Amazons VS Marauders

Chapter 19: The Veela

"Why did you miss classes today?" Jane asked her friend when she came into her dormitory. "You promised me you were coming too. You know, I had to tell everyone that you had a cold. It's the fourth time this week, they won't believe me forever."

"I know, I know", Theresa said, her voice still hoarse.

Theresa was talking to no one anymore, if you don't count Jane. Her voice was hoarse from the lack of talking, and she hadn't step into the shower for a few days now. Her long blonde hair were up in a messy bun, and Theresa was only wearing a big, grey T-shirt on top of her underwear. She didn't look good, and no one tried to know why. Not even Jane.

"You missed a lot today", Jane continued. "Vera McArthur told Jackson Turner she liked him, and he admitted he liked her too. I can't understand why though, her high pitched voice is so annoying. Professor Flitwick also yelled at Terry Matthews, because the dumb bloke decided to set Anita Campbell's hair on fire. She went to the infirmary, and Madam Pomfrey made her hair grow to its usual size once again. The poor girl was close to tears."

Theresa didn't even bothered to answer, her blue eyes fixated on her dorm's ceiling. Sitting on her bed, her knees brought to her chest, her head leaning against the wall, the young girl was thinking. Too many thoughts were in her head at once, and she wasn't able to go at her classes because of it. It was happening since she had the conversation with Sirius.

At the beginning, it wasn't that bad. She was still going to her classes, gossiping, dressing in the most fashionable way, just like before. But the more time was passing, the more it was falling on her already heavy shoulders.

Theresa noticed the way Sirius stared at her at lunch or in class.

Theresa was aware of the looks Sofia was sending to her.

The only feeling she could feel was guilt. And anger. At herself, at Sirius for putting so many doubts in her head, at Sofia because she had the chance to date Sirius and she didn't. So many emotions were clouding her mind at the same time, so she wasn't even bothering to go to school anymore. It was over in three days anyway. Then, she'd go at Elizabeth's. Away from Sirius, away from her torned family, and away from her destroyed friendship with Sofia.

Theresa looked down at her T-shirt. She felt so weak to wear it. It was Sirius', and she couldn't keep it off. It was the only way she could feel close to him. Of course, it wasn't helping her to get over him. Not at all.

Not when everytime she could see its reflection in the mirror, it was giving her memories of when she got it.

It was in her fifth year, a week after she had turned sixteen years old, a few months before she and the others formed the Amazons. Sirius was sixteen too, being a little over a month older than Theresa. It was Christmas' vacations, and Theresa had ran away from her home. Her parents were having a fight, even worse than their previous ones. Jordan was at a friend's house, so she was alone. She couldn't handle it. Not anymore.

Living a few miles away from Sirius, Theresa walked in the cold night, her slippers crushing the snow under her each steps. Her pajama's wasn't warm enough to be in a cold night like that one, but she couldn't care less. She wouldn't go back home, even if it meant she'd catch a bad cold. She just wasn't ready.