A Hard Day Closed

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Date: 02/09/23 | Time: 00:00 |
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─────Lilliana wasn’t an explorer, but she was curious. And when she saw a staircase move, she had begun to wonder what other things Hogwarts beheld. So, whenever she had some open time, she peeked around the corridors to see what places Hogwarts led to. The first year, found a space in the second floor. It was anything but elegant. Broken tiles, grimy floor, dusty walls and toilets. There was a pool of muddy water to her right. She sniffed, finding the place to her distaste.

She was about to turn and leave from the place, when she heard a sound. Lilliana swiveled around to face a girl squatting down on one of the tiles, and crying— wait, was that blood? She was crying tears of blood, and Lilliana’s eyes enlarged. What had she stumbled upon? Shivering a little, Lilliana went up to the girl, her footsteps soft and gentle. When she was close by, she knelt down on her knee, and said in a soft voice, “Hi. I’m Lilliana,” The girl said it shakily, so she corrected her voice, “Are you okay?”

Lilliana realized she was putting her knee on the greasy tile, and wrinkled her nose, quickly taking her knee off the floor. Gross. The thought to herself. The place was definitely lacking hygienically, making her wonder why they would make a place like this in Hogwarts. She began trying to figure out the answer to her own question, but she realized she had company, so she forced herself back into reality. “Um…” Lilliana debated what to say, “Do you need a hug?”

Normally, Lilliana wasn’t a hugger. But seeing as this girl was crying blood, she made an exception. Something felt like it was tugging on the back of her mind, trying to connect. Was it a condition? No, from a book once it said it was a Race or something. Starts with a D. But Lilliana couldn’t put together two or two, so she asked her something, something that was a risky move. “How come you’re— you’re crying blood?” Lilliana tried putting it in the most tender way possible. She knew that it could come out easily offensive, and she could only hope they got that.

Pandora buried her head in her arms when she heard the sound. She had obviously seen him cry. She was ashamed. Her voice was soft and somehow relaxed.

When she offered to hug her, he hugged her neck without thinking. Her hands were shaking and she had a lump in her throat. She just wanted to sit and cry for hours, but she wanted to answer Lillianna's questions. So she held out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Dear Dori;

I hope you are well. I never wanted to explain this in a letter and I don't know when the letter will come to you, but your aunt said that the most reliable way is the owl. We lost your mother this morning. I mean, it's really hard to write. We are at your aunt's house now but the twins are still in shock. There was a place called the witch hospital, we went there and the nurses said it was a heart attack.

I really sorry;
Mike

She explained in a trembling and tearful voice for Lillianna to understand.

“My father is a Muggle. Veee has known for 3 years and he just couldn't get used to it. I can't say I'm used to it either. And my God."

I feel so powerless. She was suppressing that feeling and he was just crying blood. But It was good for her to have someone by her side.

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Date: 00/00/00 | Time: 00:00 |
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─────The person in front of her had dug her head in their arms when Lilliana had entered, making the first year feeling a tad uneasy. Lilliana began regretting her decision to walk in there, but it would be rude to just… leave like that abruptly. It wouldn’t really help their mood, which, from what Lilliana could tell, was sinking by the second. She wasn’t the best at emotional situations though, so for a moment or two, the blond girl just stood there, hesitant to do anything else.

Lilliana didn’t know what else to do that could help, so she asked them if they needed a hug. The moment the words escaped her lips, she immediately wanted to take it back. It was too much. They haven’t even met before, they don’t even know each other— But then they wrapped their arms around her neck, and she knew that it was the right thing to do. They were shaking slightly, though, so was Lilliana, who was hoping she wouldn’t do anything that would mess this hug up, so Lilliana did what she thought was right and hugged them back.

The hug stayed that way for a little while, but they eventually took out a piece of paper from their pocket and held it out for Lilliana to take. She bit her lip.Should she take it? They were offering it to her, but that information may be personal, and Lilliana didn’t want to be one to intrude like that. She hesitated for a few moments, debating what she should do, and whether it was the right choice before finally, Lilliana extended her hand and, slowly, very slowly, took the paper from them. She smoothed it out a little with her fingers and read it:

Dear Dori;
I hope you are well. I never wanted to explain this in a letter and I don't know when the letter will come to you, but your aunt said that the most reliable way is the owl. We lost your mother this morning. I mean, it's really hard to write. We are at your aunt's house now but the twins are still in shock. There was a place called the witch hospital, we went there and the nurses said it was a heart attack.
I really sorry;
Mike

Lilliana’s heart sank. Whatever she thought the problem was, she didn’t think it would be anything as serious as this. She was thinking that in the letter would be a breakup note or something like that, certainly not this. “Oh,” She said, in a voice that could barely manage as a whisper. She didn’t say much more other than that, still in shock from the letter, but also feeling some empathy towards the other girl. There was some awkward silence for a little while, before they spoke.

“My father is a Muggle. Veee has known for 3 years and he just couldn't get used to it. I can't say I'm used to it either. And my God." They explained, helping clear some of the confusion Lilliana was facing. But Lilliana felt extremely sorry for them, not to mention having Lilliana walk in at that exact moment probably didn’t help them get privacy, which was probably what they originally was going for, considering they were hiding out in an abandoned, gross, run down, greasy bathroom.

There were so many things running through the young girl’s mind. What should she say? Should she hug them again, should she walk away, do nothing? She even considered telling her about her parents dying, but all that could come out were two single words, “I’m sorry.” Her voice was hoarse, much more that she would have preferred it to be. She embraced them once again, her arms wrapping around their neck, and squeezing tightly, in a reassuring manner.