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“Pans?”

The soft voice of a young man calls to her, gently. The nausea from earlier returns and her heart aches. She feels her eyes well up and her stomach turn once more. When Julia first connected his name with that word, Pansy had denied it, in a shrieking manner. Then she received an owl from him. He needed to speak with her, but she didn't write back...Why did her mother have to let him in? Pansy had begged Julia to make up some excuse for which he couldn't see her.

“Pansy, open the door.”

This break had been so busy and she hates it. She doesn't recall the exact date of which she last saw him- sometime between his birthday and her trip to Spain. She wants to gaze upon him, and touch him. She wants to hug him and kiss him and smell him. She wants him to look at her, and touch her, and kiss her back. She misses him so badly, but somehow the urges are overshadowed by revolt.

“Please?”

For once in her life she wants her boyfriend to go away. She doesn't want to talk to him. She isn't ready to accept it. She doesn't know when she will be- if she ever will be. She bites her tongue, afraid of the words that may escape them. Instead she reaches for her wand and mutters the incantation for a locking charm as she flicks her wrist towards the door.

She now hears a sigh from the other side of the door. She can imagine the look on his face.

She still doesn't respond. She drops her wand onto the bed and pulls her knees to her chest. She has no intent to open the door. She doesn't want to; but at the same time she does want to. Her lips part and her bottom lip trembles as she stares at the door which separates them. She had thought they were close, but at this moment she feels farther from him than she ever has. She wants to open the door, and close the large gap. But she doesn't.

“I miss you...”

A tear rolls down her cheek, followed shortly by two more, and then a third. Her eyes fall to her wand and her fingers brush the wood as her vision is blurred. She grasps it, but the wand feels heavy in her fingers; she can't lift it from the dark purple sheets. It pains pansy to ignore him, but her fear keeps her silent. She is suddenly afraid of him. Afraid for him. She hates this war. She especially hates that before, she felt safe and the war felt far away. Now it feels so real and too close for comfort.

“Pansy...”

She hates that he did it and hates that he can't go back. She hates that he didn't tell her sooner. She hates the situation so much. She wants it to go away. She wants everything to go back to how it was. How could he do this to her? She wants to scream at him. She wants to hold him. She wants to throw her arms around him, and never let go. She wants to protect him from the world, and the war, and all danger that may come his way. She wants to bury her face is his neck, and murmur sweet words in his ear; that everything will be alright. But she knows she can't, it won't, and everything will be different now.

“I'm sorry...”

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“Pans?”

The soft voice of a young man calls to her, gently. The nausea from earlier returns and her heart aches. She feels her eyes well up and her stomach turn once more. When Julia first connected his name with that word, Pansy had denied it, in a shrieking manner. Then she received an owl from him. He needed to speak with her, but she didn't write back...Why did her mother have to let him in? Pansy had begged Julia to make up some excuse for which he couldn't see her.

“Pansy, open the door.”

This break had been so busy and she hates it. She doesn't recall the exact date of which she last saw him- sometime between his birthday and her trip to Spain. She wants to gaze upon him, and touch him. She wants to hug him and kiss him and smell him. She wants him to look at her, and touch her, and kiss her back. She misses him so badly, but somehow the urges are overshadowed by revolt.

“Please?”

For once in her life she wants her boyfriend to go away. She doesn't want to talk to him. She isn't ready to accept it. She doesn't know when she will be- if she ever will be. She bites her tongue, afraid of the words that may escape them. Instead she reaches for her wand and mutters the incantation for a locking charm as she flicks her wrist towards the door.

She now hears a sigh from the other side of the door. She can imagine the look on his face.

She still doesn't respond. She drops her wand onto the bed and pulls her knees to her chest. She has no intent to open the door. She doesn't want to; but at the same time she does want to. Her lips part and her bottom lip trembles as she stares at the door which separates them. She had thought they were close, but at this moment she feels farther from him than she ever has. She wants to open the door, and close the large gap. But she doesn't.

“I miss you...”

A tear rolls down her cheek, followed shortly by two more, and then a third. Her eyes fall to her wand and her fingers brush the wood as her vision is blurred. She grasps it, but the wand feels heavy in her fingers; she can't lift it from the dark purple sheets. It pains pansy to ignore him, but her fear keeps her silent. She is suddenly afraid of him. Afraid for him. She hates this war. She especially hates that before, she felt safe and the war felt far away. Now it feels so real and too close for comfort.

“Pansy...”

She hates that he did it and hates that he can't go back. She hates that he didn't tell her sooner. She hates the situation so much. She wants it to go away. She wants everything to go back to how it was. How could he do this to her? She wants to scream at him. She wants to hold him. She wants to throw her arms around him, and never let go. She wants to protect him from the world, and the war, and all danger that may come his way. She wants to bury her face is his neck, and murmur sweet words in his ear; that everything will be alright. But she knows she can't, it won't, and everything will be different now.

“I'm sorry...”