Lucy-
Weekends. They were a dread for Lucy. Lying on her bed of her dormitory, face drenched from the tears that she was crying. She was so heartbroken. It had only been almost a month since her and Cyrus "broke up". You'd have thought she'd have gotten over it by now, right? WRONG! She was a mess. Cyrus, on the other hand, was busy as a bee. And to put icing on that train wreck of a cake, the Yule Ball was coming soon and of course Little Miss Lucy was dateless.
The door creaked open. It was Molly. Lucy looked hoping it was Cyrus begging for her forgiveness, but again was disappointed and hid her face in the pillow. Molly grunted and walked to Lucy's bed, doing her best to comfort her.
"Come on, Luce. You've been moping around for days! Not days, WEEKS! If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll tell Mum and Dad that you're suicidal and suggest that you see a counselor." This made Lucy arise from her moping and sadness and instead gave her a threatening look.
"You wouldn't," she said.
"Oh, I think I would." Molly raised her eyebrows in question. Lucy finally caved. She told her about how last year there were late night strolls and moonlight swims in the lake. Molly's mouth was open the entire time. Finally, there came the breakup.
"I told him that I need to be exclusive. It felt so awful sneaking around like that. I never thought that night would be the last time we..." she choked up and broke down and sobbed loudly into Molly's arms.
"The last time you what?" asked Molly. Lucy rose out of her arms and tossed the hair out of her face.
"The last kiss," she whimpered. Then, she sobbed dramatically in her pillow. Molly placed her hand on Lucy's back and said, "He is so not worth the cry, Sweety."
"You don't know him like I do. He's smart, charming, and he's so nice," she said in her pillow.
Molly stood up from her bed and rolled her eyes. "Guys like that don't deserve girls like you."
Lucy got up from her position and instead lied down on her bed face up. She stared at her canopy. It was a Chinese one that her parents got for her when they were there settling the British and Chinese Ministry of Magic dispute.
"Let's just forget it. He won't come back. Not after what I said." She turned to Molly. Her face was a pain to look at. The mascara had run down her face and made her look like a zombie-like-raccoon. "I'm not going to the Yule Ball." Molly gasped and ran over to her.
"But you have to! Bring a super-hot date and make Cyrus insane with jealousy!" Molly said maliciously.
"Is revenge the only way to go with you? Honestly, have you ever been wrong in one of your relationships? Have you ever just cried over a boy and wished you never let him go?"
Molly felt like she had just been shot after being told, "Happy Birthday,". She stormed out and slammed the door behind her. The force of the slam made the walls vibrate and some things on the wall shake. Lucy looked around the room and fell back into her bed.
Rose-
She was sitting on the bleachers during Quidditch practice. Rose was waiting for Fred. The entire time she didn't even bother to look up. She was just staring at the gigantic ring that Scorpius gave her. It gave her a reassuring feeling. That if anything would happen, good or bad, he was there. Always.
Then there was a loud noise, sounds of thunder. Rose bolted up and out of her seat and ran for shelter. She ran and ran down the stairs connected to the bleachers, but then she felt a little dizzy. She fell to her knees and grabbed tightly to the railing to avoid falling. Slowly, she rose and gradually walked step by step. She felt the dizziness come again and this time didn't even bother to stop. She just ran as fast as she could until she reached the bottom of the stairs. She ran out to the field to tell Fred they should start leaving, but tripped over something. She fell on her face, and turned around. She looked at the sky, feeling the rain on her face. She started blacking out and felt herself unable to speak.
Then, a shadow appeared. But, she blacked out immediately as soon as she could get a better look.
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"Can you believe that happened? Just fell down like that."
"You sir, are lucky to have found her. She could have died!"
"Hey, watch it! That's my cousin you're talking about," said what seemed to be Fred's voice.
Rose's eyes started to slowly opened and came clear of what surrounded her. There was the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team huddling over her. Fred was one of them.
"Rosie! Thank Merlin that you're alright! You gave us a right good scare there, mate."
Rosie chuckled, but it hurt to even move a muscle.
"Can I have some water?" she asked.
"Of course you can, Dearest. Alright everyone shoo, shoo. This young lady needs her rest," said the nurse shooing the team out of the room. Everyone scuttled out one at a time. Finally, when the last Gryffindor left, the nurse ran to the door and locked it tightly. Rose watched her with a confused face.
"What's going on? Why did I just pass out like that?" asked Rose.
"I don't know, Dear. But I'm going to need you to go through a few medical procedures for me. Just to assure that nothing fatal is happening or if so, isn't contagious."
"Alright," said Rosie. She was feeling a bit nervous. What if someone was following her? What if someone put some kind of hex on her? Who would hate her so much to hex her?
Victoire-
Vicky paced nervously around her room. Something went terribly wrong. She was so scared of what could happen to Teddy. What if he was a werewolf? What if he could charge her by accident? She had books on werewolves piled high next to her desk in her room and hadn't returned them to the library and still talked to Teddy as little as possible since then. Dominique and her were doing some late night studying and Dominique finally gave up.
"Alright, I'm done," she said closing the book.
"No, no, no there has to be something. Okay? Look again," demanded Vicky.
Dominique stood up in protest. She turned around looked Vicky straight in the eye.
"Okay, I love you. So very much. So much I'd dodge an Unforgivable Curse for you. But your paranoia, makes me want to shove you down a flight of stairs. I mean, has it ever occurred to you that you may be wrong? Teddy might be normal."
Vicky landed back on her bed. She grunted and put her hands on her head attempting to force the migraine that was taking control of her head.
"But what if he isn't?" she asked. Like she did every day when Dominique asked that question.
"If he is then he's keeping it under control. He must be okay if he's in that condition."
"You make it sound like he's sick."
"You making too big a deal out of this. He might as well be deathly ill."
Vicky glared at her, giving her a, "go to Hell" face. "Your sarcasm enlightens me," she grumbled.
Dominique gave a sly smile and winked.
"We need to take your mind off of this." She took the book away from Vicky's hands and put them on the floor.
"I need some advice and this is where you usually come in handy."
Vicky agreed to this with a slight nod and started listening.
"I have a problem with Lorcan."
"Oh, this sounds interesting," Vicky said.
"I think he just wants to be friends. And I want to tell him I want to be more, but I think that might scare him away and his friendship does mean a lot to me."
"Well, it does seem like a sticky situation you're in. He obviously isn't aware of what's going on, but he should at least have an idea that you have feelings that are more than friendship for him so let him know."
"I can't tell him!" Dominique shouted and stood in protest.
"I'm not saying to actually tell him. You should let him figure it out on his own. Gradually, though. You should make your feelings vague in the beginning and then he'll act the same way, and as your feelings grow stronger, his will too."
"You know, you might actually be right," she realized.
"Of course I am."
