Lacuna

chpt.3

September 21, 1998
Diary,
I wanna go home. I literally have zero motivation to do any school work and I just fucking hate this school year so far. It's only been a few weeks already but I'm ready to give up to be honest.

Prompt for today: what is your favorite quote and why?

'Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.' because it is so incredibly true. You make these plans, for tomorrow, next week, years from now but as you do these things, you dont acknowledge the life that is currently happening around you.

Life and time gets swept right out from under your feet and it fucking flies by giving zero warning. You don't realize you get all caught up in these thoughts and ideas until you find yourself realizing it will never come true and life will just happen to you.

Cordelia.

It was late, far too late for Draco and Cordelia to be up at that hour. They sat out in the cold common room minding their own business. Cordelia sat wrapped up in a big fuzzy blanket holding a book in her hand about the best female quidditch players.

A cup of tea sat at the stand beside her with a spoon stirring. She waved her finger and wrist to cause it to spin then spoon in the mug. The loud fire crackled in the back when it never really warmed the place up.

Draco sat on the couch and his legs propped up on the coffee table crossed at the ankles. He aggressively scribbled in his journal. Cordelia flipped the page and her eyes fell on Draco and could visibly see his anger.

"Are you alright?" She said and the spoon quit stirring the tea. He exhaled and sat back in the couch and let his quill fall on the page.

"Mums getting sent to Azkaban." He he said lowly his voice scratchy.
"I don't know how long so that leaves the manor to me." He grinned a fake sarcastic spiteful smile. Cordelia frowned and cocked an eyebrow and sighed closing her book.

"That's um-" she cleared her throat,
"-upsetting." She repositioned her legs.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do with a massive fucking mansion when I'm an only child." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"If it wasn't for those stupid mud blo-"

"Don't say that." Cordelia cut him off. He snapped his neck and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" He asked her.

"Don't say mud blood." She shook her head at him. "It's offensive." She made a disgusted expression on her lips.

"That's the whole point..Since when did you become all- i don't know..stupid?" He asked her. Cordelia scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm not stupid. Wars over Draco. No one is going to kill you for excepting others for their blood status." She opened her book back up.

"Then about about that mark on your arm?" He crossed his arms. Cordelias eyes shot up from her book pages and met his. Draco's eyes where full of mockery.

"It's something I'm not proud about." She chewed the inner cheek. He rolled his eyes and looked ahead.

"I wish there was a way to get rid of it." He stated. Cordelia pursed her lips a bit confused. She tilted her head.

"Why would you- out of anybody... want rid of the symbol that shows you support pure blood supremacy and your hatred against muggles and those who have muggle blood?" She asked with spite.

"Cause it fucking hurts." He snapped turning to her. "Yeah I fucking hate muggles but I don't want a tattoo on my damn skin that feels like it's burning constantly." He snarled. Cordelia eyes widened and looked away with her lips formed in a line. "I know yours hurts to." He nodded his head. She shifted her eyes back to him.