Such Sweet Sorrow

Five

Eloise Waldorf

One good thing about this new position was the upgrade in our sleeping accommodations. Instead of a shared room, we were given an apartment style living area. One with an actual, closed off bedroom. A very small kitchen. And a couch with two chairs.

Of course, it was still small, but it was still so exciting to have all of this space to myself. All of my things sat by the door waiting to be placed in their correct spots.

With a quick flick of my wand, my trunk flew open, and everything found its way right where I wanted it to go. As things flew all around me, I took this time to explore.

In the bedroom was a what looked like a full-sized bed, adorned with rich navy bedding. Beside the bed was a dark oak nightstand that matched the three drawered dresser across the room that clothes were being funneled into. It was cozy and quaint. Peaceful, even.

I was thrilled to see that I had a closet what wouldn't have to be shared with at least two other girls. Maybe I could actually keep my winters coats up and hanging this year instead of stuffed under my bed. One thing I didn't realize I craved so badly was my own bathroom. Finally, no more cat fights about taking too long in the shower or using all the hot water. Finally, I would be able to listen to my own music and dance around my bathroom like I did when I was home. It was silly, but an amazing stress reliever.

The couch and chairs in the seating area outside of my room were the same as the ones we had in our rooms last year, which added a nice touch of nostalgia to everything.

The tiny kitchen adorned a single top stove, a shoe box sized oven, and a small cooler chest that sat adjacent to the counter space next to the stove. I always missed cooking when I was at Hogwarts, so I was thrilled to have the opportunity to now.

There was a door in the corner of the room that I hadn't yet explored. I walked over eagerly to see what lied behind it, expecting to see a coat closet or more storage space, but was met with another door.

"That's odd," I whispered to myself. Without even thinking about it, I reached for the other brass door knob, and was surprised when it actually turned and opened. I hesitated. What if there was something on the other side of this door that I wasn't supposed to see? Was this door supposed to be locked? What if something jumps out or falls out or...I don't know. My brain was spiraling at the moment to the worst-case scenario. This had become a habit of mine within the last two years.

Nothing could have prepared me for that I saw on the other side of that door.

No, nothing jumped out.

No, there wasn't some creature waiting to attack.

No, nothing immediately threatening lunged for my throat.

It was nothing like that.

It was much...much worse.

Fuck. This.

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Draco Malfoy

"Fuck. This."

"You can curse all you want, Mr. Malfoy. My decision has been made final." The wrinkly old hag pursed her paper cut looking lips.

Disgusting. She was a disgrace. How fucking dare, she?

The only good thing that this school had going for it was gone, all because she hates purebloods. Like we could fucking control it.

I know she says that isn't the case, but there is no other explanation for this bullshit her and the ministry are pulling right now.