𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔 ~ 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 (𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤)

~ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚗 ~

Day 2

She noticed the bracelet she wore almost immediately, the small cloud and rose weighed her down as if she were dragging along two dumbbells. She yanked the bracelet off, the cozy feeling that sat upon her the previous day before she fell asleep now gone and forgotten. All she could think about now was the fact that Dean had truly been with Ginny. It wasn't just in her head.

And about how Draco was there watching as she ran away. It all felt very metallic and slow in her mind.

And she thought about how there were 8 days left until she would be given the dark mark, and that her father was the same age as her when he got his Dark Mark.

She finally climbed out of her head, and noticed the large window that she thought, just a few hours before, had widened and poured the sereneness of the night stars onto her. The Sun was slipping up through the clouds, signaling dawn and a new day.

She remembered: Nobody knew she was in the hospital wing. She missed a day of classes and nobody knew where she was.

Knowing this, she almost didn't want to leave. She knew if she didn't, there was no way she could be questioned about what happened in the Great Hall the day before. But she also knew that if she didn't leave, people would worry.

She sat back. They will find me eventually, she thought. She picked up the bracelet from where it perched on her sheets.

Examining it, turning it around in her hands, memories flooded back.

Memories of Dean and his calloused fingers brushing up against the back of her neck, her cheek, her stomach.

Memories of his deep laugh that sounded like pure gold spilling from the depths of his soul.

Beatrice told herself, over and over again that she did not love Dean, for they never said it to one another, but she knew that on some level she did love him.

She rolled over and observed the other side of the room. The bricks were a brown-ish sort of gray, and there was an older looking woman making her way to where Beatrice lay.

"Up, up dear," Madam Pomfrey said, almost shooing Bea into a sitting position.

"Madam, may I just stay in here one more day?" Bea pleaded.

"No, child. You must leave. I'm sure your friends are worried about you," the aged woman started stripping the thin sheets from Bea's body.

"Madam-"

"Miss Black, you will leave here at once. I'm sorry, dear, but your wrist is all healed and we need any extra bed we can get," Madam Pomfrey spoke as if there were an abundance of injured children outside waiting for Beatrice particularly to leave.

But Beatrice complied, slowly slipping out from under the cover and dropping her feet onto the ground.

She paused for a moment looking at her feet while the fatigue from the emotions the day before fully leaked into her body, making her muscles heavy and her bones shaky. She rose.

"See you around, Madam Pomfrey," Beatrice waved, feigning contentment. The lady just nodded at her in acknowledgment.

Once Beatrice exited the room, she pulled over into the nearest bathroom and approached the mirror tentatively, as if she were scared of what she might find.