." I stutter, the feeling that I am going to explode not deteriorating, but growing stronger every second.

Moody eyes me with concern. "Are you okay Cass? You look awful."

Did Mad Eye Moody just ask if I were okay....I think he needs his head checked. Sure, I may be his favorite student, but when does Moody show concern for anyone EVER?

"I'm fine."

Try Freaked out, In pain, Nervous, Extremely scared.

F.I.N.E.

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"Rose," George says as he sits next to me in the library. It's been two weeks sense the Yule Ball now, and I haven't spoken to him yet. Okay, I'm being a bit ridiculous, I know, but I've had so much on my mind lately that I haven't been able to make time for talking. Plus, my head hurts even more than normal when I talk so, it's best to stay silent.

Yes, that is correct, I haven't spoken to anyone sense I found out that my dad might be....you know....six feet under....

You could say I'm in a bit of shock at the moment.

My grades are dropping a great deal; I went from Os and Es to Ps and Ds. Except for in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I think Moody is just going REALLY easy on me. I am his favorite after all. I'm not sure why, though. According to my dad, before he disappeared, him and Moody hated each other's guts.

So why would he be obsessed with his daughter? Why not, oh, I don't know, Harry Potter? Or Hermione Granger? They have likable traits, and aren't that bad looking.

Why the short, narsistic Ravenclaw who has zero friends and spends her free time writing random quotes in a little notebook?

"You haven't spoken sense the ball. What's up?" George tries to look me in the eye, but I avoid his gaze by staring at the carpet like my life depended on it.

But lets face it; George Weasley is an idiot.

A complete, utter idiot.

He knows that I haven't talked at all. And that I probably won't for a while. So, he used his intellect to decide that he's going to ask me why.

Makes sense.

Not.

"Earth to Rose!" George waves his hand in front of my face.

I push it away, and utter my first words in weeks; "Stop calling me Rose!"

"Wow Rose. You're like a Rose with a thorn on it right now."

I glare at him, before standing up and storming out of the library, leaving my books by him. Who cares about them anyways?

But a rose with a thorn?! Is that the best he can come up with? And who does he think he is to judge me? He has NO idea what's going on right now.

He's just that stupid.

Okay, I might be overreacting a bit, but I'm just really confused right now.

My dad is missing, and I don't know if he's dead or not. My teacher somehow knows a lot about me, and likes me when it would make more sense that he hates me. I'm mad at George because he ditched me for some Libby girl, but I don't like George.

I am so confused. All I know is....I actually don't know.