Lana wrapped a black and white striped scarf around her neck, picked up her bag, and said goodbye to her roommates. Her first class was earlier than theirs, and they’d only just gotten up.
She closed the door and started towards the stairwell. That morning, she’d decided not to tell her roommates about the night before. It could’ve just been a dream, for all she knew.
Which doesn’t explain the scratches all over my hands, she thought with a bit of aggravation, But it sure makes me feel better.
As she left the building, she was hit with a wall of cool air. She readjusted her scarf so it covered more of her neck and hurried down the road to the subway station.
Still, she found herself glancing around at all the people passing her. Any of them could’ve been the host Voldemort had chosen. She looked at a woman across the street with her hair in a bun, wearing a stylish suit. How did Lana know that beneath the woman’s sleeve wasn’t a Dark Mark tattoo?
She shuddered at the idea. It was one thing to actually believe that Voldemort could be back, it was another thing completely to believe that Voldemort could be right across the road, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
When she reached the subway, Lana tried not to stare at all the people around her. They’re normal people, she convinced herself, It was a dream last night. Voldemort isn’t back. He’s not back.
Seating herself in her usual spot on the train, Lana was about to pull out a text book when she realized somebody was watching her. She looked up warily and saw that David was standing across from her, the way he usually did.
“Hello,” she greeted blandly.
“Hey,” he replied, “You never called me.”
She looked away from him. “Sorry. I was busy.”
“Can I be expecting that call tonight, then?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked up.
“Maybe,” she said, “But I’m always pretty busy.”
“Good thing I see you every day then,” he said with a smile. When she didn’t return it, his expression turned to one of worry. “Are you alright? You don’t look so good.”
“What do you mean?”
“You look like you’re sick,” he said, stepping a little closer, “Like, really sick.”
“I feel fine,” she lied. She hadn’t felt fine in a long time, and remembering the night before only made her feel worse.
“Well, you don’t look fine,” he insisted, “Maybe you should go home.”
“I have too many classes to go home,” Lana said, “And I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s too late for that,” he said, “And what happened to your hands?” He took them in his own and flipped them over, so the marred palms were revealed. Upon seeing them in full detail, his eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting up, and his breath caught.
She snatched them back indignantly. “It was an accident.”
“It looks like you high-fived a barbed wire.”
“And if that’s not an analogy for the ages, I don’t know what is.”
“Have you gotten this looked at?”
“Why would I?” she asked, “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“It looks pretty bad,” he insisted, “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Why do you care?” she demanded, “I don’t even know you.”
“Well, I feel like I know you,” he said, “Even though technically this is only the second conversation we’ve ever had.”
A voice came over the speakers, saying that they were arriving at Lana’s destination. “This is me,” she said, gathering her things and standing as the train came to a stop.
David watched her carefully. “I still think you should go home.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lana said, the doors opening with a squeal.
“Lana.”
She was surprised he remembered her name. Turning, their eyes connected, and he held her gaze for only a moment.
“Feel better,” he finally said.
She nodded and smiled, and stepped out of the train, sure she was blushing.
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The Madness Within: A Harry Potter FanFiction
FanficSEQUEL TO THE OTHER SIDE!! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE ALREADY READ IT!!! It's been a year since the battle Lana Herondale started, and life had grown worse and worse. While she'd pried herself from her old life of partying and drinking to a new life...
