'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'Throwing candy out to the crowd Dragging down the main The helpless little thing with the dirty mouth Who's always got something to say
You're sitting around at home now Waiting for your brother to call I saw him down in the alley Having had enough of it all'
"I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now... Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it... I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me... "
It had been a week and a bit since Rita Skeeter had published her article. Thankfully, there hadn't been any mention of Hera, but everyone knew it was only a matter of time, and the thought brought a sick, burning feeling to her stomach.
Cedric had only been mentioned once in the article, and while it irritated his dad to no end, it ended up with his mother reaching out to him for the first time in fifteen months. Hera took all his anger and indiscretions that followed in good fun, hoping it would distract her from her own problems — especially those within her friend group.
Hera wasn't sure if she was genuinely angry or just wanted someone to be angry at, and either way, it was making her miserable. Ignoring Angelina came at a cost — she couldn't avoid one without avoiding the rest, and by so causing a rift in the group. At least for the time being, it was best to keep to herself to prevent any further awkwardness.
Not speaking to Ange for any longer than a day would've been a laughable idea before, and now that it was the reality, Hera was frustrated at how easily it had been for this to become normalcy.
"Sorry, I don't do smack anymore... sorry you got into a fight with your brother... Sorry — sorry — sorry, " Hera mocked, pacing the room, much to Alicia's irritation.
"I think it's amazing that you're Harry's guardian now, but I really don't think she meant it like that— " Alicia said impartially.
"I don't care how she meant it; I'm done... "
That was a downright lie, of course.
Hera tried not to let her anxieties pass on to Harry, but in a way, she was relieved; if he hadn't been the slightest bit stressed, she would've thought him to be crazy.
