Has another day passed yet?

Time is crawling by, dragging me with it.

I feel the jagged rocks cut my flesh.

I feel the blood flow out.

And yet when I open my eyes

All these disappear…

Why not the pain?

The moon shone into the window of a building, where a woman typed restlessly into the night. The empty cups of coffee around her workstation framing her body as the noises of her keyboard gave an audible tap tap tap! Her brunette hair flowed down near her waist, although it began to look more like a bird's nest as the night droned on forward, the lone office lady stuck in a trance.

Until the final of her taps finally came, her body visibly relaxing as she stretched her form upwards.

"Late night?"

The sudden male baritone voice from behind her gave her a shock as the lone woman from moments ago was not so alone after all. She swerved her chair to face the preparator of her little jump and she glared at the smug face she was met with.

"Damn it, Charles, don't scare me! Might have accidentally kicked the CPU and deleted all my work!"

The man known as Charles laughed and gave a devil-may-care grin, "Well, I'm not the scaredy cat who'd jump from a pin dropping, Tori."

"And how many times do I have to get it through to you, that nickname will never catch on!"

The woman's ire grew once more as Charles scoffed and crudely stated, "I apologise, Astoria~"

The elongation he had given her name caused Astoria further reason to be crossed with the man and she made no hesitancy to grab her I.D. that hung from a hook, as well as her coat, and she moved past the man and walked towards the lift. As she pressed the button to call the lift, she rolled her eyes as she could hear the footsteps from behind her and she wasn't surprised as when she entered the lift, that Charles entered as well.

"Haha, look I'm sorry alright. Thought you'd appreciate the company, as it looks like you're the only one in the whole building, save for the guards and janitors I supposed."

Charles was once again met with an icy glare from the woman, even though he was a head taller than her, her glare still made him stiffen up in fear and he tried his best not to look away from her eye contact.

"And I was relishing in that moment of quiet, until you had to open your mouth and ruin it. I'm tired and all I want to do is go home and rest. So excuse me if just for today I don't want your grating presence around me." The frigid tone she used was certainly effective as Charles was mouth left agape as he silently watched her leave the elevator and leave the building, scratching his head as the lift closed at her sudden change in demeanour.

Astoria bought tea and some cookies from her favourite pastry shop as she made her way home to the flat that she and her sister shared. The keys jingled in her hands as she tried to get the right key for the lock to their flat. As she was about to try to open the door however, it swung open to reveal the older half of the Greengrass sisters. She had pyjamas on as she tilted her head at Astoria.

"Got some for me?" Daphne pointed at the two sets of paper bags that Astoria held in her hands.

"Nope." She let out, but her actions were the opposite as she took one hand and grabbed one of the paper bags and passed it to Daphne's awaiting hands.

Their flat wasn't anything too fancy; a feat for purebloods such as themselves. A simple four-roomed flat, a living room, kitchen, and two bedrooms with their own bathrooms. The decor was filled with the imagery they had seen throughout their school years, the shades of green and several ornaments and designs with snake motifs lending to their house loyalty even after their days at Hogwarts.

The two sisters split off to do their own thing; Astoria left her paper bag on top of the coffee table in front of the couch and entered her room, presumably to change into something more comfortable, whilst Daphne returned to her spot on the couch she had occupied before her sister's return and resumed watching her program on the television. Astoria soon walked out and sat next to her older sister, retrieving the tea and cookies she had bought right out and started drinking and eating them, her large bites drowning Daphne's little nibbles.

After a few seconds, Daphne dropped the cookie and took slow sips of her tea, something which Astoria glanced at but kept quiet about.

An audible tap tap tap caught their attention and they both looked towards the window, where the sound was coming from. Outside was a flying owl, with a letter clutched in its beak. Astoria got up and opened the window, letting the owl come in and take shelter from the harsh cold winds of London, taking a small bowl and filling it up with tap water for the owl to drink. A hoot of appreciation was given to her and she smiled and patted the head of the flying creature.

She opened up the letter, and in it contained what seemed like a small pamphlet. As she took it out and read its contents, her eyes immediately went to Daphne, still distracted by the TV to even give a glance at her little sister.

"Sister, this is for you."

She got Daphne's attention as her head swerved to look at her, "Hm? What is it about? Has Tracey once again got herself into trouble?"

Normally, Astoria would have given the statement a snort made to their friend's expense, but this time she only shook her head and came closer to give her sister the pamphlet. Daphne's curiosity peaked, and she took the small brochure and read.

"Wizards' Welfare: A Place For The Mind To Mend." Daphne read outloud, and she did not let it pass her that near the bottom of the paper, her name was inked on. This was definitely meant for her.

"It looks like a place for wizards and witches to go and get psychological help." Daphne observed, reading more into the contents of the paper.

She looked up and held her chin in thought, "I think I've heard of that, supposed to be a new wing at St. Mungos. A bunch of Hogwarts students were required to attend, especially those involved at the Battle of Hogwarts."

"Hm, explains why we didn't get any pamphlets." Astoria added quietly.

The two sisters were not involved with the Battle of Hogwarts, the two managing to escape going to Hogwarts by way of their late father's machinations. Their days then were mostly staying at their home, not being allowed to go out of their land.

"Doesn't explain why it has come here now of all times, and also just for me." Daphne stated, and she heard her little sister heave a great big sigh.

"Actually sister, that's because I was the one who contacted them."

Daphne stared at the girl, who looked away from her piercing glare, although she still stood her ground.

"Why in Merlin's name did you decide to do this? Especially without my consent?!" Her normally stoic nature gave way to increased ire, her voice raising at the end. And though her face was still stuck in that neutral face she had never once dropped, little signs made it evident of her anger; a twitch of her brow, the small flaring of her nose, and the miniscule red shade her face had adopted.

"Because, I've been noticing that you… Well… Have been kind of… Distant." Astoria managed to let out, "You've been listless - I mean, more listless - than usual! I've seen you at times just stop in your tracks, whether it be here or outside, and you almost burned the bloody flat down that one time because of that."

Daphne tried to reply and get a word in but Astoria continued steadfast, emotions quickly fueling her tirade, "And not to mention you've been starving yourself, eating little every single day, just now you had only eaten a quarter of the cookie I bought for you, when you would have finished that in no time flat!"

The emotionless girl was taken aback, as tears formed in the corner of the younger woman's eyes. She looked at the pamphlet and felt the paper, smooth and clean. Once again, that bubbling began to rise in her chest, that odd feeling that felt as if she could just explode at any moment. And it wasn't as if she was not self-aware, she knew she had been acting odd and strange, but she hadn't known why.

Would this help? Would seeking and going to Wizards' Welfare help her find the problems with her? Help her find out why this bubbling feeling kept coming up more often and often as she grew older?

She couldn't be sure…

But she had to try.

'For myself…' She thought as she spoke up next.

"Alright, I'll go."

Her sister's eyes lit up, she smiled and nodded gratefully.

'And also for her.'

Daphne sat in the waiting room at the Wizard's Welfare. When she arrived she handed the pamphlet to one of the receptionists, Sally-something Perks, she couldn't remember the second name of the girl who sat behind the reception's desk. She was then guided to one of the many rooms, where one of the staff opened it up to reveal a quaint waiting room. She sat and was told to wait for a summon from the door right on her left.

And so she waited. Taking a look at the waiting room, one chair occupied the room, the one she sat in, and in front of her was a sign with the wing's name and slogan. The design was simple and minimalistic. In one corner stood a potted plant, and another a magazine rack, one gander and she took a hold of the one of the many magazines and took a look at the cover. "Mystical Make-ups latest trend: A foundation that can hide any spot! Mysterious CEO rumoured to be a woman?"

She put it back to its place and returned to her spot on the chair. Within that room, with nothing but a plant and drivel entertainment, her mind began to wander.

Daphne noticed how sweaty her hands had started to become, and tried her best to wipe them off, conjuring a small hanky which she then used to wipe off and sweat. Why was she so nervous? This was similar to going to St. Mungo's for her annual check up, her parents being at her side as the Healers prodded her and checked her condition.

And hadn't it always come out perfect? Perhaps she should increase her servings or cut back from a particular kind of food, but all in all she had always never gotten anything more serious; nothing too problematic that she had to change her life in a drastic manner…

Until life decided to change hers and take her parents away.

That thought alone caused that bubbling feeling to rise up, and it was as if her chest was imploding in of itself. She gripped the armchair and steadied herself, closing her eyes. Remembering the training her parents had taught her a long time ago.

'Breath in, breath out.'

She took a shuddering breath in and she let the air in her lungs flow out of her.

'Your emotions do not control you, you control it.'

She repeated the mantra in her head, her breaths slowly becoming more and more steady as time went on.

'Weakness cannot be shown, weakness cannot be shown…'

She felt her shoulders relax and her breathing flow in and out of her. She opened her eyes and everything looked the same.

Somehow, it made her feel just a tad bit better.

"Please, come in!"

The voice emanated from the door and she steeled herself as she stood up and grasped onto the doorknob.

'Just like St. Mungos.'

And she opened the door, revealing an office where a therapist's couch was stationed on one side of the room, a resting chair just near it. A shelf with books was on another side, presumably with books that pertained to healing the mind. And in front of her sat a person that would aid in her supposed healing. The wild hair on his head led to a boy-ish face, piercing green eyes, hidden behind by spectacles, met her blue, a navy shirt and rolled up sleeves were his attire, and the

And if those weren't enough identifiers, then the faded lightning bolt scar gave it all away.

"Potter?" She asked and she was met with a smile and a nod.

"Hello Daphne, please, take a seat."

A/N: Hello! Once again I come with another chapter in tow. Hopefully the time skip is noticeable enough.

Harry the therapist/psychologist is here! Gotta do more research as to the difference between the two and how they do their job.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and keep a look out for the next one. Leave a review! I've run out and I don't know what to feed the entity in my basement anymore.