for as long as she had been alive, theresa adler wasn't very social. she always remained in the background, and preferred it that way. to many people around her, this was a bad habit, something that would hurt her as she grew up, but what they didn'...
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VIII. The Death Bed
TEARS CLOUDED HER EYES AS SHE RUSHED INTO THE RAVENCLAW GIRL, and into her dormitory. She slammed the door shut, the sound echoing off the walls. She tossed the letter onto her bed, pacing around the room, shock, and anxiety shaking her system.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Theresa grabbed the letter, reading it over again, and again, trying to fully process the information that was written on the page.
'Dear Theresa,
Your mother has been killed.
We will arrange someone to pick you up at the earliest convenience to attend the funeral.
Sincerely, Elliott Adler '
Her heart stopped every time she read the letter; her eyes grew glassy, as she stared at the letter, slowly, the tears slowly began to escape her eyes falling on the parchment, causing the words on the paper to turn into just large black spots.
A sob escaped her lips, her hand covering her mouth to somewhat muffle them. How was it possible? Why was it her mother? Theresa didn't know the answers, cries left her mouth, crumbling the letter in her hands as she fell on her knees, shattering
It took some time before the girl could collect herself. She hadn't left her room in hours, the door was locked as she was curled on the window-sill, staring outside, the letter still in hand, her eyes were extremely red and swollen, her face was dry. Despondent now, she stared down at the courtyard, her breath still quivering.
Clenching the letter in her fist, Theresa felt emotionless, there was nothing else to feel anymore.
Down below in the courtyard, Regulus walked with Severus, he hadn't seen Theresa all day besides the one time during breakfast. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as the older Slytherin and he walked out in the snow, while Severus said something about the Dark Arts.
"-quite an easy spell," The older Slytherin said, his hands behind as his back as the two strode forward, to which Regulus just nodded to. His mind kept wandering back to the Ravenclaw girl, curious to where she may be.
It was around seven o' clock when Theresa heard her name being called from the Common Room. Wiping away the few remaining tears that managed to appear with her sleeve, she got up, walking out of the room and into the Common Room where Professor Flitwick stood, looking up at her.
"Please pack your stuff, Miss Adler," He squeaked, a pitying look in his eyes upon seeing her, "Your father is here,"
Instead of speaking, Theresa nodded, her voice felt hoarse, she didn't want to make herself seem weaker than she already felt. Turning on her heel, she entered her room once more.
Throwing in the most essential items, she could care less about how neat it was, Theresa shut her trunk, hauling it back towards the Common Room where Flitwick stood waiting for her.
