𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 all can't forgive 」

"What's she doing here?" Eleanor heard James say once McGonagall had left them alone. And she knew he was talking about her, even without looking at his confused face.

"James." The redhead said sharply as she pulled away from Elle to sit up. "You can leave if you're going to act like that." Lily declared as the room became quite tense.

   "I wasn't aware that all was forgiven." He retorted, now catching the blonde's attention as she looked to James to see in deadpan expression. So much for helping him even being in the same room as Lily.

   "There's nothing that needs to be forgiven." Lily reminded him firmly as if they had already had this conversation once before. Though James didn't seem too pleased by that answer, he didn't retaliate, ducking his head slightly as everyone remained quiet.

   "How are you?" Remus broke the tension, coming over to sit on the bed along with Peter. The sick girl smiled, diverging into conversation with him and her other three friends. But Eleanor was too busy looking at James who seemed to hold a neutral expression as he stared back. She was on her feet before she knew it.

   "Can I talk to you outside?" She whispered in his ear, sick of this. "Please." Eleanor hissed after noticing him rolling his eyes. Heading out of the wing, he was quick to follow. They both held that same gloominess as she leant against the wall and he stared her down. "Will you stop looking at me like that!"

"Everyone may let you get away with whatever you want, Elle, but someone has to hold it against you." The boy let it spill out without a second of hesitation, catching her attention. "And don't you look at me like that." Like a doe in the headlights, like she'd been caught out. "Look your my friend and I love you but we can't run around pretending that you can't kill someone if they upset you!"

"I haven't asked you to forgive me, I haven't asked any of them to either. I wanted to talk this out so I knew how you felt." Eleanor explained and he shook his head.

"If I wasn't glaring then you'd happily go on like this never happened." The boy countered and she knew he was right. Though her guilt would rip her to shreds for what she did, the girl craved her friendships. What was she without the people around her? Nothing.

"James-" She tried but he cut her off again.

"Eleanor you're dangerous." He emphasised, watching as she lowered her eyes. Again, he was right. How had she been so deluded? She suddenly felt sick. When had she become so selfish? Maybe her father had the right idea.

   Taking a step back, she had to distance her self. Then she took another few before she fully turned and began to swiftly walk down the corridor as her stomach churned. She could hear him calling after her but kept going. Where she was going, the girl had no destination in mind as she wandered the halls. If she were to overreact, she would only make things worse for the group. It was for the best of all of them if she created some space. Maybe she should start dancing again, clear her mind. Yes, that sounded good didn't it. After all, she hadn't danced in a while and, in all honesty, she missed it. Though it had tortured her for years, ballet allowed her to express herself when she couldn't. Well, she still couldn't.

Heading up to the common room and then her dorm, she felt her stomach flip and she had to dash into the bathroom. She hadn't eaten since she last threw up so it was only bile that came out. Instead of staying there, she stood up causing her vision to fade in and out as she grasped hold of the sink. Quickly washing her hands and gargling some mouth wash, she exited the bathroom and she slipped into some shorts and a fitted spaghetti strap top before grabbing her point shoes that she'd put on when she arrived at the abandoned classroom. The blonde was all in her head, she didn't even notice that someone had been waiting until she heard the rustle of some paper. Slowly looking up, she didn't want to talk to anyone. But, of course, Sirius was stood waiting: like always.