A/N: Trigger warning for a panic/anxiety attack. Please proceed with caution. Next week's chapter will also be a filler.
Filler 1
Death was a curious concept. One that Petunia held no love for. Petunia didn't like the sensation of pain much either. She didn't like men who hurt her and sometimes she wished she had magic to cast spells to take it all away.
She hadn't left the flat all day. Petunia smoked inside the house and drank too much coffee. Darren had ballet practice. Jean also had been caught sneaking out one too many times. There wasn't anyone who was there for her. She really did not have the energy to hold herself up anymore.
When she felt like this Petunia tried to drown herself in work or complicated puzzles that dotted the Spinner's End property. The owner of the Apothecary had given her enough Calming Drought and tea, but her body had burned through it in almost seconds. She pulled a blanket over herself and tried to take deep breathes. Petunia couldn't call home, they would refuse to understand and she didn't know how to make them.
Petunia didn't mind losing herself in other people. She rarely liked herself enough to be the focus of her own thoughts. But this felt like too much. It felt like every rising wave on the ocean or the fear that her mother had after her father had spent one too many nights outside of the house they shared together.
A sharp wailing sound filled the air and only to devolve into heaving and shivering. It was like she would never feel whole again. Someone crawled into her bed and held her. They said nothing apart from holding Petunia until the shivers and waves stopped. Petunia breathed them in. Warm, safe and a hand stroking her hair. Jean was here and she wouldn't ask questions. It was not her place to do so.