A/N: A little bit short, but I wanted to give a little more insight into Eddy's issues and families. I also wanted to give a little tribute to my favorite house elf :3 Enjoy. Review. Favorite. You know, everything that makes me happy.
Eddy grimaced at her reflection the mirror. Why is it you always felt the need to look at yourself when you cry? Even at the best of times she didn't find herself attractive, but right now was just … it was something else. The light grey of her eyes almost blended in perfectly to the whites of her eyes, the thick red veins were by far the most prominent features. All of her mascara had run down her eyes, macabre patterns ended just above her cheek bones. On top of it all her eyes looked as though they were infected, swollen and red … Eddy ran a hand through her hair. The ponytail she had it in had been abandoned for the comfort of loose hair. Of course it had decided to fold in half, suspended awkwardly in mid air there was nothing she could do. "Well …" more tears ran down her face. There was no going to lunch this time. "D-dobby?" It was weird, talking to air, but she had seen many wizards do it before. "Dobby?" her voice was steadier this time.
There was a loud crack as the bug-eyed house elf apparated into her quarters. "Miss Eddy!" The pinkish gray elf threw his hands around Eddy's knees. "Dobby has missed Miss Eddy."
"Hi, Dobby," Eddy sniffed a little and patted the elf's head.
"Is Miss crying?" Dobby looked up and examined Eddy's face. Of course it was obvious, but the semi-tactful elf just nodded. "What's wrong?" Eddy rolled her eyes. She knew he'd ask … Dobby always needed to know why she was upset.
Eddy could barely look up, she always felt awkward around the Malfoys, but her mother adored them. Apparently, Narcissa had been her pen pal in school. Figures. "Their son is close to your age, mon chouchou". Eddy almost snorted at the thought. He was eight …. She was fifteen. Eddy didn't know under what circumstances that was similar age … maybe in ten years it wouldn't matter. Either way the child wouldn't shut up about his broomstick.
Luc elbowed his sister in the side, "Maybe you can teach him a few things." Eddy rolled her eyes the child had shut up when Mrs. Malfoy had given him a look.
"May I be excused?" Eddy filled her mouth with as much sugar as she could. Her mom gave her the look. The "you're being inappropriate/rude/a brat so shut the fuck up now" look.
Mrs. Malfoy smiled just as sweetly and fakely as Eddy had smiled, "Of course." Was that seriously what her sweet voice sounded like?
Malfoy Manor was grand in a way that only Hogwarts could rival. The walls were made of stone and rich tapestries lined the walls. There was a woven runner down the hall that muffled her steps. Everything was either ice cold or overly plush – there was no in between with the Malfoys. Finally, Eddy found the door that led outside. It was always their gardens that entranced her. They seemed to have stepped out of a fairytale. Topiaries in different shapes lined the white patio furniture.
For the first time tonight Eddy let herself begin to shake. The tears started to pour from her eyes. It was always the same. Awkward …. Silent …. She really needed to learn. "Stop it, Eddy," she chastised herself, "Stop being a wimp." Even alone in the fantastic gardens she bit back the tears. Once they start they don't stop.
Breaths came in ragged, short gasps. "Come on, Eddy, you're better than this."
"Are you okay, Miss?" In her panic Eddy hadn't noticed the house elf. He was very well kept, much better than Rigby.
"Um, yes," Eddy rubbed the back of her head. Awkwardly, still fighting back the tears.
"You can cry Miss, if you want. Dobby won't tell." His big blue eyes held no deceit and Eddy couldn't take it anymore. The first of the tears squeezed out from the corner of her eyes.
"Th-thank you, Dobby."
"I just …" Eddy scratched the back of her head, "Snape's not the nicest man." Understatement of the century.
"You're here to work with Master Snape?" Dobby's eyes brightened. Of course he wouldn't comment on Snape's attitude. He may be a free elf, but something about his elfish nature prevented those types of comments, especially about staff.
"Um … yeah …" More tears leaked out at that thought. Snape … god, he hated her.
"What did Miss Eddy need?"
"Um … right …" she had almost forgotten, but her stomach was beginning an attempt to eat itself. "I – I need some food, I don't want you to go out of your way, Dobby … but, I just …" Dobby nodded silently.
"Of course, Miss," with that he popped away.
"I don't want them to see me like this." Eddy finished aloud to the silent room. "Welcome home, Eddy."
A/N: Can someone tell me if I used "Mon Chouchou" right? I'm really good at French, but I never spoke of my teacher in endearing terms … normally it was more along the lines of "ca pute" and
"salope" ("that whore" and "bitch"). Yeah … I could fill novels with stories. Our relationship made Snape and Potter look like bosom buddies xD Well, she was the one who taught us how to say "I don't know and I don't care" in French. She also, inadvertently, taught us some rude gestures xD Anywho … yeah … Review. Fave. Alert. Concrit is appreciated.