Some people found comfort in sitting next to a fireplace or having someone hold onto them and whisper sweet nothing into their ear. James Potter did not find comfort in any of these things, instead finding comfort in food, specifically sweet food th...
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chapter seventeen: a witch without a broom
Matilda Allens felt a bit like a classic witch without her broom. It was an analogy that she knew she would have to explain to most people as she knew that all the people that knew her would point out the fact that she didn't know her way around a broom, in fact, she was pretty sure she forgot how to ride one considering she hadn't done it in many years. What Matilda meant was that she felt a bit odd and out of place.
She had arrived at Hogwarts and immediately fell into James' arms before her sobbing continued as the snow fell around them. She made no sense and even less sense when she demanded she go to Dumbledores office. She didn't know who else to tell about her mother's unexpected return from the dead so she believed the headmaster should do. He said he understood and would inform the ministry and she should just take it easy for a few days until break. Matilda thought that Dumbledore was a bit of an odd man as she walked out of his office and back to the common room, James having disappeared from outside.
But instead of getting up for her Charms class as she had promised herself, she would do. She slept. The girl had never slept so much in her entire life but Matilda Allens fell asleep in the early morning and awoke in the late afternoon, an odd occurrence for the girl who was usually up at the crack of dawn. The sun had begun to rise when she met her bed and now when she was leaving it, she could see it beginning to set.
She felt sick to her stomach and slightly feverish as she got out of bed. Her mother was a deatheater, a traitor, and a murderer. Magda Allens was no mother to Matilda but they would always be tied together by bloodlines and the thought made her feel nauseous. Louisa and Evan sat down in the common room, worrying about their friend who Louisa had discovered in the morning, passed out in her bed, still wearing her shoes. She knew that she wasn't supposed to be back for days and she had spotted Professor Sprout coming into the room to check on her causing her concern to grow.
The two jumped up as they spotted their friend, Louisa and Evan quickly holding hands as they became increasingly more stressed from her state. She looked god awful. Paler than usual, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat and slightly dark under circles.
"Matilda, are you okay?" Evan stepped forward as she seemed to stagger, both him and Louisa watching with anxiety and concern brewing them between both. Matilda fell down on an armchair, not sitting in her usual spot as she felt hot and it was too close to the fire. Her friends followed, both of them kneeling in front of her chair as she pushed her hair back from her forehead.
"What happened?" Matilda looked down at the faces of her two best friends and felt a small pang of fear go through her. She felt scared. She looked at Evan and remembered the boy crying over the fact that the girl he liked had deatheater parents. How was she any different? She knew that the situations were vastly different but these times made people do crazy things, good and bad. Matilda was a person that gave into fear, sometimes letting it consume her until she broke down and Matilda shook her head at her friends, letting fear clutch her in his dirty hands.
