Disclaimer:

Gemma: Hey! Rebekah!
Me: what?
Gemma: lol (hehehe... she actually did say lol...) I was looking around and I saw your glasses case, and I asked Connor: Why does she have Corn?

Why I am not good enough to have written Harry Potter... I own corn and carry it to classes... It tastes good... --


Silent

Scorpius tapped his pen irritably on the pile of official documents before him, the sound almost deafening to his ears after the deep silence of the almost empty apartment. He sighed and ran his hand his fingers roughly through his blonde hair.

It was quiet.

It was too quiet.

And it was all his own fault.

He had told her she was too loud.

Too annoying.

Too distractive.

He told her to leave.

And she left.

In silence.

In tears.

And he knew it was wrong.

He knew he had lied to her.

He couldn't concentrate any better with her gone; If anything it was worse, him worrying about what had happened to her.

He felt so sick with himself.

He had had a bad day, and he had let it out on her.

Guilt plagued him and the intolerable noise that was silence bore down upon him. His face flushed red and his eyes stung, leaking onto the forgotten papers before him.

He needed her.

'Lily…?' he choked out into the darkened room.

There was no reply.

Everything was silent.