The plate, of grilled chicken and green beans, across the table had gone cold hours ago, my plate is empty and I sit there playing with paper butterflies with my wand. I make them float through the air with a levitation charm, they seem as though they could be flying on their own. I've been sitting here for hours just waiting for a sound that he had gotten back. I feel pathetic that I'm hoping for him to come back when we had a fight and he was completely in the wrong. I groan and slam my forehead down on the dark oak table.
I'm currently sitting in a big dining room, with a long table with more chairs than I could ever imagine being full at once. The house is dark and dusty, I refuse to clean it. If I were to clean this house it gives it more of the feeling of staying here... for a long time. We've already been hiding out here for a few months, and Draco shows no signs of us leaving anytime soon... so I got upset and yelled at him.
Draco leaves everyday to check the border spells he cast around the plot of land in the house when we appreciated that terrible day when the death eaters invaded Hogwarts. Draco has yet to tell me what happened and what he did, I know it was something bad but he gets defensive everytime I bring it up. I suspect when he leaves he's not just checking the border spells, I have a bad feeling that he's leaving for the wizarding world. That's what I yelled at him, he came back to our base like home and I asked him where he had been. He answered how I assumed even though I willed him to tell me the truth, he was just "checking the spells." So I yelled, he yelled, I cried, and he left.
I screamed through my red and wet from tears face where he was going, he mumble he's just going to think in the woods. That was hours ago and since then I pulled myself together, ready to apologize for my behavior and not trusting. I must have broken from the loneliness of not communicating with anyone but Draco, and he's gone most of the day, and I'm stuck in the same house day in and day out. I cooked dinner and set it out, assuming he would be back shortly but he has yet to turn up. I huff in defeat, I stuff my wand in my back pocket letting the paper butterflies fall to the ground. I leave them there as I pick up my empty plate and the full plate and walk back to the kitchen. I shoved the plate with food in the fridge and leave the empty plate in the kitchen, mentally and physically too tired to clean it.
I walk down a long hallway and up a big staircase that would probably look very grand if it was clean. I leave footprints in the thin layer of dust that covers everything in this house besides our rooms we need to use. I make my way down another long hallway opening the last door on the right, entering the room I had claimed since being here. It's the smallest room, yet it's bigger than the Gryffindor common room. There's california king size canopy bed, a white dresser, a vanity, and a big window with the built in bench. I walked over to the window and sat on the cushioned branch and look out to the ocean in front of me, the woods to my right, and the garden I have begun to work on to my left.
I long to touch the water, to walk past the garden, to be anywhere but here. I didn't know this is what Draco defined as running away, sticking ourselves in a house surrounded by protection magic. I opened my window so I can hear the branches moving and the waves hitting the sand. I watch the edge of the woods for Draco to come back, but I instead fall to sleep with the cool breeze of the ocean rolling over me.
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