Chapter 11: Just A Moment __________________________________________ I walked up to Finnely, putting my hand on his shoulder softly. He flinched before realizing it was just me. "Oh. s-sorry you had to see me like this." he whispered. "What's wrong?" I asked softly. He didn't respond for a minute, then said "Florence...s-she ran away from home." "Oh..." I sat down next to him. I didn't say any words of sorry or comforting. I knew that most of the time, pity hurt. Sometimes, silence could be more comforting than words. After a moment of silence, Finnely spoke up. "I think it's my fault...maybe I wasn't enough of an older brother to her." "That's not true, you know. You really can't blame yourself for something you have no control over." "But what if-" "shh. Just don't beat yourself up. The grief is enough as it is. No need to add more to it." he went silent for a few seconds. "Thank you, Marcie." he whispered, a small smile on his face. He looked up at me, then brushed a bit of my hair away from my face. "Let me help with that." He brought out a small hair tie from his bag, and began tying my hair. In a matter of a minute or so, he had tied my messy hair into a ponytail. "How do you know-?" I started. "Sisters." he replied. "So you taught yourself how to do a flawless ponytail in a minute?" I asked, impressed, but not showing it. "I wouldn't say flawle-" "Ah, ah, ah. No underestimating yourself. It's flawless." He smiled. "You're amazing, you know that." he said, blushing. "Thank you." I said, a tinge of pink appearing on my cheeks. Then, Finnely ran off to practice quidditch. Oh, did I mention I left the quidditch team in year 2? No? Sorry. Well, I left the Hufflepuff quidditch team when I was 12, because I wanted to open a spot for someone. Pretty sure some person called Jaiden had gotten my spot. Can't tell their gender by the name, but honestly, who cares about gender if they can play well and like their job. Anyways, I went off to my next class, also sort of not knowing my next class, so I'd just go with the flow. On the way, I bumped into a tall girl. "oh cr@p, sorry!" I muttered before looking up into the face of Georgina. Oh shoot. I had forgotten how tall she was. "There you are! I was looking all over for you, pipsqueak!" she said. "Don't call me pipsqueak" I grumbled. "I could pick you up and carry you, you're just that short." "I've had enough of being picked up, thanks." She laughed. "where have you been?" she asked, her expression turning serious. Ugh, not this again. I explained all that had happened to me before Hogwarts, and after she had listened, she patted my head and said: "well, at least you're alive." I pretended to hate her remarks, but honestly, I loved it. She always knew exactly what to say and what to emote at the right times. It was amazing, and really comforting. Wait, why am I going on about Georgina? Who knows. I do this all the time. Georgina then went on to pick me up from the ground and hug me. SERIOUSLY!? THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I'VE BEEN PICKED UP AND HUGGED! Georgina told me my next class was Care of Magical Creatures. RIGHT, I forgot I had extra classes in Year Three. I walked off in the opposite direction of Georgina, slightly flustered. My feelings seemed so minimal, they were almost gone. I was aware that my blind eye was showing, since I had a ponytail now, but I didn't take the hairtie off...I liked it, strangely. It was something that connected me and Finn. Strange, a hairtie connecting two people. I suppose love and life works in ways nobody can predict. And I'm fine with that.
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