Heredity vs. Solidarity (S. Snape)

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: So, today I was at the doctor's office, and the secretary called: Heather Burke. I wanted to laugh, but that would've been awkward. However, I found it quite funny to hear the last name Burke being called. In fact, it made me feel kind of good about my character, for some reason. I just love creating characters :) 

On with the story!

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There’s a moment upon waking up in the morning that is blissful. Anything that had been plaguing your mind the day before is temporarily hiding at bay, lingering in the depths of your mind, and just waiting to be uncovered. And for another peaceful moment, you imagine it as a dream, something that never happened and was just some unforeseen nightmare troubling your brain.

When coming to terms with the fact that it wasn’t, you plummet into a world of despair and regret, realizing that – yet again – you made another horrid mistake, and if everything went wrong this time – like it was sure to do – it would just be another burden on your already heavy shoulders.

Selena had been laying there for a good solid minute until coming to this realization, and with her eyes shut tight, she refused to open them until the moment she had to. The sound of soft snores and murmurs met her very alert ears, and following that, the shifting of a body stirring in one of the beds beside hers.

A curtain was pulled back, the ringlets on the top of the drapery clinking with the metal rod attached to the bed’s framing. Soft breathing was heard beside her, and with apprehension, she knew someone was merely inches away.

“Wakey, wakey!”

Selena recognized the voice instantly as Marcy’s, followed by a pleasant giggle. It didn’t sound pleasant, though, to Selena. In fact, if anything, it sounded horrible, because Marcy was the one who Selena wanted to avoid. She didn’t want a reason to bring the issue up with Marcy, because frankly, she didn’t want to trouble her friend over such an already solid plan.

“Go away,” Selena uttered, flicking her hand blindly towards where she figured Marcy was. Her hand was slapped away, and she assumed she had been fairly close to her target, but either way it didn’t matter. Marcy still lingered.

“Come down for breakfast! Classes start in about a half hour!”

“I need rest,” Selena lied. “I’m not feeling good.”

“That’s bull,” Marcy sighed. “You never miss classes – regardless of how sick you are. I don’t think you’ve ever missed a single class.”

“Yes, I have!” Selena complained defiantly. By this time, her eyes were open, and she glared darkly into her friend’s face, trying to make a moot point. Marcy pulled away slightly, shocked at Selena’s spiteful expression. Upon noticing this, Selena’s face softened greatly, and she sighed heavily. “I’m sorry. It’s wrong of me to fight with you over such pitiful things.”

“I’d say,” Marcy said bluntly. “Now, come!”

“Let me get changed,” Selena sighed. “I’ll follow you down in a couple minutes.”

“You better.”

Marcy locked herself in the bathroom to get ready while Selena slowly sat up, well aware of the fact that her body was still filled with anxiety, but trying to ignore it as best she could for her own sanity’s sake. Or, at least, for her friend’s sanity. She didn’t move for a few moments, trying to fight her debatable emotions when finally Marcy stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed and smiling pleasantly.

Selena reluctantly stood up, grabbed her clothes, and entered the bathroom to change. She did so methodically, trying to focus more of her attention on getting dressed rather than thinking, and when she finally left the bathroom, she realized the others were now stirring.