Prompts: Get Over It (#328), okay.

Terry Boot

Terry wasn't certain why his long legs were taking him to the library.

Yes, he was late for study group with the other Ravenclaws in his year, but in truth, he wasn't sure if he would be able to concentrate. His head felt as if it had been filled with water, his heart ached, his throat felt like his he'd swallowed his own fist and it gotten stuck there and he wasn't even sure how he was breathing when he felt as if the castle's battlements had fallen on his chest.

He supposed his body was on auto-pilot, following his routine mindlessly, when the day had turned out to be anything but ordinary.

Terry didn't even notice that he'd arrived at the library and navigated his way to the table of his fellow Ravenclaws until addressed by his best friend.

"You're late," Anthony Goldstein teased.

Terry blinked his dark blue eyes for a moment before staring down into Anthony's light brown eyes, into which his golden curls were falling into.

Terry merely nodded his head absently as he dropped into the seat that Anthony had reserved for him. But he didn't move once seated to pull out his materials and merely sat, staring blankly before him.

It didn't take long for the rest of the Ravenclaws at the table to notice, as each slowly looked up, the sound of scratching quills ceasing.

"What's wrong with you?" Morag MacDougal asked, ever the most impatient, straight-forward and even impertinent one out of all the Ravenclaws.

"Nothing," Terry replied, though he had to clear his throat, and his voice came out as uncertain as he felt.

In truth, he wasn't okay. He should be he supposed, because Tracey had a point in saying that school relationships really weren't all that serious, and yet he still felt like he was going to be ill. Like he wanted nothing more to do than crawl into bed and curl onto his side and fall asleep. Preferably until he could either forget to feel, or forget Tracey Davis existed.

"Are you sure, Terry? You don't look well," Lisa Turpin piped in from her seat next to Morag and across from Anthony, her thin brows furrowed in concern over her large brown eyes.

Terry didn't respond as he forced himself to pick up his bag and dig through it.

"Yeah," he replied, not looking up as he pulled things from his bag, not really certain why he was bothering. Maybe he thought that if he pretended that everything was normal, he might start to feel okay again.

But how could he feel okay, when the best thing that he was sure had happened to him in his life so far, was over?

Terry wasn't a romantic. He was too pragmatic for that sort of thing, not to mention a boy. Rationally, he knew there were things that were far more important than girlfriends.

But reading books and spending time with his friends, didn't quite compare to spending time beside Tracey.

He couldn't help the visceral reaction of clenching his hands, accidentally snapping his quill to keep control of his emotions when her face popped up before his mind.

Tracey was easily one of the most gorgeous girls he'd ever seen. From her waist-length, wavy, thick auburn hair, to her forrest green eyes, and her full, raspberry colored lips- he didn't know how anyone would ever compare.

But it wasn't just her looks- which set her so far out of his league- that he found so attractive.

She was funny, if in a dark, sarcastic and somewhat morbid sort of way.

And she was smart, smarter than any of the other Slytherin girls, even if she didn't try very hard.

And though she rarely smiled, usually looking quite bored and having one of those jaded spirits- when she did smile, he thought it rivaled the sun.

"Did Davis dump you?" Terry inhaled sharply, even as he looked up and glared at Morag whom he'd never cared for very much. The red-headed, scottish girl could be quite the bitch. "She did, didn't she?" Morag asked, her bright blue eyes looking at him shrewdly.

"I'm sorry, Terry," Lisa expressed, her face contorted with empathy and concern.

Beside him, Anthony didn't say anything and Terry looked at his best friend, wondering if his friend might have anything encouraging to say. If there was anything that would remove this lead weight from the pit of his stomach.

Anthony merely looked at him with a sad smile but turned away.

"Why did she... break up with you?" Padma asked from Anthony's other side, trying to be as delicate as possible.

Terry ran his fingers through his short, black hair and slouched into his seat, a feat that was of some difficult considering his height.

"She said that our relationship had run it's course, that she was bored and wanted her options open for the Yule Ball," Terry replied, swallowing the emotion in his throat as he shut his eyes and sighed, tilting his head back. Behind his closed lids, he could feel tears burning, and cursed because he didn't want to feel like this, much less show it to anyone.

"I warned you Davis is a bitch. You're better off without her," Morag stated roughly, and Terry wanted so much to tell her that he didn't need to hear a damn 'I told you so', though he wasn't entire sure that Morag wasn't trying to help in her own tactless way. But then, he'd never really been that close to Morag.

"I can't believe she said that to you," Lisa stated from where she sat, her voice soft and filled with incredulity.

"What did you tell her?" Padma asked.

Terry didn't respond immediately, prompting Morag to butt in, "I certainly hoped you didn't look like a kicked puppy like you do now."

Terry cracked his eyes open and glared at Morag.

"I told her I agreed," Terry responded through gritted teeth, but in truth, he hadn't wanted to tell her that. But what choice had he had? She'd broken up with him in the middle of a corridor after she was exiting Divination and Greengrass was hanging around behind her, watching the entire humiliating thing unfold.

If they weren't in a corridor teeming with Slytherins, if the blonde Ice Queen hadn't been sticking so close by, he might have begged or yelled at Tracey asking her how she could so coolly dismiss four mouths as if they were absolutely nothing.

"Well, at least you kept your dignity," Morag conceded.

"You're such a bitch, Morag," Lisa suddenly stated, drawing everyone's attention while she glared at Morag in annoyance.

Morag glared back at Lisa.

"I'm trying to help."

"You're not being helpful at all. You're just being callous!" Lisa retorted.

"Well excuse me, but I'm not the one that was stupid enough to date a Slytherin. Terry should've known better and should just get over it."

Not being able to take listening to anymore of their crap, Terry packed up his things, wondering again why he'd bothered to show up.

"Terry, don't go," Anthony tried.

"Yeah, Morag will shut up," Lisa tried as well, looking at him imploringly.

"Yes, Terry. Studying will help you get your mind off things," Padma added, nodding her head.

Terry wanted to retort that as none of them had ever dated, much less been in a relationship, that they didn't know anything, much less what would make him feel better. But he refrained. No matter how he was feeling, he didn't have it in him to be so rude. He was raised better than that.

"I'll just see you guys later," Terry replied, turning to leave.

As he did so, all too aware of the Ravenclaws watching his back, he wondered how long he was going to feel like this and if there was any magical means to make it stop.


A/n: Sorry about the long wait. Was unsure what to write next.

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