 Shipper Queen Hippie Quad
Chapter 9
The day had gone by in a flash and I grew sullen when I had to say good-bye to Melody. She promised me she would see me soon and then she left. I went back inside and found my mother setting the table for dinner. She requested that I help her, and I agreed.
Twenty minutes later, the six of us crowded around the table and had dinner together. Aleksander, Otto and my father went on to talk about the quidditch season, while my mother and Jacoby talked about the food. Jacoby had helped her prepare the meal and was exceedingly proud with how the pasta came out. While the rest of the table talked and caught up with each other, I was able to eat my meal quietly. It was completely satisfying being able to eat my dinner in peace.
When I was done, I took my plate to the sink and wandered off to my room. I still couldn’t believe my luck when we first moved in and my mother told me I would get a room to myself. Before then, I had always had to share a room with Otto and occasionally Jacoby. One time, I had to share a room with Aleksander and Otto. Not one of my best memories. But this time I got a room to myself and Aleksander shared a room with Otto, while Jacoby got his own room. It was wonderful having a room to myself.
I walked inside and shut the door soundlessly behind me. There wasn’t much to my room. Slate gray walls, charcoal colored carpet, dark green bed covers, and silver curtains. I wasn’t trying to show Slytherin pride when picking the colors, I just thought green and gray looked good together. Near my door was an oak desk with an establishment of notebooks laid across its surface. I fill notebooks up of poetry and music that I almost had a library. My bed was positioned sideways in the middle of the room, so I had to walk around it to get to my window. A medium sized gap was placed between the side of my bed and the wall by the window. I had exactly two pillows on my bed, which matched the color of the bed covers. On the other side of my window, was my dresser, which was painted black. On top of it laid my wand and my violin case, which had my violin inside of it. My room wasn’t much, but it was a place I could call my own.
Grabbing one of the notebooks from off my desk, I took it with me to my bed and set it on the edge. I began undressing and put on a pair of black sweats. Throwing my pants to the corner of my room, I walked back to my bed and sat down with my back against the wall. Positioning the notebook on my knees, I let my mind go and tried to write down the remains of the song I had composed while in the backyard today.
Time seemed to go faster when I was in the zone, and I hadn’t realized four hours had gone by until I heard a light tap on my door. I didn’t look up as I said, “Come in.”
The door opened and my mother’s head peaked in. “I’m going to bed now El. Don’t stay up too late.”
“Ok, I won’t.” I said, still staring hard at my notebook.
“Good night hun.”
“Night Mum.”
She shut the door behind her and I continued with my composition. I was in high spirits with how it was coming out, when I heard another tapping. This one was different from the knock on the door, and I looked up. Confused, I looked to the right toward my door, but the tapping came again from my left. Turning my head, my eyes locked on a pair of emerald green ones.
I smiled at Loanna, and jumped from off my bed to open my window. She slid easily inside as I shut the window. It was cold outside. What was she doing walking outside in the chilly air? I turned around to look at her and knew something was wrong. Her eyes looked exhausted and her hair was disheveled like she had run her hand though it repeatedly.
“Hey Lolo.” I said in a light voice.
“Hey.” She croaked.
Something happened. Loanna wasn’t happy. She sounded like she had gotten the life sucked out of her. I needed to stay calm for her though. When I was calm, it calmed her down. But I was still worried out of my mind.
“Did you miss me this much that you couldn’t wait to see me until morning?” I teased her casually, trying to get her to smile.
Instead she sank down to the floor and rested her head on the side of my bed. She shut her eyes and I could tell she was struggling to keep her tears in. Loanna never cried. She was tough and never dwelled on things. I probably cried more than her by myself than she did ever. So to see her so close to the edge, I grew even more worried.
I sat down in front of her and took her hand into mine, trying to soothe her. “What happened Lolo?”
She lifted her head back from off the bed and looked away from me. Her eyes focused on the digital clock on my nightstand, which read 11:12, and she frowned. “I’m sorry for coming so late Elliot. I shouldn’t have come.”
I shook my head at her and squeezed her hand. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you are here.”
Her lip began to quiver and she still averted her eyes away from me. She was scared to look at me. What was she scared of? What happened to her?
“I wrote a song today. Remind me to show you tomorrow.” I said, trying to distract her. She nodded absentmindedly, staring at my wall.
“I think I bruised myself today too. I hate traveling by floo powder.” Distraction number two.
“I told you to keep your eyes open.” She gave me a watery smile. Still no eye contact.
“I tried! But then I started getting dizzy.” I replied in a whiny voice.
“You’re hopeless.” She chortled.
“Thank you.” I chuckled. I got a small laugh from her! That’s something.
Then it got quiet. Awkwardly quiet. I hated how awkward the silence was. We were never like this. I needed to do something. But what?
“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I asked her. What else could I say?
“No.” she whispered. Her eyes were getting misty now.
“Loanna tell me what happened. Don’t keep things bottled up. It’s not good for you.” I let slip. I hadn’t meant for it to sound so, heartless. But I was worried!
Her bottle green eyes finally found my ice blue ones, a tear falling gracefully down her cheek.
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