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PT: THREE ____
"Y/n, are you coming?"
"Y/n..."
I sat at the edge of my bed, my back toward everyone. Well, not everyone. Only the ones that actually did stay around me while this upsetting event happened reached out.
As expected, I did lose a handful of friendships with the news. I didn't blame them, or anyone. In their mindset, I was someone that dated a murderer. Rumors say I helped him.
Cressida Blume no longer speaks to me and although our beds are right next to each other, no glance is exchanged from her. For once, I miss her babbling questions. A few Gryffindors lost my trust; along with others from different houses. It was just a weird circumstance.
"Starving in the mornings wouldn't help either, you know?" Natty let out.
My eyes stayed low, looking down at the fresh print of The Daily Prophet that lay flatly against my knees. It hadn't moved from there since it arrived hours ago.
The torture and fear that ranged from Sebastian's mugshot haunted me. He seemed beat and scared. I worried. I cried. I didn't know what to do and it was only day two.
I felt my heavy eyes stare up, my head turning to the side in slow motion and revealed myself to my friend.
"I appreciate the care Natty, but I refuse to enter the Great Hall ever again." I said in honesty.
I have entered the Great Hall. I ate dinner there yesterday, but as I said, nothing felt the same. I did have my group of support, but, yet, it felt empty. Eyes on you. Whispers. It never ended for me.
I felt Natty's presence take a seat beside me on my undone bed and place a hand on my shoulder.
I didn't stare directly at her, but from the corner of my eyes, I did manage to see a forced smile from her.
"There are possibilities he can win this trial, Y/n." Natty said with positivity.
I sighed, "Natty..."
"He was still underage, right? Perhaps, that can help. I may not know much, but you're a good friend. I know whatever actions Sebastian Sallow must've done, it wasn't different from things most students have done in this school." She defended.
I wanted to smile. It was unusual to hear that reminder — that support. That even though there was news out there with slight proof that Sebastian killed his uncle, a former Auror, several good souls still saw the good in him. The thought of that only kept me alive inside the castle.
