It took the better part of the week to piece together what it possibly meant. The dream-slash-vision that I had had was of Tom, but why did he look like that and why was I even married to him? My stomach churned as the images I had just seen began assaulting my mind, yet again, for the umpteenth time since I woke up today.
I realized as the sun began to travel across the sky that I had better change my clothes and go down to eat something before Merope came and dragged me out of the room. Taking my time to gather my clothes before heading to the bathroom to shower and dress. I began to realize that I no longer looked like a small child. My dainty, slender frame was beginning to gain curves. My hips were beginning to widen, and my chest now looked as if I had grown a pair of large oranges.
I giggled as I remembered what had happened a week before winter break. This of course was when Tom was still talking to me, so imagine my surprise when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking deathly pale, his eyes lowered to the ground as he pointed at the trail of blood left in the snow behind us. We were on our way to Transfiguration with Dumbledore.
"Sophie, are you hurt?" He asked, concern filling his features.
"No, I feel fine, Tom, honestly. What-what's wrong?" I asked, lowering my gaze to the floor too.
I stiffened when I realized that there was a trail of blood in the snow. It was right where I walked. I felt my face flush when I felt something warm running down my leg.
"Uh-oh." Leilah muttered, before turning to look at me.
"I have to go see Madam Pomfrey. I'll see you later alright?" I said, rushing in the direction of the hospital wing with Leilah running after me.
Hours later, after I was excused for the day from my classes, after a brief explanation from Madam Pomfrey, I rushed to change into different set of clothes before heading down to the library to study. I however ran into a panicked Tom asking me whether I was alright, causing me to giggle in response. He glared at me, causing me to laugh harder, then explain in the lightest terms what was going on.
I snapped out of my revere when I heard knocking on the door of my room as I slipped my leather shoes onto my feet. I glanced at the door before I picked up a random book from the desk on the far side of the room before slowly making my way towards the door to open it. I felt my hands begin to sweat as I reached from the door handle, twisting it as I pulled the door opened. Only to be met with the last person I wanted to see.
Tom stood on the other side of the door, his fist raised in the air, poised and ready to knock on the oak wood door. I felt as my heart sped up in my chest, images once again flashing behind my lids as I tried to regulate my breathing. I blinked twice before looking back at Tom once more.
"Yes?" I asked, evenly.
"My mom sent me up to get you. Breakfast is ready." He mumbled curtly.
"I was just finishing getting dressed, you can go down. I'll only be a moment." I said, watching as he nodded in response before turning back and disappearing down the stairs.
The moment he disappeared I rushed back into my room, closing the door behind be before pulling out my leather-bound sketchbook. I acquired it in Flourish and Blotts' book shop while shopping for my book last summer. I flipped through the pages scanning everything I had sketched within the last year and a half; the book itself had about 1/3 left before it was completely filled. I realized that I had sketched the same face over and over in different positions and perspectives. Whenever I have a weird dream or nightmare, I always try to remember each detail in order to draw it.
Staring down at the book I realized now that this was a major possibility within the far-off future. At the realization, I felt my blood turn cold as the book slipped from my fingers. I quickly shook my head before picking up the book and placing it back into the nightstand drawer.
I ran down the stairs hurriedly before rushing into the kitchen. Merope was standing near the stove, her back turned towards the door. Leilah on a stool in the breakfast bar, and Tom sitting in the table reading a red leather-bound book. I slowly made my way towards the table, the chair scrapping on the linoleum floor as I dragged it out, adjusting my skirt before I slowly sat down.
"Good morning, dear. How are you feeling today?" She asked as I leaned back tiredly.
"Good morning. Not that well if I am being honest." I replied, sighing.
"Oh, I see... that time of the month again dear?" She asked, placing the back of her hand on my forehead.
Leilah, who was taking a sip from her orange juice, began giggling so hard the juice came out of her nose, sending her into a fit of coughs.
This outta be good. She thought towards me amused as she sat down in the table, leaning back to get more comfortable.
"Mum! Please—please don't talk about this when I am about to eat." Tom complain, scrunching up his nose as he looked at his plate full of roasted tomatoes, scrambled eggs, home fries and toast in distaste.
"I-I'm fine, honest. It's the third day so I should be alright in a day or so. Don't worry." I muttered, trying not to grimace at the embarrassment I felt.
I excused myself after breakfast was done, quickly heading back to my room. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading on potions, herbology, and astronomy. I decided to skip lunch and sketch out some of my visions and dreams. I slowly began to reminisce and realized we were all changing, both physically and mentally. Letting a few tears escape as I scanned different books some more.
I was so focused on the astrology book that I was currently reading that I didn't realize how late it had become until I heard three knocks on the oak door once more. Setting down the books on the bed next to me, before I stretched out once more, before climbing off the bed, slipping on my shoes, and sluggishly moving towards the door.
"Annie, dear, dinner is ready. I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright." Merope said as she looked at me from head to toe.
"I feel fine, I'm just tired. I've been studying astrology, that's why I didn't go down earlier." I explained, a timid smile on my lips.
"I understand, dear. Come on now, let us get some food to put in your stomach." She said, pulling me along with her towards down the stairs and in the direction of the kitchen.