❀ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘,
˚ ༘♡ ⋆𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺
━━━ ❝a name, or title, or house
doesn't define who you are,
only you're able to do that.❞
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SOMETHING DIDN'T SIT WELL WITH Nyx the rest of that day; she kept questioning the legitimacy of Draco's accusation. Her doubts made her feel guilty. It wasn't that Draco couldn't be a victim of bullying. It's just the bookshop altercation didn't seem like a prime example of that; Draco didn't seem like the victim but the aggressor. Besides, who would bully someone like Draco? He was from a pureblood family. He was rich, and his father had a high-status job. Who would be dumb enough to try and get on his bad side?
I shouldn't be thinking these things... Nyx told herself. Why was she trying to rationalize it; trying to undermine what she'd been told? It made her a bad person, didn't it? People reacted to things differently. It was entirely possible that Draco could have been bullied by those people but didn't let it destroy his character. What if he seemed like the aggressor because he was just standing up for himself?
"It's entirely possible..." Nyx muttered, deep in thought until she was suddenly splashed in the face.
Nyx shook her head and was immediately drawn back to her current happenings. She, Lucius and Draco had been back from Diagon Alley for a while now. It was nearing evening and Nyx had spent most of her time in her room, going over what had happened.
But during this time, she'd tried to sneak to the kitchen to get something to eat without being seen by anyone—she didn't want any confrontation until she had her thoughts and opinions in order—in doing so, she'd run into Dobby the house-elf. Unfortunately, she'd smelled him before seeing him. He was in an awful state. The pillowcase that he wore was practically black it was so dirty, and grimy at this point. His entire body was filthy. So, Nyx had offered to give him a quick bath since he'd apparently never taken one himself before.
She didn't mind helping him. Nyx had done it before back at Little Akers with some of the young children; she made sure they cleaned their bellybutton and behind their ears.
"Dobby is a bad house-elf. Dobby should be working, not bathing, Miss," Dobby was mumbling to himself. Out of nowhere, he stood up and tried hitting his head against the side of the tub— "Bad Dobby! Bad, bad, Dobby!"
Nyx quickly sprung into action. "Dobby, no, stop it!" She struggled to grab onto him because he was quite slippery given that he was soaked and covered in soap. Nyx eventually managed to get her hands around each of his arms and pull him up.
"Don't do that, Dobby!" She scolded. She wasn't exactly made, more so incredibly shocked and saddened by his display of self-harm. She hadn't ever seen anything like it before.
"Why would you hurt yourself like that?"
"Dobby must punish himself, Miss! Because Dobby is a bad house-elf!"
"Bad?" Nyx shook her head. Dobby and "bad" didn't seem to fit in the same sentence. Since her arrival, he'd been nothing but helpful and kind. What—or who—could have prompted him to think of himself in such a way?
