ALEXITHYMIA
(n.) the inability to describe one's own emotions.
❝How can you forgive me so quick?❞
❝Cause it's you, Flo. You may be a pain, and a bit of a prat but it's just you, and that's okay❞
A story where the sarcastic Ravenclaw reluctantly fa...
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Flo squinted at the harshness of the light pooling into her room, as he Father yanked open her curtains. She pulled her duvet up to her chin as she rolled over facing her poster filled bedroom wall. Pulling her legs up to her chest she let out a small groan, letting her eyes adjust to the light.
Flo's Father let out a sad sigh as he sat down on the edge of her bed. "Florence, you haven't left your bed since you've come back and now you're going back to school. Please, come down for breakfast."
Flo stared at her wall blankly, it taking time for his statement to sink in. Ever since they had returned from the Quidditch World Cup Flo lived in her bedroom, only leaving to go to the bathroom and to have a shower and that was about it. Her Dad was a saint, he brought her food twice a day, worrying tremendously about his daughter after what he heard had happened at the sporting event.
"Oh, right, I must have lost track of time. I'll be down in a minute." The girl said over her shoulder causing her Father to let out a sigh. He was tremendously concerned for Flo this past week but he also understood that the only way she would deal with this traumatic event would be to bottle up and ignore all her feelings. No matter how hard he would try to help her, she was a carbon copy of her Mother; completely refusing to be vulnerable. With a pat on her leg he left the room, leaving the door open just because he knew it bugged her, and if he did that she would eventually get up to fix it.
Looking at the door Flo sighed as she sat up, and looked out the window to see it drizzly and quite gloomy; weather that the girl loved. Most people living in England desired the warm beach weather that hardly came, dreading the cold, but to Flo this weather was everything. It was something about the way the cold weather meant tracksuit pants and hot cups of tea that just made her feel happy and the way it meant walking around with slippers and blankets that kept her secure and safe. It was just so homey and gentle. It also allowed for the girl to read all day which was the best part about it, Flo once reading four books in one day.
Flo got out of bed, her thick bed socks hitting the wooden floor, as she walked herself into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Slipping in she turned the water to as hot as she could handle, her skin turning red from the heat but never the less proceeded to wake her up. She gently scrubbed her skin with the lemongrass scented soap and washed her hair with the orange scented shampoo she had packed from her dorms back at Hogwarts, both the scents being her absolute favourite; applying a large amount of conditioner to the end of her hair. Flo was thankful for her hair. Although it did get in the way sometimes and she did get teased by Malfoy for it, it's beautiful red tinge was unique, and the curls added a sense of innocence to her appearance. Her hair was identical to her Mothers and she was sad that she never got her help in learning how to tame the lions mane, but glad that at least she had something that she would always look at and smile knowing that although her Mother was no longer around, there's always a part of her living on the Earth.
Once she turned off the shower the sound of faint singing sounded from downstairs. Listening closely she could hear her Father's voice belting out an old Elvis Presley tune, a wide grin settling on her face. Softly singing along with him she looked at disheveled self in the mirror and let out a sigh from the sight.
"If he's alright, you're alright."
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Florence wasn't much of a talker, and Hermione knew that. Ron on the other hand couldn't care less about that fact and always tried to squeeze some form of conversation out of the girl, no matter how much she tried to ignore him. And this trip on the Hogwarts Express was no different, all Flo wanted to do was read her new book that she got from her Father and maybe have a nap but Ron wanted to talk about was what happened at the Quidditch World Cup and their theories; Hermione not helping much as she read a paper with the events of said situation plastered on the front.
"Flo come on. You never answered us when we asked how you were after the cup?" He asked in quite a nosy manor, Hermione's head snapping up at the statement.
"Us!?" The girl squeaked as she slammed her newspaper onto the seat beside her. "Ronald there was no 'us'. YOU asked Flo."
Ron let out a groan of annoyance, Hermione harshly picking up the paper and reading it once more. Flo looked up awkwardly from her book and met the eyes of an amused Harry, giving him a look asking for help but the boy simply shrugged with a wide smile on his face. Flo really wished she had brought her muggle phone and earphones this time.
Just as Ron was about to rephrase the question the group heard the booming voice of the older trolley lady whom always pushed around the 'Honeydukes Express' sweets cart. Flying up from her seat Flo nudged an excited Ron slightly out of the way, her eyes meeting the kind ones of the lady. Flo asked for a chocolate frog and a pumpkin pastie, the sweet treats being her go-to. There was something about those two sweets that just always filled her with happiness and excitement. And eventually, she made it a tradition that at the start and end of every year she would buy one pumpkin pastie and one chocolate frog, eating them as she read her books, it was just a way of enjoying all the things she loved at once.
Paying the woman she gave her a soft "thank you", and a warm smile and went to retreat back to her seat but an awkward Harry caught her attention. Looking over the boy's shoulder she saw him staring at a rosy cheeked Cho Chang; Flo's mouth turning into a wide grin at the sight of her friend and her roommate acting all shy. This could be cute.
Both Harry and Flo took their seats within their compartment once again, Ron starting to yap on again to a rather annoyed looking Hermione not even missing a beat. Flo's mouth turned into a wide grin as she looked at everyone in the cabin, cause even though she didn't like to show it all too often she was thankful to have friends like them in her life.
________ a/n Hi guys! Sorry this chapters kinda a filler and a little more backstory. But because we're gonna be back at hogwarts more interesting things can happen Pls remember to comment and vote brie x
