After All These Years

Chapter 70

I wake up feeling exhausted.

No matter how many times I "close my eyes" for "five more minutes", I wake far drowsier than I felt before.

It isn't till an hour of repeating this cycle, I finally force myself to stand on my feet.

I had nearly forgotten that today was a break-day, I caught myself drowsily getting dressed for class when I realized.

With me being pretty much ready for the day, I should try to find Henry, I said we'd talk.

I'll try to catch him at The Great Hall for breakfast before his quidditch practice.

Hopefully he'll talk with me.

Hopefully.

I'm not usually up this early, so it's a bit weird seeing the school look so empty.

So quiet.

Well,

It's quiet up until I reach The Great Hall.

From then I just hear scattered laughter and loud meaningless conversations.

As I walk in, sure enough, I spot Henry amongst his group, seated quite comfortably on a table.

Being quite loud.

He meets my gaze as I walk towards him, quickly stopping his previous conversation before speaking out to me.

"I take it you're done making a fool of yourself."

I bite my tongue back.

I bite it hard.

Don't say anything you'll regret, just explain yourself and apologize.

"I felt I should explain myself."

-I say, giving him a smile.

"Well, go on."

-He says with a sort of small laugh.

His group is watching me now, some with smiles on their faces, others confused.

"I wasn't feeling well yesterday-"

"That explains your pissy attitude."

-He interrupts, quickly looking at his teammates for a laugh.

"Yes, I suppose it does."

-I say, trying to control my temper.

"It still doesn't explain why you were with that two-faced twat, Tom."

"We have to work together."

-I reply, keeping my answer short as I begin to feel "pissy".

"Huh, well we have to leave now, but we can talk about this later."

-Henry says, standing to his feet as he looks to his other members, them beginning to stand with him as well.

While they walk past, Henry squeezes my shoulder for a moment as he leaves.

Is this his way of apologizing?

Is this his way of accepting my apology?

Is this his way of showing he cares?

He leaves me with confused and irritated emotions in the nearly empty room.

I don't understand him.

Even though I could, I don't bother eating now.

Instead, I spend my time wandering the halls, watching the paintings as I pass by.

I allow myself to do this until I feel it's an appropriate time to eat breakfast, from then I make my way back to The Great Hall.

I'm not sure if it feels better to eat in a full room or an empty one.

~Hey, how are you guys feeling today~

~I can't think of a question for today, so how about you guys ask me one~

~Alright, I need to start sleeping early so goodnight~