SCORPIUS
Something was wrong.
She hadn't turned up to breakfast at 07:00.
She's never late.
I frantically checked my watch again, worry clearly displayed across my face.
I bit into my toast, but it felt like ash in my mouth.
I could feel it when I woke up this morning, the weight resting inside my gut, my head spinning, my pulse racing and my adrenaline screaming at me to MOVE.
I checked my watch again.
7:13.
I stood up, knocking all of the toast off the plate into the floor. I raced out the door in search of the library.
It was still early, the giant castle was just waking up and the halls were deserted. I had somehow gotten used to this, waking up early and being alone thing. It was what I did now.
Every once in a while, I would get interested in something, like painting, or music, or the muggle world. But if never had an Obbsession.
I'd never woken up to see this thing, or left my life behind to watch over something. Also, the something had never been a person.
During my thinking, I nearly sped-walked right past the massive wooden doors that marked the entryway to the library.
If she wasn't on here, sitting in the last alcove, with her potions and transfigurationbooks splayed infront of her, a quill in her hair and a note-filled parchment on her lap, Iwas going to go insane. This was mynew normal, the thing
that justhappened now.
I walked, no, ran, to her spot. Which had no her in it.
She was gone.
Where, Ididn't know.
But I willfind her.