"𝐖𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫."
Elladora Hargreaves, a Slytherin who sits alone and never speaks. Most believe that she has some kind of...
- Chapter Forty-One - "Everything's going to be okay."
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Elladora got sad sometimes.
Not for any particular reason, but she just got sad. It wasn't the type of feeling where she wanted to cry nearly every minute of every day, which she did when her brother died, but the type of sad where it felt like she was trapped in a tight cage of dark and gloomy air, nothing and no one there with her.
It felt like all she wanted to do was curl up in a corner and hug her knees close to her chest, waiting for someone to click the lock and let her out.
Then when she is let out, it's even worse. It's like stages of sadness. When she's let out of the cage, she gets let out into crowds and crowds of people. People talking in front of her, people talking behind her and people talking beside her. Laughs were mixed in with that talking, but she knew that no one was laughing or talking with her. So she pretends she's doing something, maybe she'll take out a book. But then she starts to worry. Worrying if she's holding her book the right way, worrying if her hair looks okay or if her skin looks okay.
She's never really been one to care for looks but she can't help it.
Her chest tightens and her lungs feel like their about to explode, then she worries if anyone is looking at her, paying attention to her when she doesn't want them to. So she picks up her pace and turns a corner, then begins to worry if people are wondering where she went and why she went there so quickly. She'd shut herself away back in that cage and try not to have a panic attack.
That's basically what she was doing right now and she didn't notice. Walking down the corridor towards the Slytherin common room after a day of lessons whilst glancing warily in all directions. She doesn't know why she's like this and she doesn't know why it's happening now when it hasn't happened in ages. But when James brought up Sebastian, it was like something swelled inside of her and that same tightening feeling was coming back.
Because Elladora got sad sometimes.
The stone entrance of the Slytherin Common Room that lay deeply in the dungeons looked uninviting as always as Elladora stopped in front of it and took her sunglasses off of her face for the first time today. She muttered the password and the wall slid into the wall next to it, creating a large rectangle that she could step through, and she did so.
Evenings were perhaps the only time she had ever seen the Common Room filled with more than 5 people at a time. There were about 54 people in there as she stepped in, glancing around at the green decorations and the windows that had the dark water of the black lake shining through the window, casting a dull shadow over the whole room. If it wasn't for the fire being on and the multiple candles being lit beside them, she was sure that it would be pitch black.
