“What happened?” I asked.
I wasn’t sure what to think of this situation. I mean, Snape is telling me he has bad news? What, am I failing potions? Ha, yeah right, potions is one of my best subjects.
“There’s been an accident.”
My stomach dropped. Ok, I’m so not liking where this is going…
“And..?”
“Your mother-“
“What about my mom?!” My blood was turning cold and I suddenly felt very weak.
“She’s dead.”
I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing.
Snape opened his mouth to say something else, but I couldn’t handle it. I needed to get away…so I ran.
I had to escape. I could feel myself slowly breaking down.
My vision became blurry as I was running. I was breathing heavily as the silent tears slowly began to fall.
I was running through the Great Hall just trying to be somewhere alone.
I had to go through the great hall to get anywhere alone.
I didn’t care where, just anywhere away.
Tears were still falling and I was shoving people out of the way.
“Move.” I said without emotion.
“Lexy?” A worried voice called out.
I suddenly felt two strong hands holding me preventing me from moving forward.
“Hey, babe, are you ok?”
It was Blaise.
I could feel more tears coming and I just said in a whisper, “Please move.”
“What happened?” He asked, but I couldn’t hear him.
I made my way out of his grasp and continued running.
I could hear him yelling after me. His voice was soon joined with Paige’s. They both called after me and tried to follow me, but I was too fast.
I ran down an empty hallway.
I honestly don’t know how I didn’t hit a wall because I could barely see with all the tears fogging up my vision. I made it to the sixth floor and I ran down another deserted hallway, not really sure where I was going. I just needed to be alone and away from everyone. I had to run.
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