The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Fourteen
By Jewel Little Bird
Fleur watched the class file out, only vaguely aware that all of her students seemed worried about her change of attitude. She was melancholy and not as enthusiastic when teaching them. She didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.
She waited until the door closed, then opened the left hand drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment and a vial. The parchment was the picture Gabrielle had drawn the day she died. Inside the vial was a thick black liquid. She'd secretly brewed it one of the lavatories, one that no one conveniently went to because of the ghost haunting one of the toilets.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the cork and swallowed the contents, then put the picture back in the drawer.
The door opened.
She quickly tossed the bottle into the wastepaper basket by her desk as Harry, Ron, and Hermione came in. She looked at them in surprise. She didn't have them until Thursday; what were they doing here now?
Harry and Ron seemed too uncomfortable to say anything, so Hermione did. "We know what happened, Fleur," she whispered.
What? How could they know Fleur tried to jump out the window? Even Dumbledore didn't know that.
"I'm sorry about your family," Hermione continued. She motioned towards Harry and Ron. "We all are. We thought we'd let you know that we'll be there for you if you ever need someone."
"Zank you," Fleur whispered, suddenly feeling weak. "Zat's very kind of you." She blinked. Her eyesight was going black at the edges.
Harry frowned. "Are you alright? You don't look so good."
"I 'ave not been sleeping well, lately," she replied truthfully. She hadn't, either; she kept having nightmares of Gabrielle screaming in fright as a Death Easter pointed his wand at her and said the fatal words.
Fleur had a headache; why wouldn't they go away?
Sir Nicholas floated through the door. Just what she needed: a crowd. "Oh, there you are!" he said, spotting Harry and Ron. "McGonagall is looking for you two. Something about the next Quidditch game." He looked at Fleur and frowned. "Are you alright, Ms. De'Lacour? You look ill."
She smiled wanly. "I'm alright."
Just then, Hermione seemed to put two and two together. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Fleur!"
Fleur was only vaguely aware of falling and shouting as her vision became black.
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End of Chapter Fourteen
Fleur watched the class file out, only vaguely aware that all of her students seemed worried about her change of attitude. She was melancholy and not as enthusiastic when teaching them. She didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.
She waited until the door closed, then opened the left hand drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment and a vial. The parchment was the picture Gabrielle had drawn the day she died. Inside the vial was a thick black liquid. She'd secretly brewed it one of the lavatories, one that no one conveniently went to because of the ghost haunting one of the toilets.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the cork and swallowed the contents, then put the picture back in the drawer.
The door opened.
She quickly tossed the bottle into the wastepaper basket by her desk as Harry, Ron, and Hermione came in. She looked at them in surprise. She didn't have them until Thursday; what were they doing here now?
Harry and Ron seemed too uncomfortable to say anything, so Hermione did. "We know what happened, Fleur," she whispered.
What? How could they know Fleur tried to jump out the window? Even Dumbledore didn't know that.
"I'm sorry about your family," Hermione continued. She motioned towards Harry and Ron. "We all are. We thought we'd let you know that we'll be there for you if you ever need someone."
"Zank you," Fleur whispered, suddenly feeling weak. "Zat's very kind of you." She blinked. Her eyesight was going black at the edges.
Harry frowned. "Are you alright? You don't look so good."
"I 'ave not been sleeping well, lately," she replied truthfully. She hadn't, either; she kept having nightmares of Gabrielle screaming in fright as a Death Easter pointed his wand at her and said the fatal words.
Fleur had a headache; why wouldn't they go away?
Sir Nicholas floated through the door. Just what she needed: a crowd. "Oh, there you are!" he said, spotting Harry and Ron. "McGonagall is looking for you two. Something about the next Quidditch game." He looked at Fleur and frowned. "Are you alright, Ms. De'Lacour? You look ill."
She smiled wanly. "I'm alright."
Just then, Hermione seemed to put two and two together. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Fleur!"
Fleur was only vaguely aware of falling and shouting as her vision became black.
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End of Chapter Fourteen