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Zoryn hated the new rules too, she really did. Her exuberant amount of lost points attested to that, but when Faith moved her head, her mere proximity made Zoryn feel warm on the inside. The new rules sucked, but at least they had each other, you know? Best friends, through thick and thin. And Merlin knows, they’ve really been through it all.
After an extensive silence, Zoryn voiced her agreement, “me too.” The other thoughts, they went unspoken. But they existed all the same, perhaps they carried even more weight than the ones shared out loud.
But then again, a lot of things were starting to feel real heavy recently. Zoryn could almost feel her bones crumbling beneath it all. A feeling which felt all too familiar as Faith shared her answer to Zoryn’s question. Because while the blonde answered in affirmative, Zor could sense something else in her voice. Something she hadn’t shared. But maybe something she didn’t have to.
Because Zoryn knew there were things they never talked about anymore. But even secrets were included as one of those ‘taboo subjects’ now. Best friends didn’t keep secrets. Ride or Dies shared everything…. right?
And then Zoryn sighed too because she was tired. She was tired and broken and no one was allowed to know. But the very last thing she needed was to face Calvin Fletcher without her best friend. “At least think about it some more, okay?” Because, she meant it. Maybe she wouldn’t be good at staying out of trouble. But for Faith, she’d be willing to give it a shot. Didn’t that say it all?
But then again, Faith had always been better with words. Zoryn had the tendency to cut to the chase too quickly. She’d rather rip the bandaid than give a situation it’s due time. Impatient and short-fused and terrible at expressing her feelings properly. “That’s not true,” she protested, wishing she had Faith’s ability to explain why.
But then again, she’d rather do than explain.
Only when she tried that, it didn’t exactly work. Faith’s sudden movement caught the smaller Gryffindor off guard. To the point where Zoryn almost froze on the spot, a deer-in-headlights. She was never thrown off guard. She always had control of the room. Everyone else was playing her game, not vice versa. Except this time, she knew she wasn’t calling the shots. She was just as lost as everyone else.
Shoot.
The emotion that crossed Faith’s eyes sent a shiver of guilt down Zoryn’s spine. “I—“
The former Quidditch captain felt about one hundred emotions all at once. She turned her face away from her friend, breaking eye contact and immediately standing up and taking a few steps away. She needed to think. She felt screwed. Cornered. She had two choices. One would destroy Faith and the other might destroy her own pride. And Gryffindors? They love their pride. But, at what cost?
With her gaze set on the Forbidden Forrest ahead, the Gryffindor started again, “Don’t you get it?” Her volume juxtaposed Faith’s whisper. The question sounded angry. Because she was angry. Just not at Faith.
Zoryn Spinnet was angry at Marisol for kissing her. She was angry at herself for letting it happen. She was angry at how good it felt to kiss Faith and at how little she wanted to admit it out loud. She was angry at Derf for being right. She was angry at herself for being wrong. She was angry at the world for making her feel so many things all at once when she had been perfectly content suppressing everything and pretending like her emotions did not exist.
She was angry at just about everyone. Well, just about. Because she actually wasn't angry at Faith Chosen.
“You’re wrong,” her voice now defeated and low, “you’ve never been just practice.”
.... Dramatic, much?
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