Pretty Little Bumble Bea /James Potter/ ❁book 1❁

❁Chapter 38❁

Chapter 38

"I remember that day," Bea whispered. Her voice was quiet, very quiet - so quiet, in fact, that she was positive Violet, who sat on the floor of the girl's dormitory situated in the Gryffindor tower, didn't hear her.

But the short-haired girl heard her as though her voice was amplified beyond possibility.

There was something about Bea, always had been, that managed to ease Violet. It was as though no matter what had gone on in her life, the trials, the errors, the sadness, that whenever she was in her best friend's company, she was safe, and she had her to cope with, but right now, it was as though the only thing she felt with Bea leaning against the door, was her nerves harshly stabbing her stomach like angry wasps.

Not like honeybees only wanting the best from her.

"It was a long while ago but it was around this time during second year. I remember because we had gotten that ice cream from Honeydukes, the never-ending one, and I managed to drop mine so you gave me yours and we ended up sharing it," Bea's laugh filled Violet's ears as though pulling her from the sadness she had found herself in and for a split second she raised her head, showing the evident puffy cheeks and puppy sad eyes.

"I miss you," Bea choked out. She didn't dare to cross from the doorframe, she had given Violet enough time and that had been weeks, and she couldn't go on any longer. Summer was nearing and she couldn't leave knowing Violet wasn't talking to her, she loved her too much.

She was sure for a moment, a split-second moment that Violet was going to speak, to stop avoiding her, to stop ignoring the countless letters that fell to the Gryffindor table from the owls each morning for Violet, that she read in the comfort of her own company, weighing under her sadness.

She wasn't doing it to hurt Bea, she could never, she loved Bea, quite literally was she in love with her and all she wanted was her to be happy but she hated the thought of Bea knowing how she really felt. She hated knowing that she had to cope with the thought of Bea being so conflicted, not wanting to hurt Violet and feeling bad for loving James when she shouldn't.

Violet thought if she pushed her away, she would be better off without her.

But she was so entirely wrong.

Violet didn't realise she was worth everything, that the girl with the dark brown hair, and the last name of the same, as well as the chocolate eyes, meant absolutely everything to the sandy brown-haired girl who would give the world to her if she had been asked to.

Violet was her first friend, the first person she knew outside of her family, approaching her on the train on their way to Hogwarts, Violet sat with a cheery smile and bright eyes and rambled on and on about Gryffindor whilst the mouse like Lupin girl nodded along and smiled and was howling with laughter at the end of the train ride.

Violet brought her out of her shell into the happy, cheery girl who greeted everyone, and a world without Violet wasn't Bea's world.

"Please say something," Bea choked out, but to no avail it was silent. Both girls cried but Violet couldn't bring herself to talk, she just couldn't. It was selfish of her to keep her mouth closed and she knew that more than anything but she just couldn't bring herself to talk to her, it was not Bea's fault that she heard Violet's words, though it felt as though Bea was hurting the most without Violet's company.

Oh, she was wrong.

Violet was hurting without Bea, hurting more than anything and she wished to run to her, to hold her in her arms as tightly as possible and whisper who she knew she couldn't feel the same way and it was okay, and it had to be okay but still, Violet was wallowing in the sadness.