A Million Miles Away

Chapter 3: October

The format of this Chapter is like a bunch of mini chapters all combined together and takes place over a while month. I'd suggest taking a break at the stars that seperate scenes. hope you enjoy! (above is a photo of Luca Hollestelle who I envision as Lily)

The cool October air made my cheeks burn as I flew during practices. I loved the feeling, it reminded me of when I was younger and old memories of celebratory parties in the Crimson and Gold common room. It made me think of Hogwarts and when my tiny eleven-year-old hands touched their first Quidditch Cup. And to be honest, the sting of the air made me work harder for my twenty-one-year-old almost twenty-two hands touch their first World Cup.

I had been an official member for a whole month now and though the training and practices were tough, I was tougher. The sore muscles, the hours of training, the long practices almost made me love it more. I was finally earning my own salary, finally grasping at true adulthood. And I was so glad the I had been blessed enough to play professionally as my career.

Our first game was only a couple of weeks away on the 30th of October. It was against the sun-kissed skin, beach body, Caribbean shoreline players of Belize. Yes, Ireland was none of those things. We were quite pallid of skin and more of sweater wearers than bikinis, but we had a strong team this year. Beaters who could knock anyone off their broom along with protecting the others, a Keeper that never let a ball slip past him, and three brilliant chasers who could score with such grace and speed that I had never witnessed before. It was my job to make sure that the other seeker was distracted.

It had been a month since my tryout and during the first week of practice, Dean Camish took the liberty to show us the teams in our bracket this year. Our Beaters were better, our Keeper was swifter, our Chasers were agiler, but every one of the seekers that I would be facing was much taller, much larger and all of them were male. Apparently, in Camish's eyes, this meant that I must woo them into letting me win, but I saw the opportunity in a much more different perspective. I had to distract them, play with their mind a bit and make sure their eyes were on me the whole time. If I could miss lead them I would win easily.

Yes, it had been a month of constant training, but it had also been a month of looking for Scorpius everywhere I turned. In Diagon Alley when I went to purchase the mandatory padding and cloves, in the Coffee shop by our flat, through letters that I sent with my owl Athena that she always brought back. It had been a month of finding things in the house, of habits with my shopping that I couldn't change, it was a month of buying his favorite beer and it never being drunk, it was a month of crying myself to sleep in a cold and empty bed.

I was packing away my summer clothes and bringing out the box of thick jumpers, jackets, and scarves. I hung each one and organized them by color. I pulled out my multiple sweaters that I received each Christmas from Gran. One was purple with a green 'L', another was yellow with a blue 'L', and another was crimson with a gold 'S'. My fingers trailed over the gold thread my gran had used to make Scorpius's very first Weasley Jumper. I felt my stomach turn and began to feel queasy.

I felt warm tears trail down my cheeks and fall onto the knit jumper. I pulled it close to my chest and breathed deeply. It smelled like his cologne and spearmint breath mints. I sighed heavily and slouched against the footboard of the bed. I sat there and let loud, ugly, violent sobs rake through my body. And I didn't try to stop them, I didn't want to. I sat there in hysterics for the better part of three hours sobbing and cursing. I had cried about him, but I hadn't just sobbed uncontrollably. I was better than that I thought, but I was not.

The next few days my eyes seemed puffy and glassy and my effort in practice was subpar. I was truly in a funk over him. It wasn't because he had broken up with me or broke my heart or cheated, but it was because I missed him. I missed him so much and nobody, not even Roxy could understand how sad I was.