Better - The Marauders

SEVENTY-SEVEN

- Chapter Seventy-Seven -
"Just a bad stomach, I think."

A crowing crowd rumbled loudly from behind the muffled blanket of glass that separated the outside castle grounds from the inside of the library. The top part of the split window that blocked Elladora from the noise of loud cheers began to slowly creak open as though it was a thin branch of a tree with too much added weight on top of it. As soon as the window opened, the small muffling grew into louder noise and the deafening crowd was much easier to recognise, a warm breeze filtered in through the window and ticked Elladora's face softly whist she lay with her head in her arms, resting on top of an open book.

Blindingly, a sudden penetration of light she received when opening her eyes to the passing wind forced her eyes down into a squint as the savagely forceful flash of the hot morning sun became clear. It had attempted to blind her like the darkness would blind innocent wanderers of a dangerous forest at night. Relentlessly, the light pulled and persuaded her to rise completely from her small nap in the library and rub her eyes free of the funny shapes burned into her eyes.

She had awoken early that morning, about half five in the morning; she knew there was no chance of her falling back asleep so she forced herself out of bed, got changed into comfortable clothes that covered everything it needed to before she crept out of her Common Room and reached the library at 6 o'clock just as Madam Pince was opening it up for the day. They got there at the same time and the woman, no matter how strict, managed to quirk a smile and let her in to do whatever she needed.

At first her plan was just to see if her secret muggle book provider had placed another one down for her to read but there was no such look and she ended up having to read boring wizard ones that she'd read already. That's what had caused her to fall asleep, the repetitive use of the word spell with other words to rhyme it with. It got tiring, especially when you were running on 4 hours of sleep.

Perhaps, I should sit for a spell,

though maybe I should stand,

for I want to whisper and yell

that she is mine, "Oh, she is mine!"

Or am I hers? I cannot tell

if I am one thing or the next

since that brief moment that I fell

for blue eyes like a wand

casting an ancient, binding spell.

Elladora had gotten sick of love poems, especially when she doesn't know what any type of love could possibly feel like. It might've also been the fact that she was incredibly tired and one of her best friends had committed an act based on love towards her just the previous evening when they had been close to getting in trouble. It hadn't meant anything, she didn't think. She hoped he didn't think it meant anything because the last thing she wanted was an awkward conversation on why she doesn't think it's possible for her to ever love someone. Especially with the amount of pressure and weight on her shoulders at the moment that said conversation would supposedly happen.