Lying Mudblood
The houses competition round eight:
House: Slytherin
Position: herbology
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Speech] "Wait here, I'll be back."
Beta: Aya, Emma
Word count: 716
It is possibly an AU.
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Theodore Nott collapsed onto his bed, his shoulders slumped forward, his face glum as he looked at the carpet, staring a hole into it. He eventually flopped back to bury his head in his pillow. Tears were falling down his face, his sobs muffled by the thick object. In the end, his father had been right about her, despite how desperately he'd wanted to deny it. She was no good, no more than a gold digger.
As he lay there, crying, Candice Hopper's last words danced around his head, her voice so sweet and innocent. "Wait here, I'll be back," that had been what she had said, as sincerely as can be. He'd believed her. Theodore believed she was only going to the loo as she said. What a fool he had been. At least her parents had the decency to send him an owl, explaining the situation. They'd even apologised!
Theodore moaned before letting out a gut-wrenching sob, desperately trying to stop the tears and sobs. It was not befitting of a pure-blood to cry like this, he thought, especially over a Mudblood of all things. That was it, he would never trust another one again. They were all the same. They were all horrible, lying, filthy, thieving cheats. He wasn't so convinced on the thieving part, mind you.
Theodore rolled over onto his back, now staring blankly at the ceiling. A slither of gladness ran through him when he realised he'd stopped crying. However, the room, bed, everything, smelt and reminded him of her. He was forced to relive each meeting, each emotion, each word they spoke, and each kiss they exchanged, until the last memory an hour ago.
The night had been going so nicely, like a dream. Theodore had believed they'd both been enjoying themselves: she looked happy, at the very least. Candice had been so happy, so jolly, so giggly. He thought his proposal was just around the corner. He had not been expecting her to just disappear.
As he came to their last moment together, he frowned. Now as he thought about it, there had been little things to suggest she was unhappy. She had hesitated when he asked her to dance: normally Candice would say yes in a heartbeat.
Her expression had changed momentarily a few times throughout the evening, from happy and joyous to slightly annoyed and pissed off. It had only been for a moment, hence him not questioning it before now.
There had been other things, like her laugh. During the evening, her laugh was forced when she normally laughed so freely. He reflected upon this now, but he had believed their relationship was smooth, thus it hadn't occurred to him until now. The tears returned, forcing Theodore to sob once again.
As he lay there crying, the last moments with his ex-girlfriend playing over and over in his mind.
He brought a glass of butterbeer over to Candice, who had been staring off into the distance until his arrival. She hadn't noticed him. "Candice?" he prompted, causing her to jump.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, turning around to face him, her hand over her heart. She put on a forced smile when she saw him. Why hadn't Theodore noticed this at the time? "You gave me a fright, handsome."
"Sorry." he gave her his sincerest apology, he hadn't meant to startle her. "A drink for the beautiful lady." Theodore offered one of the glasses to her.
"Thanks." She smiled, taking it reluctantly. Theodore sat down next to her, holding her free (closer) hand like he always did. She flinched as he did it.
Theodore vaguely noticed she seemed uneasy after that. After several moments, she stood up, Theodore still holding her hand. Theodore stood up with Candice, curious. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"The bathroom. Wait here, I'll be back," she said, giving him a coy smile, handing him her drink.
"Okay. When we are finished, do you want to dance again?" Theodore asked hopefully.
"Why not?" Candice nodded sharply. She then made her way towards the bathroom across the other side of the room. That was the last he had seen of her.
"Why couldn't you have at least said goodbye?" Theodore moaned into the empty room, hugging himself.
Eventually, he cried himself to sleep.