A/N: The thing about drabbles - sometimes it's like pulling teeth ("Up") and other times I blink and the material is there - see below. :)
Out My Door
eighteen years old
"Please. Please, Cedric." Sofia begged, gasping between sobs. "Please don't do this." Her face was a mass of emotions in contrast to Cedric's stoic one. He had her overly flounced gown across his arms. He carried it ceremoniously to his door and opened it, dropping it to the floor below the gargoyles. Sofia followed behind him, weeping, pleading.
"Out," he said tonelessly.
"No. No!" she roared. "I'm not leaving. I'm standing my ground." Her lip quivered but she was true to her word. She stood straight as a rail in her slip and pride and nothing else. Cedric's sorcerer's robe draped across his shoulders like armor framing his bare chest. His eyes met hers but they were vacant. Absent.
His silence was staggering.
"If you would just listen to me, ple-"
"Out."
She refused to move. After a few stagnant moments, Cedric stepped towards her and put his hand on her back, Sofia was stirred to a new cascade of tears as she curled against his chest, overtaken with relief from his comfort. His feet were moving again and so were hers. In the space of a breath he was gone, she was cold, and the door was shut with them on separate sides.
"No no no no no no NO!" Sofia pounded the door with her fist and shouted, not caring how much noise she made. She thrust her weight against the door and pushed with all of her strength. It didn't budge. She slid down against the unwelcoming wood. A puddle of misery on the floor, she pressed her cheek and palm against the door and continued to plead. He was still there. She could see his shadow under the door. He stayed there, listening to her, unmoving, unrelenting.
Unforgiving.