The Bluebird's Dance

3

Adrian

The early morning sunrays bounced around my face, and I hid my face under my pillow in an act of second nature, I pushed my eyelids shut, hoping to get a few more moments of sleep in. I try to think back to my dream, but even in my tired state, nothing happens. I try harder, picturing her smile and the dimples on her cheek, the way her laughter was carried throughout the garden, the feeling of her hand in mine. I was almost there, almost in her garden back in France. I could start to smell the peonies and ocean air. I could-

My curtain that spread around my bed suddenly whipped around, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Draco Malfoy huffing around.

"What is it Malfoy?" I groaned as I flipped over to the other side of the bed. He knew that I hadn't slept well this past week. Hell, I probably haven't slept well this whole school year.

"It's Carmen," he panted.

I get up quickly, looking him dead in the eye. "What's going on?" I ask, suddenly alert. I push back my covers and get up speedily.

Malfoy swallows hard, and I notice the dark circles hanging under his eyes. "Just come, please."

We make our way down to the third floor, Draco leading me through the halls, both of us practically sprinting through the school. As we reached the guest rooms, Draco took out his wand and muttered something under his breath and the portrait opened soon after. I had so many questions but now was obviously not the right time to ask them. 

As we entered the room, the sight of the signature Beauxbatons blue robes crowded the large living space. Some girls were talking quietly with their peers, others were reading French literature by the big windows. The little girl I saw before was dancing around the room, twirling about in her own little world. I look around for Carmen, but I don't see her anywhere. When I look back at Draco, he wore a grim frown.

He continued to the stairway leading up to the dorms, and I was hesitant on going in. Mother would have my head if she knew what I was doing. She probably would've screamed at me, asking me where my manners were, what did she do wrong that I couldn't act properly. Shaking the thought away, I climb the staircase, and as we make it to the beds, I see three Beauxbatons girls, all sitting at the edge of the bed. Laying on the bed was Carmen.

She was asleep, but even unconscious, she had captured the attention of everyone in the room. I smile thinking about all the things she would've said to me if she knew what was going. I don't even know what's going on, I remember.

"Pardon Mademoiselles, Que se passe-t-il? Carmen va-t-elle bien?" I ask. The girls look my way, and I recognized two of the girls, Fleur and Genevieve. They all wore grim expressions on their face, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Genevieve's hand wrapped tightly around Carmen's. They looked back at each other, saying nothing. The sweat on the back of my neck made my button-up stick to my back.

"She is, uh, she is not?" Fleur started, only it sounded more like a question. What the fuck is going on? I look back at Draco, his knuckles were white, and his sunken eyes looked like they had seen a ghost.

"What's going on?" I asked him, my lip wavering.

"Last night, I snuck out and found her and Genevieve lost on the fifth floor near the Gryffindor rooms," Draco was racing through, trying to get everything out. "I helped them find their rooms but as we entered, Carmen fell on the ground. Apparently she was concussed but I think it's gotten worse."

Concussed. Concussed! Oh Shit. I remember two summers ago, when we went to her family home in France, she said she had fallen down on the stairs, and that's why she always had headaches. I remember her mother was furious at her, though it was probably because she saw her daughters fall as an act of clumsiness. Her mother and mine got along nicely. Two posh women who used their children to showcase their posh and elegant lives. No it is not elegant. It's sad and boring. Carmen was elegant. She was brilliant, and kind, and everything I wanted.

If this was just a head injury, then why did they seem so afraid.

"Well, how has it gotten worse?" I finally ask.

Draco

If he only knew, I think to myself. Fleur and Genevieve look me in the eyes, and I nod my head, knowing. Within the past four hours, Carmen would awake just for a minute, screaming in pain and flaring about. The sight was horrible. Carmen had been asleep for thirty minutes, so another episode would be starting again soon.

God. Today has been a long day. Make that a long night. Hell I didn't even sleep, not that I sleep much anyways. Still, all I wanted to do was close my eyes. I fight the strength it takes to not keep them shut. I can barely think straight, and I still have to deal with Adrian in his frantic state. Oh shit! I forgot about that.

"Ummmm, well she keeps on waking up every now and then," I responded, and I see Adrian nod his head hopefully. If he only knew. "Though, every time she's awake, she is screaming, violently."

Adrian's eyes go wide and I could tell his heart dropped to the ground. All of this sounds insane. Why is she doing this? What's wrong with her? Why can't we help her?

"Madame Pomfrey has been here, checked on her. Please don't worry," Fleur mentions. Good thinking, she's smart.

"Don't worry? what, Carmen's been in and out of consciousness, screaming, and is concussed. What do I have to worry about? She's fine. All of this is fine. What... What could make me worry?" Adrian spits, and I feel bad for Fleur. She has done nothing but help, or tried for that matter. I was about to snap at Adrian for his lack of manners, but when I look at him, he seems on edge. Like he is one second away from bursting.

Pent up anger. It's the only thing that makes sense. We all have it, but it seems Adrian has been letting it infect him right now.

"Don't mind him," I tell Fleur, giving her a small half smile. I look back at Adrian, and god do I wanna smack his face right now. Resisting the urge, I pulled on his arm, "Pucey, let's talk somewhere else."

"No, no, I can't just-"

"Lets go now," I cut him off, leading him away from the bed, and as we left the guest room and headed towards the changing staircases, I could hear screams in the background.

Carmen

No matter how hard I tried, the memories kept rising to the surface. No, no, no, no. I can feel every sorrowed and painful emotion I kept hidden. What is happening? Why do I feel like this? I just wanted it to end right there. Why couldn't I have died then? Everything hurts, and I don't know why. I tried clenching my teeth, but I bit my tongue and the taste of iron flooded my mouth. I tried clamping my eyes shut, but tears still flowed out vigorously. I tried grasping out in front of me, but I could not find anything to hold. I'm falling. I'm falling and mother will put an end to it all. I am falling.

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A/N:

This is actually so bad, like really bad. hehe. Enjoy this short chapter because I'm silly. hehe.

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