Chapter Ten: Something, Forgotten?
A/N: Sorry about the long delay. I have final year exams coming up and have been super busy! Also I want to thank all of you who have followed, favourited and reviewed this story. It really means a lot and really keeps me writing more! Anyways, I hope you enjoy what is to come! ~QN.
She just couldn't shake the feeling that she had forgotten something. Emalia had no time though to mull over what it was as the holidays were over and class began again. She had homework to do, professors to prank and letters to write to Albus. She had never been so busy. It seemed as if people were trying to keep her away from what she had forgotten. And it was working; well, most of the time. Whenever she had free time Emalia would wander alone by herself, seemingly aimlessly. However she always ended up in the same corridor. 'Just a silly coincidence' she muttered to herself 'All these corridors do is led you around in a giant maze.'
Albus was worried. He didn't realise the extent of his actions had affected Corisande in such an adverse way. He needed to earn her forgiveness, but how could he? He was the reason behind her suffering, or at least that was what she believed. He had to find a way, anything. Without her help, he knew Emalia would suffer because of it. Although he was knowledgeable, he would not be able to help Emalia with what was coming next. He was drawn out of his thinking when he heard a small know at his office door. He sighed. 'Back to business Albus, Hogwarts won't run itself.' He muttered to himself. 'Come in.' he called cheerily. The problem with Corisande would have to wait.
Corisande was pacing around her quarters. She was fuming. Once Albus had left she was called back to Madame Maxime's office and had received a stern lecture. She couldn't believe it. The Headmistress knew of her problems and issue with Albus yet she seemed to be in the wrong. She was civil to the man, was that not enough? She couldn't get over her anger, her emotions were consuming her. She would have to get someone to cover her classes for her for the next week. 'Merlin knows what I will say or do.' She muttered to herself. She could hear the pictures tittering behind her. 'Talking to oneself is the first sign of madness lady.' She turned to glare at them with fire burning in her eyes. She was gone, the anger had consumed her. Standing in the place of Corisande was a monster, one fuelled by hatred, despair and lust for revenge.
In St Mungo's in London sat a woman, so frail and so small that most visitors to the hospital thought she was the ghost of a patient long since dead. She spent every day staring out the window, seemingly lost in thought. No one knew who she was and once they left St Mungo's, they instantly forgot that she even existed.