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Chapter Eight:

Chapter Eight:

 

Elizabeth sat in three broom-sticks, her chin in her hands as she traced her finger around the bag. Draco had neither shown his face or been around since she found him like that two nights ago. He didn’t go to classes, he practically dropped off the face of the earth and she was willing to give him the space he obviously wanted. Was he ashamed that someone caught him? Or was he just sleeping? Had a magic draining done so much damage to him?

 

Elizabeth felt guilty then that she had not done anything to see if he was okay. She just up and believed he would wake up the next day and fight his way out to see her. What if he was honestly damaged! Elizabeth pushed her bar-stool up to the bar more and hung her head. She was a horrible… what was she now? Girlfriend? Snogging buddy? Was she still just Elizabeth?

 

With a sigh, her hand played with the clasp on his bag one more time before her body went rigid when it flicked open. Her eyes shot down as she looked to it. The box! Curiosity hit her like a train at high velocity as she looked over the black box. What could he have hidden in it? Elizabeth looked over it before she heard the door to the Three Broomsticks open and she jumped so much she stuffed the box back in the bag and stumbled towards the bathrooms.

 

What was she so nervous about? Alot, because when she turned to look out towards the door, she saw a few faces, one of which was Draco. He looked out of air, he looked sick as always. Worried. She could read it from the entrance to the bathroom. She should return his bag, he was probably worried about his wand.

 

But Elizabeth turned from him and walked to the bathroom and shut herself in a stall. The box on her knees, she flipped it open. She just needed to see what he had been working on so much that he drained himself.

 

Inside was a necklace and her heart nearly snapped. An echanted necklace, she could feel the zap of the enchantment without even putting her hands near it. Maybe it was anger, or just confusion, she snapped the box shut and sat there on the toilet in silence. What was she doing? Snooping on him? Was this about her distrust that he would never tell her the truth about the Death Eater activities? Or was this pure curiosity of what her boyfriend could be doing on his off time.

 

“Did I just use the word, Boyfriend?” She hissed as she stood up from the porcelain throne. Elizabeth tucked everything but the box in his pack. She fully meant to stand up and face him, to confront him publically about it. He couldn’t lie to her then, could he? No, bad idea, because what if she forced him to use it on her and it was deadly. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes on the mirror in front of the stall as she stepped out. The box sat on the sink while she starred in the mirror.

 

Elizabeth nipped her bottom lip as she let her eyes fall down onto the box below her. She ought to just return it. But Dumbledore had said to take care of him, and that’s just what she planned on doing.

 

The door to the bathroom opened and Elizabeth stood up straight as Katie Bell stepped through and cocked her brow at the brunette before her.

 

“Bell.”