Simple Kind Of Life

What Can't Be Saved

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She was coming to life, removed once again from that frozen state that she’d been living in for what seemed like ages. It was like she’d been placed in a pit of fire, the flames of something magical burning away the ice that existed inside of her; that held her captive. There was still white all around, but she could finally move again and that's what mattered to her.

As soon as she was able to sit up, she heard familiar voices echoing around the foggy room. But this time, instead of going into a panic due to the lack of color and human-contact in the room, the little blonde girl focused on the voices. Looking all around her until she spotted a window inside the room she was locked in; a window with a clear view of the outside that wasn't there the last time.

She managed to crawl her way towards the new window, past the cold fog circling the air. And as she reached the window, debating about how exactly she was going to get a peek through the glass, the window dropped lower and lower. Ending up in the perfect height to get a glimpse of the outside, of whatever existed out of the white room.

"…Thank you, James."

Through the glass, standing on her wobbly short legs, Demetria Malfoy felt her little heart bang happily inside of her chest. Her body filling up with an exhilarating bliss as she, in fact, knew the voice that had woke her up from her deep sleep.

It was her sister's voice, it was Ariana.

And in all of her excitement, Demetria focused back into the view out the window as she also recognized the person her sister was talking to. "Didn't do anything reckless with it, did you, Ana?" James Potter asked, a tiny smirk on his face as he looked up from an open book sprawled on his lap. "Dad would’ve murdered me if it would’ve been taken away. McGonagall had already warned him about handing us the cloak."

Trying not to get distracted from the marbled walls nor the ruby and gold colors inside the dimly-lit room, Demetria kept her eyes glued to her sister as she handed James a folded cloak. "...I'm sorry for being a complete wench with you lately," Ariana muttered uncomfortably, her eyes narrowed at the older boy. "I...erm...thank you."

Outside the fogged room, James reached for the cloak. But instead of taking only what belonged to him, he grabbed Ariana's hands as well. He gave her a deep look, something glittering in his eyes that Demetria could not understand as she watched from the opposite side of the glass. "It's been a few days, how are you feeling?"

Ariana tried to tug her hands away, but sighed in defeated after a second when James did not let go. "I don't want to talk about it, Potter,” she said in an irritated tone. "Can you let go now? I've got an essay I need to turn into Professor Flitwick and I haven't much time left."

"You don't fool me." James frowned at the girl. "What's going through your head?"

"What do you think?" Ariana snapped, again trying to pull her hands away from the oldest of the Potter children. "That I have butterflies and rainbows invading my thoughts, Potter? That I'm painting my world in bright shades of brilliant colors? No. I'm miserable. Now let go."

Demetria's excitement to see her older sister slightly faded; a feeling of worry taking over her little body as she could see the misery in Ariana's eyes.