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February 1978
Potter Manor
Thea closed the door silently. She tried to steady her breathing. The healer tried to hold her hand. She snatched it away.
Her head was pounding. Her heart was beating too loudly. Surely the healer must've heard. She had to have heard it. Thea looked up crazily to see if the healer heard the heart beat. She must have heard it. The healer has to hear her heartbeat. It's too loud. It's so so loud.
Her entire body was lit on cold fire. Her hands only knew how to shake. The healer was taking all the air in the hallway.
She was trying to speak to Thea, but Thea couldn't hear.
She covered her ears with her hands and sunk down the wall.
Everything was loud. Everything was so so loud.
The healer kept trying to speak to her.
Thea screwed her eyes shut. If she couldn't see it. If she couldn't see it. Then maybe, just maybe.
The healer got up and went back into the cursed room.
Thea shook on the hallway floor.
Thea needed her mum.
But, the draft was the only thing that could embrace her.
