Chapter 6
The weeks flew by after that fateful night Calysta and Abelinda had in the corridor. Abelinda could no longer look at her cousin without wanting to cry, remembering the sight she saw of her father. She also could not look at Draco Malfoy anymore without breaking down, remembering that his father was in the room with hers. All of this made her become solitary, alone, and secluded from the rest of the student's in the school. She felt as if no one else in the world could feel her pain. She was heartbroken, torn apart by the mere thought of her family and friends that were connected to that scene. She never wrote her mother back anymore, she ignored any letter she received from her father, and you could forget if she wrote to him either. She pushed everyone she knew away, believe that if she pushed the people that brought back the thoughts away, then the thoughts themselves would go away, and it worked, for a while. But when she sat alone, in her room down in the Slytherin dungeons, she couldn't suppress her thoughts, her memories, and she sat, in her four poster bed, and cried. This happened every single night and it killed her because she had no one to talk to. She had pushed everyone she loved away and she no longer wanted to be near them.
"Calysta!" A voice called from behind Calysta as she was walking back to her common room after supper. She turned to see Draco Malfoy running towards her and she stopped a look of surprise on her face.
"Draco? What do you want?" She said sharply, giving him a stern look.
"It's about Abelinda." He said, catching her attention. "Can we talk?" He asked a pleading look on his face. She nodded and he pulled her into a hidden corridor off to the side.
"What's wrong with Bell?" Calysta asked, worried for her cousin who hadn't spoken to her in months.
"I don't know. That's why I'm coming to you." Draco said, leaning against the wall behind him. He looked worn out, tired, and as if he was stressed out. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor, putting his head in his hands.
"What do you mean?" Calysta walked over towards Draco, sitting beside him on the floor.
"She won't talk to me. She hasn't in weeks, months even. She's never done this as long as I can remember, and I've known her practically my whole life." He stopped and looked at Calysta. "You're her cousin, and I know that a few weeks back you two were up to something. She wouldn't tell me what, which is what triggered my worry about her, but I know something was up. She hasn't spoken to me since she went to meet up with you one night after we were supposed to be in bed." He looked at Calysta dead in the eyes and tried to see if he would get anything from her. Nothing. "What happened that night?" He pleaded. Calysta looked at Draco, noticed that his eyes, his pretty blue-green eyes, were full of worry, worry that she knew part of the cause of. She hesitated, looking down at the floor beneath her. "Please Calysta," Draco grabbed Calysta's hands and held them in his own. "Please tell me what happened. She's my best friend and I feel like I've lost the one person I care about most in my life. Please tell me?" He begged Calysta. She broke.
"Bell had a feeling that something was wrong with her father. She didn't really know what, or why, she just knew something was wrong. So one night, we came to a hidden corridor, and she took a potion that transported her mind to wherever he father was. When she came back to consciousness, she broke down and cried in my arms. I don't know what she saw when she saw her father, she refused to tell me. But I know that ever since that night she hasn't talked to me either. I'm sorry Draco, I had no idea that she'd shut you out too. I thought she was only shutting me out because I was there when it happened and I'm the easiest person for her to hate. But now that I know she's not only shutting me out too, I know something's up." Calysta sighed and looked a Draco.
"We have to do something Calysta. We just have to." Draco said softly, still holding Calysta's hands. Calysta nodded at him.
"We'll figure something out Draco. We can't let her go through whatever she's going through alone."
Draco nodded at Calysta and stood up. Calysta followed suit and walked towards the opening of the corridor. Draco stopped and looked at Calysta. "Thank you." He said, and he hugged her, catching her by surprise. She hugged him back. "You're welcome." She whispered in the hug. "You know," Draco said, once he pulled back from the hug. "You're not as bad as Abelinda put you up to be. Especially since you're one of Potter's friends." He laughed, nudging her arm.
"Yeah, you're not too bad either, being a Slytherin prat." She smiled, nudging him back. The two of them left the corridor and went their separate ways.
