Weltschmerz

Chapter 17

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Camila was laying in bed, feeling restless. Her head felt drained and dizzy from all the questions swirling around in her mind.

After staring what felt like hours at the ceiling, chasing the little dots swimming in her vision, she knew she wasn't going to find sleep anytime soon.

She huffed to herself before sitting up and swinging her legs out of the bed. With the blanket tightly wrapped around her body, she swiftly made her way over to the chair by the window, careful not to wake Normani.

With her arms tightly wrapped around her legs and her head leaning against the wall, she starred out of the window, watching as the rain fell from the sky. Camila enjoyed the night and the rain, it helped her to relax. She closed her eyes, listening as the rain struck the window, making soft clanking sounds.

The events of the evening kept replaying inside her mind, beginning with Lauren asking her for a dance, to the conversation she had shared with her Abuelita in the kitchen.

Was is true? Did she have a sister? Was she really dead? Why had Laurens mother brought Sofia up in the first place? How had she known that name? What had she meant by 'you'll never see Sofia again'. Did she know something? Or had she only meant for her words to get under her Abuelita's skin? If not, they were sure as hell getting under Camila's.

Her mind couldn't help but come up with wild improbably scenarios as to what could have happened to Sofia. Her Abuela had said that Sofia had died at birth, but the Slytherin couldn't help to shake the feeling that it wasn't the whole truth.

What if Sofia was still out there? Being raised by a different family. Not even knowing who she really is, not even knowing of her real family. Not knowing about her real mother locked up in Azkaban, not knowing that she has a grandmother, not knowing that she has a sister.

If Ms. Jauregui knew about Sofia, how likely was it that Lauren knew as well? What if Lauren knew something, that she didn't.

Camila made a mental note to ask the Gryffindor once she was back at Hogwarts. Only thinking about Lauren she could feel an unexplainable warmth pass over her, making her feel oddly fuzzy inside.

A small smile played over her lips. The raven haired girl had looked so beautiful in her elegant black dress. Camila hadn't been able to keep her eyes off the girl all night.

She still felt horrible about how they had left things that night. She had just confessed that she had been freaked out by Laurens confession before they were so rudely interrupted. She could only imagine how it made Lauren feel inside.

She had enjoyed the evening with Lauren a lot though she wished the night would have gone differently. She wished they could've had a little more time. She wished she could've explained herself further to Lauren, explained that she was just overwhelmed with the whole situation, that she hadn't meant to push her away, that she really liked the person Lauren finally allowed her to see.

Camila had told Lauren that she didn't trust her and that was the truth. She didn't, but after meeting Ms. Jauregui for the first time, Camila understood the things Lauren had explained to her. The things that had made her feel awful.

'I was taught to hate you.' Laurens words echoed in the back of her mind.

Camila felt her stomach turn. She was no stranger to people despising her because of the simple fact that she was a Cabello. What she didn't understand was how a grown-ass woman attacked her in a room full of people- coworkers. What was she thinking? How could that woman have so much unfiltered rage inside her, that boiled over the moment her eyes had located Camila?